“Where were we?”
“You were going to fuck me.”
“I was?” I smile against her lips and slide my fingers deeper. She pushes back, wanting more.
“I seem to recall you saying that you wanted to know me inside and out.”
She slants her big brown eyes suggestively, and I already know that I’m powerless to resist anything Amelia York wants.
I wrap my free arm around her back and scoot her forward along the desk until her ass is perched on the edge. Then I pull my fingers out of her and guide the head of my cock towards her opening.
“Are you ready for me, Amelia?”
She takes my hand and licks her taste from my fingers. “Do you really need to ask?”
I slide my shaft inside her, all the way. Amelia leans back to accommodate my length, but I grip her hair, needing to kiss her while I fill her up. It feels like coming home. Like this is what has been missing from my life since Niamh died.
And I already know that I won’t be able to get enough of Amelia York.
That once tasted means never forgotten, and that if I go through with this now, there’s no turning back.
Her hands tug at my shirt, and I don’t stop her. She feels her way through the buttons, pulls the shirt over my shoulders and drops it onto the floor. Then, she presses her breasts against my chest. Her nipples are hard, sending a thrill straight through to my cock sunk deep inside her.
“Want more?” I murmur against her lips.
“I want everything.”
I grip her hips and lift her off the desk. I lower her onto the rug and hook her legs over my shoulders. With her body bent double, I can slide my shaft in all the way, seating it in her warm wetness.
“That’s my good girl. I knew you could take all of me.”
She traces my mouth with her fingertips and studies my face. No one has looked at me this way since Niamh. It sends all kinds of emotions swirling through my chest, and I grind my cock deeper into her with a low growl, so that she doesn’t see the effect she has on me.
Not yet.
Not until I figure out what the fuck I’m doing.
I kiss her long and hard. She clings to my neck, my hair, my lips, tiny sounds escaping from her as I slide my cock in and out of her pussy. All the way, until the head finds her clit, and then deep inside her, filling her up.
I grip her hair, tilting her head backwards and find her neck with my mouth. I suck. Not enough to mark her, but enough to make her arch her back and press her breasts into my chest. “Let me feel those sexy fucking nipples, Amelia…”
She arches her back even more, baring her neck for me like I’m a vampire about to draw blood. “Bite me, Declan.”
“I… Fuck…”
I nibble her neck, and she lets out a low moan, fisting my hair and holding my head in place. I suck harder, knowing that she’ll be marked but unable to stop myself. My cock throbs inside her.
I’m going to come and I’m not ready for it to be over.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.
My lips find their way back to her mouth of their own accord. “Has anyone ever told you how fucking sweet you taste?”
She licks my lips and smiles with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I’ve never wanted to hear it from anyone else.”
That’s good enough for me. Amelia is so fucking gorgeous she could have any man she wanted. But she chose me. She’s here with me, and I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make her realize how amazing she is.
“I want to come in you. Is that alright?” It’s been a long while since I’ve had to ask this question.
