My index finger finds her sensitive area that's already swollen and warm. I can tell the difference between pool water and her personal dampness, and I'm going wild. The fact she's so wet for me makes me count to ten so I don't prove I'm also capable of coming under a minute.
Her bare skin on mine is taunting me. I'd give anything to be as loud as I can, but the reality is we are outside and fucking on a lounge chair.
We get a rhythm going and Amelia uses my shoulder to conceal each moan escaping her mouth. They vary in volume and surpass the last in terms of excitement.
"Theo, this is too good," she whispers, and I'm unable to utter my agreement.
I'm focusing on not shooting my load too soon because I never want this to end.
"Do you like being on top?" I ask so I can get a moment to collect myself.
"I've never been good at it," she admits.
Flipping her over in a quick swoop, I'm lying on my back as she straddles me.
The unobstructed view of her chest, down to her navel, and her glistening lower lap make me tense. She's beautiful. Every inch of her is perfect.
"What feels best for you?" she asks.
"Rock your hips in a circle. I'll stabilize you."
She does exactly that, and I might pierce the air with a scream of my own. Fucking hell, I will never be able to let this feeling go. I'm addicted. My hands hold her by the ass, and I maneuver her so we feel each movement to its depth.
Our flow is precise and she barely needs my help, so I rub my thumb against her clit.
"Fuck, fuck… Theo, what is that feeling?"
Oh, she is about to experience a different kind of orgasm.
I'm hitting her g-spot, I can tell by the angle as I sink into her. She's going to shatter, and I don't trust her silence during this new feeling she's about to experience. Her body hunches forward as she grinds into me, and I'm able to silence her cries in time.
It's possessive the way I grab her face, putting my palm over her lips and the other holding the back of her head. And yet, she keeps twisting her hips and riding me, lightly sinking her teeth into my fingers.
"Oh fuck," I curse, because I'm the only one capable of speaking. Her muffled orgasm is the best sound I ever heard.
I've built up an all-consuming pleasure inside me that I can't fight much longer.
"Don't wear a dress to the party tomorrow," I say between pants.
"Why?"
"I'm going to be dripping down your legs all day."
Fuck the fireworks, I'll combust right here and see stars of my own. Amelia's body shimmers above me with sweat and perspiration. My mouth is all over her breasts as I suck and bite, hitting my peak. We're putting on a show of our own, and I'm about to give her a glorious finale.
"I'm coming," I warn.
My hands grab her ass cheeks, and I force her down hard on my lap as I bury myself deep into her.
CollapsingontopofTheo in complete exhaustion, our breathing is synced when my chest meets his.
"Fucking Christ, Amelia."
What are words? I wish I knew, because I have never felt so detached from reality.
Theo and I had sex, and it was the kind of sex you never give up. I'm supposed to live across the hall from a man who would willingly give that to me anytime I wanted?
The sexual tension, that cosmic connection…
