Chapter Eighteen
Lennon
I watch until Sebastian has Leia safely down the steps and secured in the Bronco. Then, I walk back inside to find Amiya, but instead, I find her dress draped over the back of the sofa.
I pick it up and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply as I glance around the room.
She’s standing by the set of bay windows that look out to the ocean.
“How was your night?” I ask.
“Uneventful,” she says.
“No beautiful men?”
She shrugs. “There were a few, but like you said, none worthy of having my legs wrapped around them.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep, it’s your fault, Sailor. All I could think about was coming home to you and the promise of three orgasms.”
Reaching around, she nimbly handles the clasps of her bra and then drops her arms so the material falls, revealing her high, ample, beautiful breasts, tipped with pebbled pink nipples.
She bites down on her lip, playing a game of sweet seduction.
“My apologies,” I say as my eyes follow her movements.
She hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly slides them down her thighs. The black satin pools at her ankles, and she kicks them to the side.
Standing before me in nothing but those strappy, blessed gold heels, her soft and sexy curves highlighted by the moonlight streaming in the window behind her, she’s a fucking wet dream.
I don’t say another word as I drop the dress and walk to her. I round her body, my lips brushing her neck as I come to a stop behind her. A shiver runs through her as my hand slides up her bare thigh and palms her ass.
“I like this game,” I whisper as my free hand cups her breast.
Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I bite down gently.
She gasps and turns in my arms, bringing her mouth to mine. I open for her, and she hungrily takes. Nipping and sucking on my tongue until she pulls back. We stand there, nose to nose, panting, trading breaths.
“You want it here or in the bedroom?” I ask against her lips.
“Here. Underneath the stars.”
Her hand falls from my shoulder to the front of my slacks, and her fingers begin to fumble with my belt. Her mouth never leaving mine. Each swipe of her plump cherry-colored lips sweeter than the last.
How long has it been since I enjoyed kissing so much, with the desperation of a teenager making out for the first time?
She finally manages to unbuckle my belt and pop my trousers open. As she feeds her hand into my boxers, I reach behind and grasp the collar of my shirt, swiftly discarding it onto the floor, next to her dress.
“I thought it was a fluke. I thought it was the alcohol that made me want this so badly last night. But I was wrong. It’s just you,” she says, caressing my erection through my slacks, making me grow even harder as her fingers press around me.
The action lights me on fire. I start to touch and taste her everywhere. Her mouth, her breasts, her neck, and her thighs. I can’t get close enough. I want to consume every inch of her.
I kiss the freckles on her shoulder as my hands find her breasts again, my thumbs brushing at her nipples. My tongue glides down and sucks at the hollow point where her neck meets her collarbone.
She slings her head back to give me better access as she trails her hands up my chest and runs her fingers through the smattering of dark hair.
Shifting my weight, I lower her onto the bench in front of the window and kneel before her. I follow the curve of her breast with one hand, making her shiver with anticipation as I caress her thigh with my other before gently tugging her legs apart.
I bend and kiss her ankle just below the golden strip.
“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you while you wore these heels since you left,” I say as I slide my tongue up her calf.
She moans and threads her fingers into my hair and pulls me in closer.
I run my stubbled jaw over her inner thigh and watch as goose bumps pepper across her skin.
“Lennon,” she gasps.
“Yes, Legs?” I whisper as I spread her open with two fingers.
Her pussy is glistening with need.
She lets out a sexy little grunt of protest.
“So impatient,” I say as I run my tongue along her warm flesh.
I take my time feasting on her as she writhes and rides my fingers to release. Then, I sit back and watch as she crests the wave of pleasure and lets go. Crying my name.
Standing, I lose my pants and briefs and come back over her. Holding her sleek body against the rough wood of the windowsill, I thrust inside of her.
I feel like a bull in a delicate china shop.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and her hands grasp my shoulders as our bodies collide in a passionate rhythm.
It feels so damn good, and I pick up the pace, going deeper and deeper until her muscles begin to tighten around me and she screams my name.
I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to drive her wild.
She lifts her hips and moves more urgently, seeking the release her body wants.
When her legs tense and she begins to shudder in my arms, I know she’s close again.
“Give me your eyes, Amiya,” I command.
Her head snaps up, and I watch as she loses the battle and shatters around me.
Her cries fill the dark room. Beckoning me to follow as she clenches her muscles around my cock that’s still buried inside her.
“Fuck,” I roar as my release fills her.
I fall forward, my sweaty limbs completely spent. Her arms cradle me, and her fingers stroke down my back as we catch our breath.
After a few moments, I rise onto my elbows and kiss her forehead.
Then, I lift up, taking her with me, and guide her down the hall to her bedroom. I pull back the covers, and we climb into bed.
“That was only two,” she mutters as I tuck her into my side and kiss the tip of her nose.
“The third will have to wait until the morning,” I say.
A sexy smile curls her lips, and her heavy eyes flutter shut.
“Okay,” she murmurs, blissfully satisfied by her orgasm-induced haze.