Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
F ox
I’m going to lose my mind when I’m finally inside of her.
She bites down on her lip, trying to maintain composure with my hands on her skin.
"Tell me what's going through your head right now," I husk, locking my eyes on her.
"You go first,” she whispers.
I take a deep breath, feeling the pressure build in my cock as my need for her coils tight in my system. "I'm thinking you smell like heaven and I’m wondering if you taste just as sweet."
A small moan escapes her lips and her nipples harden under her shirt as she shifts her legs together. "Oh."
"Does that bother you?" My heart swells at her wide innocent eyes.
“No, I like knowing how you feel,” she admits.
“I’ve beaten myself up countless nights for thinking the thoughts I’ve been thinking about you. Lying next to me all soft and sweet in that bed, I can hardly sleep, Amelia.” I lock her in my arms, her legs locking around my waist as both of my hands dive into her hair. “And now you’re here, tempting me like a damn vixen.”
Her big round eyes hold mine, the emotion coming off of her in waves enough to send bolts of electricity straight through my balls. She belongs to me now. I can see it in the way she looks up at me, soft and sweet and submissive.
I know in that moment that I’ve fallen deeply for this woman. And now that I’ve let her in, there’s no going back. She’s mine forever.
“Glad that’s settled,” I grunt, my palms slipping along the smooth skin of her neck.
"What do you mean?" she asks, confusion evident in her voice.
"You and me," I declare, cupping her face with determination.
Our lips crash together again, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I relish in the low moans escaping from her throat as she says my name.
"Say yes," I demand, desperate for her to be mine.
"Okay," she finally gives in, a grin spreading across her face as she runs her fingers down my shoulders.
"I need a definite yes, sweet girl," I whisper against her skin, teasing her with gentle kisses.
"Fine..." she giggles, unable to resist my charms. "Yes."
I continue to trail kisses down her body, teasing and taunting until she's begging for more.
"Meet me in our bedroom," I whisper huskily in her ear before swatting her playfully on the butt. "I have some things to take care of." My voice lingers on her name, relishing in the way it sounds on my lips. "And Amelia?"
"Yes?" She turns to face me.
"Make sure you're naked when I get there," I demand with a wink, unable to control myself with this woman any longer. I feel like I’ve been a damn saint watching her prance around in nothing but my shirts the last week.
She hurries up the stairs to the loft. It takes me all of two minutes to grab a few more candles before I’m taking the stairs two at a time after her. When I reach our room, she’s curled up among the mountain of pillows in nothing but my flannel, the buttons undone with nothing underneath. The swell of her full breasts peek out from the soft fabric and make my cock pound a furious rhythm. I’ve been dreaming of sinking myself inside of her hot body since the moment I met her, and now, she’s ready.
I light the candles and set them on the dresser so they cast a soft glow across the room. I go to her, crawling up her body and then husking at her ear, "So, tell me, how many nights do you think about me touching you?"
“All of them,” she admits.
I suck in a breath, my tongue hungry as it tastes the skin of her neck. She moans softly as I press my cock against her thighs, feeling her damp arousal through the fabric of my pants.
"I want to feel you," she half-whimpers, half-begs. My cock throbs and leaks with desire as she surprises me by sliding her hand between us. I hiss and buck against her skilled fingers, desperate for release.
"Careful, baby, I'm already in pain here." I kiss her softly before she unzips my pants and pops open the button. I gasp for air, charged with lust and every dirty thought I've been holding back around her. "Mm, you're such a sexy, filthy brat."
Her eyes flare with challenge and my only thought is how good my dick will feel inside of her. This woman is mine, she has been since the moment she walked through my door.
"Seems like you have a thing for filthy brats then." Her knuckles brush against the fabric of my boxer briefs, sending shivers down my spine.
"God, being this close to you drives me insane." I pull her closer and kiss her deeply as I rub myself against her heat. We kiss and touch and grind together in the cool silence.
"I can't stop thinking about what you'll taste like," she confesses breathlessly against my lips.
"My sweet girl," I rasp, pushing back the flannel to reveal her naked body. Desire and possessiveness surge through me as my eyes trace every inch of her.
She blinks up at me, a mixture of fear and arousal in her doe-like eyes. I wonder how far I can push her, how much of a wild animal she’ll become under my touch.
"You're like a feast laid out for me to devour," I growl, pinning her down as our bodies tangle together. My lips latch onto her tender breasts, sucking softly. She arches against me, helpless and completely at my mercy.
I revel in every taste of her, savoring every moan and gasp that escapes her parted lips. She is mine to explore and please, and she seems just as eager to experience it all.
"Fox," she pleads breathlessly as I tease between her legs, relishing the power I have over her. She looks up at me with an eager expression, her pussy so soaked I can smell her sweet arousal in the air. The thought of her scent clinging to my flannel, to me, makes me feral. I growl against her throat, feeling the electric jolts of pleasure surge through her body.
"Ready for the ride, baby?" I ask, pushing my briefs down my thighs and gripping firmly around my throbbing cock. She stares at me with a mix of desire and uncertainty, but I know she wants this just as much as I do.
I stroke myself slowly, my veins pulsing and the head of my cock swollen and desperate for her lips. She tries to resist, but I can see the hunger in her eyes. The thought of having her on her knees before me, worshipping every inch of me, sends shivers down my spine. This woman has consumed me in a way that no one else ever has–and I'm still trying to figure out what that means for a man like me who has never let anyone get close.
"I don't have protection–" I tell her honestly. "If you want me to stop, I will. But only for now." Her eyes widen in surprise at my words. "The truth is, I want every raw inch of you. Nothing between us, our fate in God's hands." I cup her cheeks gently, unable to resist the softness of her skin against my rough palms. "I never saw myself as a family man until your prim and proper ass landed in my life. If you stay with me here–I’ll live my life taking care of you Amelia."
“Y-yessss,” she hums against my neck. “Please, I want to feel you, I need to feel you.”
I groan, nearly losing all my control. “Soon enough, baby, but I need you to ride my hand first.” I suck at her flesh, kneading the heavy roundness of her breast. “You’re so beautiful, it hurts to look at you, my sweet and sassy angel.”
I attach my lips to her pert little nipple, her body reacting to my contact and arching into me instantly. We meld together, hands and lips and creamy flesh, our bodies writhing as delicious little pants come out of her mouth. Every stroke and suck of my mouth on her breast sends her crashing over a new edge, her breathy moans turning ragged and pleading.
“I can’t wait to taste this sweet pussy.” I work my hand between her thighs, fingers playing her aroused flesh like a maestro. Her thighs begin to shake, muscles tensing as her nails bite into the flesh at my shoulder blades and she comes in waves of pleasure around my hands.
The way she moves and moans when she comes sends shockwaves of pleasure pushing through my shaft. I grip my cock, tugging fiercely as tingles spike my bloodstream. Her intense eyes flick from mine to my dick in hand, a soft smile splitting her lips before her fingertips are drawing up the length of me, the brief contact enough to send my release rocketing through me, my fresh seed spreading across her skin.
Our bodies tremble and our breath is shaky as we both come down from an intense release. My hot skin is pressed against her sweet curves, surpassing any feeling I could have imagined in all my years before this moment.
My heart still pounds in my chest as she looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes. I groan as I husk, "You’re my sweet, naughty girl now." My grin grows cocky as I sink my fingers into her hot warmth. "Love when my hand is between your legs and you look at me like that." I pull my fingers out, licking them and savoring the taste of her on my tongue. "When I'm bringing you pleasure, you look like a sweet, sexy angel."
She narrows her eyes. "It sounds like you’re trying to charm the pants off me."
My grin deepens. "Newsflash, baby, I've already done that."
I pull her into my arms and make sure she's secure around my waist before standing and pressing her against the wall. Her ass cheeks rest on a wide ledge built into the wall as my hands travel down her thighs. She breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her nipples are puckered and goosebumps cover her body as my gaze burns through the space between us.
"Every day with you is my new favorite holiday." I rub the bulge of my still hard dick. "You're so pretty, glistening and ready for me. How many more times do you think I can make you cum, City Girl?"
I stroke my dick, feeling her gaze locked onto my fist as I pleasure myself.
"You should know," she licks her lips, eyes fixated on my thick shaft, "I'm a virgin."
I stop mid-stroke.
Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, her top two teeth sinking into the pad of her lower lip and making a bead of pre-cum wet the tip of my cock.
"Well, angel," I lick my lips, eager to take care of her–her pleasure, her heart–all of her. "I've been celibate for well over a decade now." I lean in, catching her lips in a tender kiss. "There hasn't been anyone for me since long before I laid eyes on you. I was focused on my time serving my country and then threw myself into work when I came home.”
I think back on all the sleepless nights reliving the darkest memories of my time in the desert. It took me years to feel again, years to even be with people. Pushing people away felt natural—safe—if I got too close I might lose them, or worse, hurt them emotionally. Letting this woman in terrified me, but she kept pushing my limits, and now I know that’s just what I needed. “As soon as you came into my life, Amelia, I knew it was you and nobody else."
Her lips are tentative against mine at first, but then she grabs my hair and pulls me closer.
"I'm clean, baby." I breathe, heart pounding wildly as I stroke her thighs, fingers inching closer and closer to her sensitive pussy until I can't take the tease any longer. "And I've been desperate for you since you and your pussy curled up in my bed."
I drop to my knees, my lips connecting with her glistening cunt, her arousal coating my tongue and igniting my taste buds. I lick her gently, savoring every moment until she’s on the verge of another orgasm.
I nip at her inner thigh, eliciting a squeal before attaching my lips to her clit and sucking softly until she trembles uncontrollably, multiple orgasms rippling through her body in waves as she tugs at my hair and moans in the air.
"Sweeter than candy."
Her breath catches as I stand and slowly ease myself into her soft folds, her body already tight and ready to explode with desire. My lips find hers in a gentle kiss, my movements slow and controlled as I savor every moment with her–not that she's resisting when she's already melting in my arms.
I move against her in shallow, gentle thrusts, my muscles straining and my body aching for release. This woman has changed everything for me–in ways I never thought possible.
"Been dreaming about your sweet, ripe body wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry and making me shudder with pleasure," I whisper into her ear. She tenses at my words, but can't resist when I finally brush against the wall of her sacred virginity. Her body arches as I brake through her barrier and finally fill her completely.
"I can't wait to fill you up with my hot seed," I groan, savoring the feeling of her tightness around me. "You're the one I've been waiting for, my precious girl. Your love is what saves me." With each slow thrust, she moans and writhes beneath me, her body humming with pleasure.
"You're already creaming all over me," I tease, catching her sighs with my lips. "You make me feel things I never knew existed."
I kiss and worship her body, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy. Her hot warmth flutters around my cock, fisting in waves as she cums softly, her moans filling the air. Her pleasure coaxes the cum out of me, and with a rumble I coat her sweet virgin heat with my cum. She’s all mine now. A surge of possession courses through me.
I hold her face tenderly in my hands, making sure our eyes are locked. Soft kisses trace the outline of her lips before I whisper, "With you, every moment feels like freedom." Another kiss. "You have me completely sweet girl."
She teases, "You sound smitten, Fox Miller."
“You better believe I am,” I confess. It still feels unreal that a woman like her would choose someone like me. But here she is, stealing all the air from my lungs. She breathed life back into me.
"Good, because you’re never getting rid of me now,” she giggles.
“Hell if I’d ever want to,” I hum against her lips before pulling her into another passionate kiss. "My sexy, precious girl..."
And then Buttercup comes blazing through the loft, hopping on the ledge at Amelia’s side and letting out a long hiss, swiping at Jet’s wet nose in her face. He barks once, tail wagging before the cat launches off the ledge and onto the bed before zipping back down the loft stairs, Jet hot on her fluffy tail.
A moment later I hear a single bark and then the telltale swish of the doggy door swinging open and closed.
“Shit–” I pull out of my girl, helping her down the ledge and groaning, “they just went outside.”