Chapter 8 #2
As Maurice kicked the jeans aside, Amelie skimmed her hands back up the inside of his thighs to capture his dick between her palms.
Maurice sucked in a breath and held it, heart thudding in his chest, adrenaline screaming through his veins. Every fiber of his being raged for him to drive right into her and ride her hard, fast and completely.
Amelie had other, more subtle yet wickedly delicious ideas. Her hands moved along his length, strong and supple, coaxing a response though no coaxing was needed.
Maurice’s body responded, his muscles tensing with every stroke.
When Amelie leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth, he fisted his hand in her dark hair and fought for restraint.
Her fingers fondled his balls and then slipped over his hips to grasp his buttocks. She pulled him toward her, taking him in, her teeth lightly scraping his length.
When the tip of his shaft bumped the back of her throat, his breath hitched, and his control took a hit. He froze in place until he could master control again and then slid almost all the way out.
Amelie took over, bringing him back in, then out. Again. And again, until Maurice’s body took over and set the pace with an immediate increase in speed and thrust.
With his good hand tangled in her hair, he pumped in and out, taking his senses to the very edge.
Before he lost it, he pulled free, turned Amelie over and bent her across the bed, her legs draped over the side.
He leaned over her, his rock-hard cock nudging the crease between her butt cheeks. As he reached beneath her and fondled her breasts, he slid his dick between her legs to tap her entrance.
He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her. To take her hard, fast and completely.
Before he did, though, he wanted her to come first.
He leaned back, pressed a kiss to her ass, rolled her to her back and scooted her up on the mattress.
Maurice climbed up over her, settled his legs between hers and leaned down to take her mouth in a slow, searing kiss.
Amelie brought her knees up on either side of Maurice’s hips and squeezed them together, locking him in for a moment.
He chuckled against her lips, kissed them and then trailed his lips across her jaw and down the length of her throat.
Moving lower, he skimmed across her collarbone and down to one luscious, full breast. Maurice cupped it with his palm and flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue.
She sucked in a breath and moaned, her chest rising toward him.
He flicked it again, teasing the rosy flesh into a tight little peak. Satisfied with the one, he switched to the other and sucked it into his mouth, flicking the nipple until it matched the first.
Amelie’s fingers curled around the back of his neck, holding him close as he slipped lower, kissing a gentle path down her torso, touching each rib on his way to the prize.
Her body tensed as he cupped her sex in his palm and slid a finger into her hot, wet channel. She sucked in a shaky breath and moaned his name, “Maurice.”
“Want me to stop?” he asked.
Her hips bucked. “Don’t,” she gasped. “Stop. Please. I’m on fire.”
Maurice slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and used his thumbs to part her folds, baring her glistening pussy to him.
She was so wet. So ready.
Knowing he’d done that to her made his cock even harder. He wanted her. But more than that, he wanted to make her as crazy for him as he was for her. He wanted her to come before he sank into her and slaked his own desires.
Maurice dipped a finger into her channel and swirled in her juices. With his wet finger, he gently stroked her clit, moving slowly at first, then increasing the speed with each pass until she writhed against the sheets.
But she wasn’t quite there. He wanted her so lost in the moment that she came with full abandon.
He blew a stream of air over her heated core and then closed his mouth over her, sucking her clit between his lips.
She gasped, bucked and moaned. Her fingers dug into his scalp. Her hips rose from the mattress, and her back arched.
She was close.
Maurice could feel the tension build in her body. When he flicked her clit again, she cried out, “Oh, sweet Jesus! I can’t breathe.”
He lifted his head, afraid he’d somehow hurt her.
Her fingers dug into his scalp, urging him back to the task. “For the love of—” she said raggedly, “Don’t. Stop!”
He complied, his tongue stroking her at her most sensitive spot until her body jerked, she stiffened and she rode her release all the way to the last flick of his tongue.
Amelie dropped back to the mattress and flung her arms out to her sides. “Am I dead?”
Maurice chuckled. “No, you’re quite alive.”
“I swear I died and floated all the way to heaven.”
“Well, welcome back.” Maurice climbed up her body and kissed her lips.
She opened her eyes and stared up into his, their faces warm in the glow of the lamplight. “You’re not stopping now, are you?”
He couldn’t stop now. Watching her lose herself only made him want her more. But it was her choice. “It’s up to you.”
“Don’t stop. I believe I have another orgasm in me, and I want to have it,” she leaned up and brushed his lips, “with yours.”
His cock twitched with impatience. Maurice leaned across, grabbed the condom and tore it open.
Amelie took it from him and rolled it over his straining member. Then she guided him to her.
His body thrummed with the need to plunge inside her slick entrance. He remained poised for launch, counted to five and fought to regain control. Otherwise, he’d blow his wad like a teenager having sex with a girl for his first time.
Before he reached five, her hands gripped his hips and drove him home. All the way. Fully sheathed. Surrounded by warm, wet muscles, contracting around his length.
Drawing in a deep breath, he began to move in and out, gaining speed with each pass. Soon, he pumped like the piston in a sports car.
The bed rocked so hard the headboard smacked the wall.
Amelie wrapped her legs around him and pressed her heels into his ass. “Faster, soldier,” she gasped. “So damned...close. Yes. Oh, yes. There!”
Tension stretched his muscles tight as energy built, expanded and finally shot him over the edge. He plunged once...twice. On the third thrust, he sank deep, held steady and surfed the waves of his orgasm all the way to the last throb, the last vibration of his cock.
Amelie’s feet dropped to the mattress, her knees splaying to the sides, her body going limp.
Maurice lowered himself onto her, lying skin to skin, their bodies hot and slick with sweat.
Concerned he was crushing her, he rolled with her onto their sides and held her close, not ready to sever their intimate connection.
After a while, he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Are you okay?”
“Mmmm,” she hummed. “Better than okay. You?”
He closed his eyes and smiled. “I swear I died and went all the way to heaven.”
Amelie chuckled. “Welcome back.” She nestled her cheek into his chest and sighed. “And don’t worry... I’m not a clinger.”
Maurice frowned. “Clinger?”
“One of those clingy women who thinks that sex means commitment. If you walk out that door tonight, I won’t chase after you or ask why you didn’t call. It’s just sex.”
With her warm curves pressed against his body, his cock still rooted inside her, Maurice couldn’t comprehend her words.
Just sex?
Oh, fuck no.
Then what was it?
And was he ready to do anything about it?
He lay still for a long moment without responding, his thoughts pinging through his brain’s synapses like rogue balls in a pinball machine.
One thought emerged from the chaos.
He wanted to make love to her again. And no—it was not just sex.