She slips her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, dragging them down painfully slow until the fabric clears me, and my hard, aching cock springs free. Cool air hits the mess of precum already smeared across my tip, and her gaze locks there like I’m the only thing in the room.
“Fuck,” I breathe, watching her take me in.
She reaches behind her neck, the whisper of silk sliding off her shoulders, causing my pulse to spike. Her dress pools at her waist before she pushes it away completely, leaving her in a matching black lace set that hugs every curve.
My lungs literally stop working.
The lace frames her tits perfectly, giving me a peek of the shimmering rods beneath the warm glow of the bedroom light. The delicate straps vanish into the ink covering her skin. Every tattoo I’ve caught glimpses of is suddenly right there, on display, mine to take in.
I’m fucking starving for her.
“Jesus Christ,” I rasp, my head pressing back into the pillow. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Her fingers hook into the sides of her panties, but she doesn’t take them off. She just pulls them to the side, a flash of her wet pussy between her thighs making me groan.
She straddles me again, her knees bracketing my hips, and lowers herself until the head of my cock catches against her entrance.
“Holy fuck,” I grit, canting my hips forward to get more of her, to feel all of her wrapped around me.
She sinks down just enough to drive me wild, then rocksback, her slick coating me as she grinds slowly, letting the head of my cock slide in and out, in and out, like she’s teasing herself as much as me.
My head drops back, eyes squeezing shut, jaw tight. “You’re killing me, baby.”
She leans in, her breath ghosting over my lips. “Good.”
I groan, struggling against the tape. “You feel so fucking tight—goddamn, Amelia, I could come from this alone.”
Her hips roll again, sinking down just far enough to make my toes curl, then pulling back to the tip, her slick dragging over me in a way that makes my abs lock.
“You like that?” she teases, her nails tracing the muscles of my stomach.
“Amelia, give me more. You’re—fuck—you’re perfect.”
She does it again as her eyes lock on mine. My hips jerk up involuntarily, chasing her heat, desperate for more.
“Please,” I rasp, my voice breaking. “Let me all the way in. Let me feel you, baby.”
She holds me there at the edge for what feels like an eternity, rocking only on the head of my cock, making my muscles quake with restraint.
“Amelia,” I groan, my voice already wrecked. “Please?—”
She lowers herself slowly, inch by inch, and I swear my vision goes white at the edges. Her pussy stretches as she lowers herself onto me, every millimeter of her tight, wet heat claiming me until I’m buried to the hilt.
My head thumps against the pillow, and I drag in a ragged breath.
“Jesus fuck,” I pant, staring up at her like she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered. “I’ve been losin’ my mind over you. I’ve thought about this a thousand times, but nothing—fuck—nothing compares. Tell me you want me again.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischievous delight. “I want you, Maverick.”
“Holy shit—Amelia—” My voice cracks, useless against the way she rolls her hips, dragging me deeper, pulling sounds out of me I didn’t even know I could make.
Her hand slides up, curling around my throat.
Fuck.
My head kicks back into the pillow, a guttural groan tearing out of my chest. “Oh fuck yes. Do it, baby. Take me out. Make me yours.”
Her grip tightens just enough, fingers firm against my pulse, and I swear I’d die like this if she asked me to. My chest heaves, air rasping through my throat, and every drag of her cunt over my cock makes me see stars.
