21. Unbelievably Beautiful
Twenty-One
Unbelievably Beautiful
Bullet
Amelia holds on tight for our first ride, not because she’s scared but because she wants to be close to me.
Her hand instinctively finds its way under my jacket and over my heart.
Her cheek presses up to my back, and her thighs are snug against mine.
I weave around the corner and ride through the town, taking it slow to make the ride last longer.
When we come to a stop, she jumps off, taking off her helmet and shaking her head. Her pretty blonde hair tumbles around her face and down her back, and her eyes are bright with joy.
“That was thrilling!” She claps her hands. “When can we do it again?”
She’s adorable.
“Soon,” I tell her. I lead her up the walkway to her front door, take her keys, and let us inside.
“Are you hungry?” she asks.
I look at her tousled hair and flushed cheeks and find myself starving, but not for food.
In one fell swoop, I pull her flush against my body.
I wrap my fingers in her hair and take her mouth in a devouring kiss.
I slip my tongue into her mouth as she moans her pleasure.
She cups the back of my head, holding me to her, just as desperate as I am.
When I pull back, her eyes are glassy with desire and she’s panting breathlessly.
“Fuck me! You’re so beautiful,” I tell her.
“I’m very hungry, baby. I plan to devour you.
Go get ready for me. Naked. On the bed. I want to see your wet pussy, legs spread wide.
” I pat her ass, nudging her to get a move on.
It takes a second for my words to sink in, then she scurries off to the bedroom, while I count to ten real slow.
No woman has ever made me want to lose control like Amelia.
I’ve had sexy, hot women in my bed. Yet none of them hold a candle to my woman.
I feel like a randy teenager. But a good man sees to his woman’s needs first. That means I’ve got to show restraint.
When I get to the bedroom and see the soft glow of light from under the door, I push it open to see Amelia just as I asked.
She’s on her back, completely nude, with her long, luscious hair splayed across the pillow.
Her legs are open for me, but I see her face growing pink as I peruse her body, settling on her moist center.
My siren, with the heart of gold, and a body that begs for my touch.
I strip off my clothes. Her eyes follow my movements as I step out of my jeans, remove my briefs, and climb in from the end of the bed to settle between her legs.
My fingers trace the outer edges of her legs from her ankles, and slowly make their way to her hips, then over her belly and back down.
I hover over her, our bodies so close, we’re nearly touching, but not quite.
I brush my lips over hers, and she moves her hands to touch me. I stop her and place her hands over her head. I kiss her long and slow. I love the sweet soft moan escaping her lips. I murmur against her mouth, “Keep your hands here, baby. I promise you, it’ll be worth it.”
Her eyes grow darker, and she nods her assent.
I kiss the column of her throat and move my lips along her neck and shoulders.
She writhes beneath me. Her taut nipples graze my chest, and she lets out a needy mewl.
I ignore her plea, taking my time and savoring every inch of her and loving the pink blush as I brush my whiskers over her skin.
I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her rosy nipples before I encircle one with my tongue.
She inhales sharply. Immediately, she bucks beneath me, arching her back like a cat preening for attention.
I blow on her nipple, causing her to shiver, then lap at her nipple again.
I grasp her hips to hold her steady, sucking her nipple.
I enjoy one breast and move to the next.
Amelia murmurs my name over and over as my lips move lower.
I spread her legs wider and settle between them.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, and my fingers slide through her pussy lips.
She’s soaked. I kiss her labia, then run my tongue through her slit. Amelia shudders; her breath hitches.
Her legs tremble, and my mouth closes over her clit. This is the sweetest nectar. I’m starved for what only Amelia can give me. She moans, thrashing her head from side to side. I insert two fingers inside her pussy. She wriggles, groaning and begging for me to come inside her.
I could eat her for hours, but my cock is throbbing with every sound that emerges from her pouting lips. I sit back on my haunches, wrapping my hands around her ankles. I clamp her legs together, pointing her soles straight up to the ceiling. Then I thrust inside her hard.
“Yes!” she hisses, her eyes wide open and wild.
“Fuck me, you’re so tight. Made for me, baby,” I mutter.
I thrust inside her again and again. Faster and harder, losing total control. Amelia’s pussy clamps tighter around my dick, her legs tensing. I cover her mouth with my own, smothering her scream. Amelia bites my lower lip. I thrust inside her, once, twice, then find my own release.
“Wrap me up, baby,” I tell her. Amelia’s arms come around my shoulders, and her legs move around my waist. I move us onto our sides. Our legs become entangled. I kiss her softly, then slowly pull out of her.
I move a tendril of hair back behind her ear. “You’re the most unbelievably beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe how lucky I am that your roof leaked and you dialed my number.”
“Best decision I ever made,” Amelia says, caressing my face.
“Love you, babe,” I tell her. She murmurs how much she loves me back, resting her head on my shoulder, before falling asleep. The threat still lingers, but I’m more determined than ever to make sure this comes to an end.