24. Rule #24 Let her take the lead.
Matis
“Why are you doing this to me?” I groan as I stare at her standing in the open doorway. I take a step toward her, feeling exhausted both from lack of sleep and this incessant moral fight I keep losing.
She steps backward silently as she stares up at me. Being back in her room, I’m reminded of what I did to her here last night. The way her warm, wet cunt strangled my fingers. I wince at the thought.
“I’m a good man,” I mutter as my fingers reach for her. “But I want to do very, very bad things to you.”
Amelia closes the distance, burying her face in my neck and wrapping her arms around my waist. “We could keep it a secret,” she whispers. “We could have what we want without anyone finding out.”
“It would have to be a secret, mon trésor.” My lips are in her hair, inhaling her scent and absorbing her nearness. My hands linger inches from her skin, afraid to touch her. Afraid that once I do, I won’t be able to stop.
But she touches me with abandon. She clings to my skin like sweat, letting her fingers trace the muscles of my bare back without restraint.
Then I feel a tender kiss against my throat. “We could get it out of our system,” she mumbles. “Maybe once we do, we’ll be free. We won’t want this anymore.”
I chuckle lazily as she kisses a trail along the apple of my throat.
It’s funny to me because this infatuation I’ve just discovered feels so permanent already.
I will never not want Amelia now. She’s stained the pumping organ in my chest, and just the idea of her has wrapped itself around every vein in my body.
I couldn’t get her out of my system if I tried. She is my system.
“I cannot…” My lips still on their words as she drags her fingers around my waist, reaching the front and toying with the waistband of my briefs.
“When are you going to stop saying that?” she laughs.
“No, I’m serious, Trouble.” My hands finally touch her body but only to grip her arms and put some distance between us. “Sex is out of the question, you understand?”
“Then…what can we do?” she asks, imploring me with those brilliant crystalline eyes.
“Anything else,” I answer weakly.
A coy smirk plays on her lips as she closes the space between us again. This time, her hands lie warmly on my chest. “Everything else.”
Forcing myself to swallow, I gaze down at her dumbly. Suddenly I feel fifteen again, new to sex and bodies. Not the grown man who has pleasured more than he could possibly count.
But the idea of everything else stuns me into senselessness.
It’s Amelia who moves first. My little temptation. The crux of my undoing.
She takes me by the hand and pulls me deeper into her room, and if there was any fight left in me, it’s gone now. When she shoves me toward her bed, the resounding no, no, no in my head echoes distantly.
I drop onto the mattress, my feet still planted on the floor as I carry on this internal war with myself. Then she crawls onto my lap, straddling my hips and burying her body against my chest as if to show me how perfectly we fit together.
“You want me to take the lead?” she whispers sweetly against my skin. “You want me to prove to you that I’m not some little girl? I’m a woman now, Matis, and I know what I want.”
With that, she grinds her hips against me, and I let out a moan, digging my hand into her hair.
“What do you want, Trouble?”
Her response is a wet kiss on my chest. It creates a ripple effect of goose bumps on my skin, which she follows with her mouth, kissing her way to the other side.
Slowly, she climbs from my lap, and I lose the ability to breathe. Blood pulses directly to my stiff length as I watch my sweet, innocent Amelia slide to her knees between my legs. As she stares up at me with doe eyes and moist lips, I lose my moral compass entirely.
This sight is too fucking delicious to care about right and wrong now.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper as I stroke her head lovingly.
Leaning into my touch, she smiles. Then her hands slowly slide up the insides of my thighs, and my abs constrict. I fight a shiver as she gently pulls on the elastic band around my hips.
She eases down the fabric like she’s slowly revealing something she’s been waiting for.
As my cock is released, it protrudes out toward her, hard and throbbing.
The room is so quiet I can hear the gentle exhalation from her lips as she stares in awe.
The precum pooling in the slit glistens from the dim lamp in the corner.
I should stop her. Stop this.
But her tiny pink tongue slips out over her bottom lip, and she leans forward so slowly, time stops. Then she drags it delicately over the angry-looking, purple head of my cock.
My spine shudders and my balls tighten as I watch her lick the slit, scooping out the salty spend with deliberation.
“Fuck,” I gasp as she closes her mouth and savors the taste of me.
What is she doing to me? Who is this bold, sexy woman, and what has she done with my precious Amelia?
“Lift up,” she says as she tugs my briefs down my legs until I’m sitting naked in front of her. Not even a landslide wiping out Paris entirely could stop us now.
Perched between my legs, Amelia stares at my cock like it’s an idol to worship. She wraps one hand around my shaft, easing down the hood, and I let out another moan from the soft, tight grip of her fist. She strokes me slowly, moving her warm hand from base to tip and back down again.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she says sweetly before giving me a dimpled-cheek grin. It obliterates my heart. I stroke my hand over her short blond hair again before gathering it at the nape of her neck.
“Come here,” I mutter before curling over to kiss her on the lips. As I lick into her mouth, her hand strokes my length again. “You are killing me, mon trésor,” I mumble against her lips.
She grins through the kiss.
And when I sit upright, still holding her at the back of her head, she moves her perfect mouth to my cock. First, she kisses the head again, much like she kisses my mouth. Peppering my shaft and teasing the veins bulging along the underside.
More precum leaks from the tip, and once again, she sucks it as if it’s nectar. I moan louder this time.
“You want to take my cock into that pretty mouth, Trouble?”
Deviously, she smiles and nods. Then, without another word, she brings her tongue to the head again and slides me all the way in until I feel the back of her throat.
I suck in through my teeth, tensing from the sensation. Suddenly, it all hits me like a tidal wave. My cock is in her mouth. My cock is in Amelia’s mouth.
And once she gets a taste, she doesn’t stop. Her lips close around me and her cheeks hollow as she sucks, bobbing her head and coating me in her saliva.
In my lifetime, I have had many mouths on my cock. Maybe hundreds. I couldn’t pick out a single one as being worth remembering above the rest, except for this one. And it’s not just because of who this woman is to me but because she is sucking my cock like it’s all she’s ever wanted.
Rising up higher on her knees, she wraps her hands around the base, moving them up and down with her mouth, working my cock like she loves it.
My mouth hangs slack as I watch her, struck almost in disbelief by how good she is at this. I won’t dare think about where she might have learned it or who she has been practicing on, but part of me believes she’s just this good because she wants this that much.
Suddenly, I’m mumbling nonsense in French as she worships my cock with her mouth, and any hope I had of keeping things between us as innocent as possible are gone. Long gone.
“C’est tellement bon. Putain, c’est bon…”
My voice is wrecked, strained and raspy as I hold her head in my hands. My hips want to jerk upward, fucking into her mouth, but I hold back. There’s no need for me to take over when she has me at her mercy.
And when one of her hands lowers to grip me at the base of my sac, I nearly lose it. Squeezing tightly, she holds me at the edge, still working me with her mouth, sucking until the point I know her jaw must ache and her throat must burn. But she doesn’t stop.
“You are so good at this, Trouble. My dirty girl. You are so fucking good at this.”
At my praise, she hums, and I’m near the end now. I’m teetering on the precipice, ready to spill into her mouth, but I don’t want to surprise her with it, so I hold myself back.
“Amelia,” I groan. “Amelia, Amelia, Amelia…”
She hums louder. Sucks harder. Grips tighter.
She’s ruining me. That’s what she’s doing. She’s ensuring that no other mouth could ever possibly please me like this one. Successfully, she’s done it.
“I’m about to…come…”
But she doesn’t slow down or pull away. Her ministrations are relentless, and I’m helpless against them.
“I’m…fuck…I’m coming.”
My body tightens as I’m hit with a crashing wave of pleasure. White stars flash behind my eyes as I moan loudly, feeling shot after shot of my seed expel into her ravenous mouth. She does not pull off or spit it out.
Instead, she rounds her back and sucks me through this mind-shattering orgasm, drawing out my cum and swallowing it down like she’s dying for it.
It’s less of a climax and more of an explosion.
I feel it in every extremity, from the tips of my fingers to the base of my spine.
She makes me come so violently, I start to feel dizzy, and the sight of her gagging on my cock, tears streaming down her face, rides me through another aftershock of ecstasy.
I have quite literally never come so hard in my life.
My skin tingles and my limbs feel weak as I collapse backward onto the bed. While I stare up at the ceiling, waiting for my heart rate to return to normal, I try to feel if she is out of my system now.
The thought makes me laugh. Out of my system.
If anything, she’s more embedded in my system. I’ve learned her touch and felt her mouth. I’ve planted my seed in her belly.
I may never walk away from this woman for the rest of my life. And honestly, I don’t even care.