SIXTEEN #4
Shit, I’m going to come in my pants like a school boy at this rate.
Amelie’s skin was burning hot beneath my fingers, but I felt like I was completely on fire, consumed by her.
I deepened the kiss, letting all my unspoken affection pour into her lips, keeping it intensely tender.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more delicious, Amelie pulled her head back, her lust-fuelled eyes on mine. “I want you to touch me, Kieran.”
“You do?”
“Yes, please. I want to feel more.”
With a soft smile, I took her mouth again, gently, giving her the chance to pull away if she didn’t like where I was going after those seven special words.
Slowly, deliberately, I slid my hand between her legs and gently cupped her sex through her underwear.
She was so beautifully, incredibly wet for me.
Her mouth widened on a sharp gasp, her lips parting as her eyes shot open to lock onto mine. She didn't reach down to pull my hand away or stop me. Instead, she just stared at me, her chest heaving, her wide eyes filled with a vulnerable, quiet question.
I paused, resting my forehead against hers again so she could feel the frantic, uneven beat of my breath. My hand held her gently, giving her a moment to adjust, letting her know she was entirely safe with me.
"I've got you," I whispered against her mouth, my voice thick with emotion as I looked deep into her eyes, wanting her to trust me. "Do you like my hands on you?”
“Yes.” The question in her gaze then melted into a soft, breathtaking warmth. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed, a beautiful expression of pure trust washing over her features as she tilted her head back, offering herself to me completely.
I touched her again, kissing her neck and tasting her with my tongue. Amelie’s body jerked slightly as I stroked my thumb over her clit through her underwear. “Do you like that?”
She swallowed and closed her eyes with a nod. So, I carried on. The thought of being the one to pleasure her made me proud.
As I gently stroked her, Amelie started to pant, almost like she couldn’t breathe, and I knew she was close.
“That’s it, baby, go with it.” I loved the way she bucked against my hand.
I wanted her so badly that my cock was aching to be inside her.
She felt so soft and sweet, and I very carefully planted small kisses across her face as I pleasured her.
My thumb remained on that most sensitive part of her womanhood, and I caressed her, keeping my motion steady, teasing her arousal.
Amelie’s body started to tremble, and her head fell back further, exposing her neck, which I nibbled with my teeth.
Touching her so intimately in The Den, where anyone could walk in on us, felt so wrong but so very right.
And then I felt her body jack-knifed, causing her breasts to push against my chest and her hands to grip my biceps. My cock rested against one of her thighs as I watched her come apart in front of me. So beautiful and raw.
I groaned my approval. Sliding my nose across her cheek, I whispered into her ear, “That’s it, sweetheart, come for me.”
“Yes!” she husked, her entire frame shuddering as she found her high.
I watched the emotions wash across her flushed cheeks: shock, elation, and a beautiful, breathless wonderment as her entire body started to tremble.
Amelie Thorn had been wound so tightly. So much so that I had made her come by purely touching her through her underwear. I had been desperate to feel her bare pussy against my fingers, but had held off. I didn’t want to scare her, shock her.
As the ripples of Amelie’s climax slowed, her head dropped heavily against my shoulder.
I gently slid my hand from between her legs and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her small frame tight against my chest. I held her close, shielding her from the world, knowing she needed time to come down from the overwhelming rush of what I imagined was her first orgasm.
My dick was still as hard as a rock, but I knew I couldn’t do anything about that, not right then. It would be too much for her.
I stroked the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her soft hair. Lifting my hand to my lips, I tasted Amelie's sweetness on my skin, a quiet, intimate seal on what we had just shared.
A fierce, protective warmth bloomed in my chest, more powerful than anything I’d ever felt before. Looking down at her resting against me, completely safe and trusting in my arms, I felt a profound certainty. I was never letting her go.
Amelie Thorn had completely unmanned me.
She held my heart in her hands—but I needed to take it slow.
We both had demons to slay. And I knew I had to deal with mine before I could make any promises.
Entering into a real relationship meant exposing the rot inside of me, and that wasn’t going to happen.
Amelie had enough of her own to deal with. I would sort my shit out first.
As I looked down at her quiet breathing, a sickening doubt crept in: by the time I fixed myself, would Amelie still be waiting?