21. Amelia
Amelia
“You want this?” Reed asks, hovering above me. The muscles on his arms ripple as they hold his weight from crushing me. His eyes are hungry when he stares down at me.
“Yes,” I whisper as I slowly trace the lines of his back. “More than anything.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before his lips crash down on mine, stealing my breath. His lips are soft, but the kiss is not.
I grip his back, feeling his muscles move underneath my fingertips.
The man is so damn hot. Every inch of him oozes strength and power.
His cocky attitude doesn’t turn me off, which is weird because it immediately would’ve been a mood-killer with anyone else.
Maybe it’s because he can back up his words with his actions. He has so far, at least.
Our tongues battle for superiority, tangling together like they’re in a dance to the death. I have a hunger I’ve never felt before. A yearning for a man I’ve dreamed about since the day I left Vegas. It’s as if I’m chasing a memory that’s missing.
He shifts above me, but I don’t dare open my eyes. I don’t want anything to possibly ruin the moment. A second later, his cock is sliding across my pussy before it nudges my opening. The movement alone is enough to send me over the edge.
I moan as he pushes inside me, filling me completely. He fits perfectly, like he was made to be mine. He pulls back, breaking the kiss. I open my eyes, staring up at him as he pulls out of me and pushes back in.
“Reed,” I breathe.
“Amelia,” he moans back as his lower body starts to move faster, driving his cock deeper.
“Reed,” I say again, moaning his name this time.
My body is rocked sideways, and my eyes fly open.
“Amelia, are you okay?” Reed asks, staring at me with concern in his eyes. His hands are still wrapped around my feet, but the movement has stopped.
I blink a few times, my body hot. What in the actual fuck? A moment ago, we were doing it, and now, we’re on the couch, both fully clothed, and Reed’s staring at me like I’m about to die.
“What?” I ask.
“You were moaning. Are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“Fuck,” I hiss. I was having a sex dream about Reed while he sat next to me. It was all fake. In my unconscious mind. My body has wanted him so badly for months, craving a release from someone other than myself, and he was finally within reach. “No, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes search my face like he doesn’t believe me.
I pull my feet back from his touch, needing the break in contact. “No. I’m okay. I was having a dream.”
“What was it about?” he asks.
I don’t need a mirror to know my face flushes immediately. “I don’t remember,” I lie.
“I’m sorry I woke you.”
I want to tell him he should be. He interrupted a great dream.
“Maybe we should turn in for the night,” he says. “We’re both exhausted.”
I was exhausted, but now all I am is horny. I won’t be able to sleep unless I have an orgasm. And for that to happen, I’d need to use my vibrator. The problem is…the damn thing is loud. There’s no way Reed wouldn’t hear it buzzing away.
Sure, I could use my hand, but it takes too long, and tonight, I don’t have the energy. Looks like I’m going to bed frustrated and staring at the ceiling for far too long.
Or I could act on the urge. Make the fantasy I’ve been living over and over a reality.
What’s the worst thing that could happen?
I’m already pregnant by the man. We are technically married.
The only thing holding us back at this point is our sobriety.
Drunk us had no problem hopping in the sack with each other.
“Reed,” I say as I sit up, facing him. I glance down at my hands, fidgeting as my heart beats a little faster. “I have a favor I need to ask of you.”
He turns his body, slinging his arm across the back of the couch. “Sure, sugar. What is it?”
“Well…I…” I’ve never been this type of girl. I’ve envied them but somehow have never been able to ask for exactly what I need sexually.
“Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” he says, his fingers almost touching my bare shoulder. “Tell me what you want, Amelia.”
“Pregnancy really makes a woman horny,” I say, not meeting his gaze. I can’t. I’m too embarrassed, but this is exactly what got us into this situation to begin with.
He knows what I’m asking. I don’t have to say the words—or, at least, I shouldn’t have to.
“So, do you wanna…” I don’t finish the statement.
“Want to what?” he asks. “Tell me.”
I groan because he knows exactly what I want, but he’s going to force me to say the words. “I need an orgasm.”
A sexy smile spreads across his handsome face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I clear my throat, suddenly hotter than I felt a few moments ago. Shit. Why is this so hard? “So, I thought maybe you…we…” I swallow as my mouth suddenly becomes dry.
“You want to have sex?” he asks, showing me a little bit of mercy.
“I thought you could give me an orgasm.”
“What about me?” he asks.
“What about you?” I tease, because I’m going to make him beg a little bit. He hasn’t made this easy on me, and I’m not going to make it easy on him either.
“I want one too.”
“Are you a little kid?”
“Babe,” he says, that sexy smirk on his face. “I work best with my hands and cock.”
My entire body comes alive at the thought. The bitch is such a betrayer. She’s what got me into this situation to begin with. “You do?” I ask, my voice soft, like breathing is a struggle.
He scoots closer, nodding.
My heart beats faster, the air around us crackling with energy.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he announces before taking my face in his hands, searching my eyes for permission.
“Okay,” I breathe, leaning forward because I want this more than anything right now.
He strokes my cheek with his thumb, and I nearly melt as he leans forward to kiss me.
We’re doing this. After months of dreaming about this moment, we’re going to do it…again.
I can hear every pounding beat of my heart in my ears as he moves closer. When our mouths are nearly touching, he stops and stares into my eyes.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, Reed. Damn it, kiss me already.” My voice is stronger than I expected, but I can’t help it. My body is so hot and needy, I think I could spontaneously combust in this moment.
Reed doesn’t wait another minute before his lips are on mine, cupping my face in his hand as he uses his body to push me backward into the couch. I sigh at the contact, loving the feel of him against me. It’s better than any dream I’ve ever had of him too.
I slide my fingers to his zipper as my mouth moves with his like I’m trying to devour him. I don’t need foreplay. My dream took care of revving up my body. I’m not about to waste time. I need him inside me and need an orgasm more than I need the very air in my lungs.
His kiss deepens as I unzip his pants, skating my fingertips across the soft skin near his pelvis. “I want you,” I moan against his lips.
“I want you too,” he says as his hands drop to the bottom of my shirt.
We move in a frantic way, stripping each other and ourselves of our clothes, only breaking the kiss as long as we need to get naked.
As he stands to take off his pants, I use the moment to soak in his body.
It’s a work of art. His tall frame is covered in lean muscle.
A working man’s body. His skin is decorated with tattoos everywhere.
Someday, I’d love to look at them all and know the meaning behind them, but that day isn’t today.
My mouth instantly waters at the sight of his long, thick cock as he stands before me completely naked. The man is well-endowed. I now understand the cocky attitude. He has the goods to back it up.
When I finally drag my gaze to his face, he’s staring at me with the same hunger I probably have in my eyes.
I spread my legs, giving him a full view. “I need you inside me,” I say, dragging my hand down the middle of my body before I touch the spot that nearly makes me rocket off the couch. I moan as I touch myself the way I want him to.
“Fuck,” he moans before coming at me with so much speed, I barely have time to pull my hand away before he’s on me.
He nudges my legs open wider and takes one of my legs in his hands, placing it around his body so my foot rests on his back. “I need inside you too,” he says before his mouth is on mine, making it impossible for me to say anything more.
I grab his neck, anchoring myself to him. He runs his cock up and down my wetness, and I nearly come from the contact alone. My hormones do a happy dance inside me, finally getting what they want.
“Fast or slow?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Fast, Reed. And hard,” I tell him, wanting my world completely rocked.
This isn’t about making love. This night will be about getting off and satiating a need no amount of masturbation has been able to quench.
His mouth is on mine again as his cock nudges the opening to my pussy.
I moan as he pushes himself inside, filling me in the most delicious way.
The ache I haven’t been able to get rid of suddenly seems to morph into pleasure that makes my toes curl.
I kiss him harder, moaning into his mouth with each plunge of his cock.
I meet his thrusts, wanting more contact.
It doesn’t matter how hard and deep he is; I want more.
My body has never been this way. I can only blame it on the pregnancy, but right now, I’m not mad about it.
The sex is frenzied. It’s like we’ve both dreamed about this moment for months, and now that it’s happening, neither one of us can hold ourselves back or take things slow.
His thrusts are relentless as I hold on to him, wanting and needing more. It doesn’t take long before my orgasm is building inside me. My toes curl, my body goes rigid, as I prepare for something I fear may ruin me for any man afterward.
I’ve never been easy to orgasm. I envied the women who were. It has always been a struggle, but today, it builds faster than I ever could’ve imagined.
I grip him tighter, tethering myself to his body as the orgasm rips through me. I fall over the cliff while the pleasure flows through my body, stealing every thought and the very air from my lungs.
Reed follows me, moaning his pleasure into our joined mouths. His body shakes above me as the motion of his hips becomes more stuttered until he collapses against me and stills.
“Damn,” he pants with his mouth against my neck. “That was just…”
“Yeah,” I say, as anything more is literally impossible. My mind is a jumbled mess of emotions, and my body is still overcome with sensations.
While I am momentarily satisfied, I worry that my body will want him more next time. This is how we got into this mess in the first place.
He pushes off me, and I instantly miss the warmth of his skin. “You good? Did you have an orgasm? Need more?”
He’s generous. I’ll give him that. I told him what I wanted, and he gave me everything I asked for. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t or couldn’t ask for more.
“No,” I lie as I place my hand on his head, pushing him downward. “I need your mouth on me.”
He stares at me as he inches down my body. It’s like he knows I’m lying but isn’t calling me out on it. “Whatever you want, I’m your man.”
Those words are truer than either of us wants to admit. If I’m not careful, I know I could fall madly in love with this man…the father of my baby.
“Less talking,” I tell him as he settles between my legs, his eyes sparkling and hungry. “More eating.”
He smiles before he feasts on me, sending me over the edge even faster the second time.