Chapter 17
It’s really hot today—not that it’s scorching, but since we’re not used to summer, even a little heat hits us hard. So I decided to come downstairs to grab something cold, and it seems I wasn’t the only one with that idea.
I’m coming down the stairs and see the kitchen light on.
I approach slowly, and what I see makes my cock jump.
Amélie is bent over, ass up in the air—her nightgown is so short I can see practically everything.
She’s wearing a pale pink nightgown with thin straps and a thong I can barely make out the color of because it’s literally wedged between her big, round ass cheeks—probably firm too.
The scene makes my mouth water, and my cock gets all happy and hard—very hard. I keep watching her move around the kitchen, which she’s gotten used to by now, until she turns around, sees me standing there, and startles, letting out a little scream.
After our little chat, I start walking toward her.
This woman is driving me crazy. I’m a man, it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, and seeing that ass up in the air—I confess, the urge was to throw her over my shoulder, carry her to my room, and fuck her all night, listening to her moan my name.
I turn her toward me and lower myself until my eyes are level with hers. She watches me attentively.
“You shouldn’t leave your room wearing this.”
I move my hand to the strap of her nightgown, and my fingers touch her skin. Goosebumps rise all over. She’s hot—very hot. I move even closer, and she doesn’t pull back. I like that. I like it a lot.
My fingers trail down the strap until they reach her chest. As I let my eyes roam over her, I see her breasts are perky and firm, so I touch them through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
Her nipple hardens at my touch. I breathe deeply, trying to control myself, but then she bites her lower lip, and that’s my undoing.
“Hell, don’t do that, girl. I’m trying to control myself and you keep provoking me.”
With my other hand, I touch her lip—exactly where she bit it—and the damn woman, making things worse, wets her lips with her tongue, brushing against my finger. That’s when I lose all the control I’d been holding onto, and I simply lunge at her.
It’s been years since I’ve kissed any woman. I always avoided that intimate contact because I wasn’t ready to fall in love with anyone. But seeing Amélie like that, with those lips so ready for me, I couldn’t resist.
I press our lips together, but the little devil isn’t satisfied—she opens her damn mouth and touches her tongue to mine.
That contact sends goosebumps across my entire body.
The hand that was at her mouth moves to her nape and grabs her hair as she moans.
My other hand, still on her breast, squeezes it, and I feel her nipple harden—just like my cock, harder than before.
I grab her ass and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist. I press her against the first wall I see and keep kissing her there—fierce, hungry, full of desire and lust, as if I’d never kissed before.
I taste a hint of strawberry on her full lips.
I bite her lip before trailing down her slender neck as she moans, her hands tangling in my hair.
The arousal I feel for her in that moment—I confess I’ve never felt anything like it in my entire life.
I want to sink inside her, feel her flesh squeezing me.
I press my body harder against hers, as if we could merge into one.
I completely lose my mind. I want her for myself, and I want her now.
I slide my hand down from her breast to her panties, which are completely soaked.
When I touch her, she grinds against me and I let out a deep groan.
Amy’s breathing is ragged, her heart racing like it’s going to burst out of her chest. I leave the kitchen and go straight to the living room, where I sit down with her on top of me.
I push her panties to the side and touch her clit.
She writhes on top of me. I’m loving how sensitive she is to my touch.
“You drive me crazy, girl.”
“And I’m loving this madness.”
“Don’t tease me, Amy. I’m trying to hold back from fucking you right here on this couch.”
I slip the tip of my finger inside her and she starts grinding on my hand. With my thumb, I touch her clit, giving that little devil even more pleasure.
“I want to see you come for me, calling my name.”
I lay her on the couch carefully, lift her nightgown higher, and pull back to look at her pussy—all pink and small.
I imagine my cock there, buried to the hilt inside her.
It throbs in my boxer shorts, straining against the tight fabric.
I kiss her groin, then run my tongue down to her opening before moving up to her clit.
I start sucking it, slipping my finger inside her again.
I imagine she’s still a virgin, so I have to be careful with her—which is a sacrifice for me.
I’ve always been a vigorous man. I don’t like anything done halfway, let alone poorly.
But with her, it feels different. I focus on giving her pleasure, on making her come.
I spread her legs wider, leaving her completely at my mercy.
I intensify the sucking and speed up my finger until she comes.
I cover her mouth so no one hears her loud moan and wait until she rides out her orgasm completely, taking it all.
I feel satisfied when I notice her breathing has calmed.
I pull her onto my lap again and kiss her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and grabs my hair.
Our kiss is fervent, delicious—the taste of her orgasm mixed with the strawberry on her lips leaves me even more turned on than before. But I need to control myself.
She slid her hand down, trailing her fingertips over my bare chest, and I watched, following the path down to the waistband of my boxers—when she just slipped her hand inside. I grabbed her wrist immediately, and she looked at me, startled.
“Let me touch you. I want to satisfy you too.”
“No, baby, because if you touch my cock, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Then just make me yours.”
This girl is going to destroy the last shred of sense I’m still clinging to.
“Amy, are you a virgin?”
“What does that matter now, when you’ve already done half the work?”
The little devil smiles at me, and I have to agree with her—the only reason we’re not finishing this in my bed is because I want her first time to be special.
“I’m trying so hard not to take you to my room right now, because I want it to be perfect for you.”
She rubs against me, driving me crazy, then suddenly stands up.
“Well then, since you don’t want to, good night.”
She blows me a kiss and runs toward the stairs. This girl is such a brat, but when I finally get my hands on her, I’ll make her completely mine—the way it’s meant to be.