Chapter Chapter Twenty Three
Knox
“Knox, it was good seeing you again, man. Amy, lovely to meet you.”
“My pleasure,” Amy replied, and Alfonso smiled.
He was a business partner, and I wanted to stay in touch. I always greeted him at events. Amy was fucking killing it, and I loved having her by my side tonight.
“I like you, Amy.” Then he pointed at me. “Keep her.”
“That’s the plan,” I informed him.
After he left, I turned to Amy. We’d stayed longer than I anticipated, but now I wanted nothing more than to get us home. “All right. I think the party’s about to wrap up. Want another drink or snacks before we leave?”
“Oh, no,” she said with a saucy smile. “Besides, I’ll have a delicious snack at home—you.”
“You’re very feisty tonight.”
“I am. I...” She leaned closer. “I kind of thought I might feel out of my element.”
I put a hand on her shoulder, the other one on her waist. Everyone who was still here had crowded into the bar room. There were just a few others mingling about, and they probably didn’t care if I was being too familiar with her. She was mine, after all.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
She giggled. “I’m a badass too.”
I brought her closer. “Meaning?”
“Cynthia came by before you brought the first round of drinks.”
I frowned. “Really?”
“Yes. She came to warn me.”
“About what?” I asked.
“You. That you don’t settle down, that I’m not good enough for you.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What the actual fuck? I’ll talk to her.”
“Don’t worry, I already did.” She licked her lips and shrugged. “She was just jealous.”
“That’s not like Cynthia,” I said.
“Knox!” She swatted my arm. “You can be so oblivious for someone who’s got so much experience with women. Trust me, she wasn’t happy that you’re with me.”
“I’ll talk—”
“No, really, don’t. I was just bragging that I basically scared her off, and it felt good.”
“I love this side of you,” I informed her. “Know that you’re the only woman for me.” I laughed and kissed her forehead. “Come on, we’ve done our bit. Time to leave.”
On the drive home, I regretted my decision to have a drink.
I would have preferred to be alone with Amy in my own car.
We were in the back seat of an Uber, and she kept looking out the window.
At least that was what I thought. I realized almost halfway home that she was actually asleep.
Even better—that way she’d have energy once we arrived at the house.
As the car slowed, I patted her shoulder, then brushed my fingers down the exposed side of her neck.
“Amy, we’re home.”
She immediately startled awake. “Oh, I... What?” Then she looked up at the house. “We’re here.”
I laughed. “Yeah. I just said that.”
“Have a great evening,” the driver said, tapping his hands on the wheel, clearly impatient to get paid and get to his next fare.
Amy opened the door and immediately got out. I followed her, and the second I tipped him and closed the car door, he drove off.
“Did you have a nap too?” she asked as I unlocked the front gate and we stepped into the yard.
“No.”
“Pity.”
“Why?” I asked, placing a hand on her lower back and guiding her toward the house.
“Because now I have a lot of energy, and you don’t.” She winked at me.
I laughed, then spoke right into her ear. “Don’t worry, Amy. I have so much energy that I could fuck you six ways to Sunday.”
She giggled, putting a hand over her mouth. “No matter how sassy I am, you’re even better, huh?”
I just kissed the side of her neck in response.
Once we were inside the house, she threw her bag and jacket on the console by the entrance. I followed suit, tossing my jacket on top of hers along with my bow tie as she lifted her arms and started spinning around.
“This place is amazing.”
I liked seeing her happy. She fit here so well. She belonged here, and I wasn’t going to let her leave this place.
I followed her as she stopped in front of the large picture window, looking out. It was pitch-dark, but the moon was shining over the ocean.
“I want to come home to this every night.”
She stiffened. “What?”
“To you here in this house.”
“Knox...,” she whispered.
“Move in with me.” She was silent, so I prodded. “Did you hear me?”
“I heard you. I just... I’m processing this. Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes.” I kissed the side of her neck, then found the zipper of her dress, slowly sliding it down. I’d never wanted to live with anyone, but I wanted to share everything with Amy. And I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, which wasn’t realistic if we didn’t live together.
“I’ll gladly accept and move into this beautiful house,” she murmured. “It won’t be a hardship at all. There’s only one thing.”
“What?”
“Tell the truth. Do you intend to keep me naked at all times?”
I laughed into her ear, then whirled her around. “You know me so fucking well.”
Her dress fell to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and my cock immediately hardened at the sight of her gorgeous naked breasts. Why the fuck hadn’t I turned on any lights? I could barely see her. I cupped both of her breasts and then lowered my head, taking one nipple into my mouth.
“Knox.” She jolted her hips forward.
I needed this woman desperately. She was already tugging at my clothes, her fingers fumbling with my buttons.
“Crap. Do that magic thing where you just take off your shirt quickly.”
I laughed, straightening up. Unbuttoning the sleeves and then the top button, I pulled the shirt over my head. A few moments later, I had all my other clothes out of the way too.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I was waiting for,” she murmured.
I kissed her again, pressing her against the window. Her skin pebbled with goose bumps. I tugged at her panties until they fell to the floor, then brought three fingers to her pussy. She was wet, but not wet enough.
I kissed her deeply, slowly stroking her tongue with mine as I moved my fingers in a small circle.
I could practically feel her drench my fingers.
Then I slid one finger in, and she moaned, digging her nails into my shoulders.
I wanted to taste her, but I needed her to sit down so I could have the perfect angle.
Even though I wanted to keep kissing her, I stepped back and grabbed her hand, leading her to the couch.
“Sit down, babe, and spread wide for me.”
I kneeled in front of her as she sat down and spread her thighs as far as she could. Then I pressed my tongue over her clit. She jackknifed on the couch and nearly slid off.
“I have a better idea. Let’s get down on the floor,” I said as I pulled her slowly in front of me. She kneeled on the floor. “I want my cock in your mouth at the same time I’m burying my tongue in your pussy.”
She licked her lips and nodded. “I want to taste you.”
I laid her down on the floor and positioned myself so that I could easily eat her pussy and she could take my cock into her mouth.
I felt her tongue on my crown the next second.
I immediately dipped my head and licked from her clit down to her opening, then back up.
She moaned and took my cock in deeper. She almost gagged, then pulled her head back slightly. It was fucking nirvana.
I alternated between holding her clit between my lips and licking down her slit, wanting to make her come fast so I could then bury myself inside her.
I pushed one finger into her and then quickly gave her a second one, massaging her clit with my thumb as I kissed around her lower belly, feeling her groan while her mouth was full of my cock. It was such an exquisite feeling.
I alternated applying pressure on her clit with my thumb and my mouth, following the cues of her body. When the pressure of sucking on it was too much, I only circled it with my thumb. I fucking loved giving her pleasure. I lived to worship this woman, and I wanted to do it all night, every night.
She usually tightened her inner muscles before coming, but this time there was no heads-up. She simply exploded. Her hips jerked up, and I had to pull my head out of the way, or her pussy would collide with my face.
She clamped down around my cock but didn’t bite me. This was something else. I kept fucking her mouth while she came, and her moans reverberated through my body. I was close, but I didn’t want to explode in her mouth. I wanted to fill up her pussy with my release.
When she relaxed her lips, I pulled out and moved farther back so I could look at her.
She was sprawled on the floor on her side, propping her head up on one hand.
There wasn’t much light here in front of the entrance, but the outdoor lights filtered in through the huge windows, and I could see her sated smile.
I patted the couch and cleared my throat. “Come on, gorgeous. Lean over this.”
She licked her lips and slowly got up on her knees, then turned around, putting her forearms on the couch.
Her knees were on the floor, and her ass was fucking perfection.
I gave it a slap before positioning myself behind her.
Then I put a hand on her back and gently pressed her farther down.
She immediately took my cues and lowered her torso onto the couch, putting one hand under her forehead.
I pushed in until I was balls-deep inside her. She was wet and tight from her orgasm.
“Knox! Oh, Knox!”
I dropped my head back, setting my jaw. “Your pussy is so damn wet. You’re so ready to be fucked.”
“Yes. Yes, I am,” she whispered. “I need it so much.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I want to be fucked. I need it badly.” Her voice was rough and slightly shaky.
I pulled back and then slammed into her. “I’m going to give it to you so damn hard, Amy.”
“Yes. I need it hard.”
“You need to be fucked hard.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please. Please.”
I knew what she meant, and I obliged because I needed the same, desperately so. I pulled back and slammed in again and again, touching her clit as well, but not in between every thrust. That was too much for her. She was already sensitive and wouldn’t need much stimulation to come again.
“You’re delicious!” I kissed down her upper back and her neck.
She groaned, and then her voice turned into a plea. “Please, please. I need to come.”
Her hands were splayed wide on the couch, tugging at the fabric.
She was pressing her nose and forehead against the cushions.
Once again, I regretted the lack of better lighting.
But even though I couldn’t see properly, I could feel everything I was doing to her.
She buried her mouth in the couch, crying out as her pussy tightened.
I pushed in hard and then exploded. There was no other way to describe it.
My pleasure was so deep and all-encompassing that it engulfed my entire body.
Even if I wanted to, I’d be powerless to stop it from taking over every part of me.
I put my forehead on her back, feeling the vibrations of her body while my own was on fire.
“Babe, I want this with you all the time. Every fucking night.”
“I knew it,” she whispered. “You just want me to move in with you so you can have your fill.”
I was still inside her, but I didn’t want to pull out yet. Instead, I laid my chest against her back and put my hands over hers on the couch, interlacing our fingers.
“Fuck yes, I do. I want you just like this. I want you to surrender to me every damn night.”
And it still won’t be enough, a voice said in the back of my mind.
Usually I always knew things had an expiration date, but this time, I wanted the complete opposite.
I wanted Amy in my life forever.