Rule #26 Normal is a fallacy. #2
When Amelia comes back into the kitchen, I slide over her latte, leaning against the counter with a cappuccino between my fingers.
“He’s gone. And he promised to stay quiet,” she says before chewing on the inside of her cheeks.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
For a moment as she stares at me from across the kitchen, I worry that the nervous look she’s wearing means she has regrets or is second-guessing this decision. Then her lips relax into a lazy smile.
Ignoring her coffee, she comes toward me. I set my mug down as I accept her in my arms. Wrapping me up in a tight hug around my waist, she burrows her face in my chest.
“I feel…like I’m living in a dream.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Me too, Trouble.”
“I heard what you said…” Her voice trails, and I know immediately what she is referring to. The declaration of love I shared with her brother.
“I meant every word.”
She tilts her chin up toward me, and I lean down to capture her lips.
It doesn’t take long before the kiss grows heated.
She nips at my lips, and I lick into her mouth, desperate for more.
Her body grows warm and pliant in my arms, so I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her onto the counter behind her.
Her legs squeeze me tightly as I grind my growing erection against her. But then she pulls away, panting.
“You know, I was thinking,” she says as I move my lips to her neck, unable to pull them away.
“Yeah? About what?”
“About what you said yesterday…about not knowing if you could be with one person.”
Inside, I start to bristle but focus more on the taste of her skin and the warmth of her cunt as I grind against it.
“Uh-huh,” I mutter in the tone of a question.
I don’t know where she’s going with this, but I hope it’s not another argument where I have to convince her that I’m not the right man to get into a relationship with. I’m willing to try with her. I am.
Suddenly, something dawns on me, so I pull away and look into her eyes. “Amelia, listen to me.”
Her pupils are dilated, and her chest is moving heavily as she nods.
“If we do this…whatever this is…I won’t see anyone else. You know that, right? I would never—”
She rolls her eyes and cuts me off. “I know that. But that’s not what I’m saying.”
“Then what are you saying?”
Biting her lip eagerly, she gives me a nervous expression. “I was thinking that…you know, if you did want to…you know…be with other people…”
The wrinkles in my face deepen as I wait for her to explain, because I do not in fact know.
“I won’t be with other people, Amelia.”
“Ugh,” she cries out, letting her head fall back. “I’m saying you could!”
“What? Why?”
“Well, you could…if you let me watch.”
My hands freeze on her hips and my lips part. Out of everything I expected to come out of her mouth, this was definitely not even close to what I fathomed. In fact, I’m almost worried I’m understanding her wrong.
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs shyly as if embarrassed. “I mean…it’s a solution. It solves both of our problems. You’re afraid one person couldn’t be enough for you sexually, and I learned that I like to watch—”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I moan, putting my hand over her mouth.
“You and I are not even having sex, Amelia. And if we were…I would never, ever accuse you of not being enough for me. You are more than enough. Yes, it’s true that I have never been faithful to one person, and I worry that even with you, that would be a hard habit to break.
I worry about making you unhappy. But I don’t want you to ever worry about not being enough for me. ”
With a tight smile, she loops her arms around my neck. “What if I said I wanted to watch you with someone else…for my own selfish pleasure?”
My cock throbs in my pants. With a growl, I tug her closer, and she wraps me up in those beautiful, soft thighs.
“You really are trouble, you know that?”
As my lips attack her neck again, she laughs, and I lick up the flawless sound of it.
“I am powerless against you,” I groan, making her giggle even more.
“Then stop fighting it,” she replies, tilting her hips. With her heels in my back, she drags me closer, holding me against her.
And I do stop fighting it. For now. I let the storm of desire carry me away.
My cock leaks at the tip as I grind against her harder and harder. My hips move on their own accord now, chasing friction and pleasure.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I drag it over her head while she works the buttons of mine. We are frantically undressing each other in her parents’ kitchen like I haven’t shared a hundred meals here with them.
When I hook my fingers in her panties, she lifts enough to let me drag them down and discard them on the kitchen floor. Looking down, I see her bare cunt, glistening with arousal, and my hard cock pointed in her direction.
Her gaze follows, and we both stare at temptation.
“Come on, Matis,” she hums in a soft plea. “Just stick it in a little. I’m ready for you.”
I let out a pathetic whimpering sound as I rest my forehead against hers.
It would be so easy. Just one thrust of my hips and then what’s done is done.
But then what? What if she is like every other person I’ve fucked? What if this ruins everything? What if I lose interest as soon as we’re done? I need more time to think this through.
So instead of plunging my cock inside her, I lay my throbbing length against my body and close the distance between us so her wet core glides along my shaft.
“It’s better this way,” I say, my voice tight with desire. “Just think of how good it will be when we finally do. We can wait a little longer, Trouble.”
She throws her head back with a dramatic groan. “You’re killing me.”
Laughing, I pick up her head and kiss her lips as I grind my length against her. She soaks my cock as we move together. My thumb finds her clit hidden beneath the soft blond tuft, and I apply pressure, circling it tightly as we writhe against each other.
She hums a little bit louder, and I press a little harder. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her perky mounds move with the heaving breaths of her chest. Her tiny pink nipples tighten with arousal.
Her hip bones jut out from her dainty frame, and her stomach bears a small mound beneath her belly button with stark white hair against her tan skin. Her pussy is equally as perfect, and just the memory of it last night, smothering me in heaven, has me pulling away and dropping to my knees again.
I lick her perfect cunt from bottom to top, taking a moment to prod her tight asshole before sucking eagerly on her clit. She cries out in a high-pitched growling sound as her fingers find my hair and she holds me close, not letting me get away.
As if I would. There’s not a single place on this earth I’d rather be.
I devour her beautiful cunt because I want to. Because it brings me as much pleasure as it brings her. Because I think, in my pussy-drunk delusion, that I was born for this. I belong here. My mouth was made for this cunt.
Her thighs are draped over my shoulders, squeezing around my head every time she gets close. She’s writhing on the counter as I bring her to the edge of ecstasy.
“Oh God, Matis. Oh fuck.” Her words are senseless and mumbled as she fights against the impending climax.
So I slip in a finger, hooking it and finding the spot that makes her hips buck and her breathing stop. Then I suck harder on her clit and watch her fold into crumbs on the marble countertop.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screams.
I watch her abs contract and her chest glisten with sweat as she comes. Her brows are knit together so tightly she almost looks pained, but I know by the pulsing clit in my mouth that it’s not pain at all.
Just watching her come makes my dick throb to the point of nearly coming without even touching myself. I feel the head dripping precum as it slides down my length. There’s probably even a drop or two on the floor, but I don’t care.
Once I know Amelia has finished and fully come down from her high, I burst up to my feet, gripping my cock tight. With shameless grunts and groans, I stroke my dick in rhythms both fast and slow.
Staring at her body, I wish more than anything that I could bury myself inside her. I want to fill her up. Every drop of my seed belongs to her now, and I grow hot and desperate at the thought of breeding her—a thought that has never crossed my mind before.
Leaning back on one arm, she watches me stroke myself with fascination. I lick up the taste of her on my lips, feeling myself growing closer and closer to coming.
Then, in one last filthy move before unloading, I prod the head of my swollen cock against her cunt. I don’t push in. Instead, I let it sniff her out like a dog, gliding through her pubic hair and between her wet folds.
I even let it slip between the cheeks of her ass and press against her puckered hole, and she lets out a mewling sound, her hips rocking back and forth as if she could impale herself on my shaft.
I don’t need to ask if Amelia has ever had anyone in her ass before. I already know the answer is no, or at least it’s a hunch. And the thought of being the first cock to take that tight hole sends me careening into my orgasm.
I come like a beast, growling and roaring as my dick twitches in my hand, sending ropes of cum over her perfect skin. Before I’m even done, she reaches down and runs her finger through it, painting it into her skin.
And with my mouth hanging open, wondering how on earth I’m going to survive this woman, I come some more.