He groans against my mouth, hips jerking up into me. “Fuck, baby. Keep movin’ like that and I’m done for.”
I smirk against his lips, rolling my hips again to hear that desperate sound tear out of him. “Thought quarterbacks had stamina.”
His laugh is broken, rough. “You’ll be the death of me. Best way to go out, though.”
His hands slide under my shirt, lifting it up, fingers grazing every inch of skin as if he’s memorizing it. When he pulls it over my head, his eyes turn molten, blue fading to dark.
“Fuck, Amelia.” He grabs my tits and squeezes, as histhumbs brush over the piercing beneath the lace of my bra. “You’re perfect. You hear me? Perfect.”
My throat tightens, his words hitting somewhere it shouldn’t. I kiss him again to hide it, harder this time, my tongue tangling with his. He moans into my mouth, rolling his hips up to meet mine.
Every movement is fire, every sound is unraveling me. My walls, my armor, all the sharp edges I’ve kept for years, he’s burning through them with nothing but touch and truth.
And for once, I don’t want to stop him.
His mouth is hot and insistent against mine, as his hands slide up my back as if he can’t touch enough of me at once. He shifts beneath me, rolling his hips until I’m gasping into his kiss, my body grinding down on him without thought.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back just enough to breathe, his lips brushing my jaw. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, Amelia. Every damn time.”
I bite my lip, pretending I’m unaffected even though my body’s already betraying me. “Pretty sure that’s just biology.”
He laughs, but it’s broken. His hands grip my hips tighter, pulling me against his thick, hard length straining in his shorts. “Biology doesn’t make me dream about you every night. Doesn’t make me wake up hard, wishing it was your mouth, your cunt, anything, just you.”
His blunt honesty makes my chest seize; heat rushes through me so fast that I can barely breathe.
His blue gaze finds mine, darker than I’ve ever seen it. “Sit on my face, dollface. Please. I’ll spend all night there if you let me.”
I freeze, every muscle in my body tightening. No one’s ever asked me that before, no one’s ever begged.
He grins at my expression, cocky but desperate, like he’s half-gone already. “C’mon, dollface, sit on my face, pretty please.”
A laugh bursts out of me, shaky and sharp. “Really?”
“Yeah, baby.” His voice is wrecked as he flips us in one fluid move, pressing me into the mattress with his weight. His mouth drags fire down my throat, every kiss a demand. “Let me taste you. Suffocate me between your thighs, I don’t fucking care—I need your pussy on my tongue.”
My heart stutters. My legs part without me even thinking about it, his hand sliding between them as his fingers brush over the front of my shorts. I suck in a sharp breath, arching into his touch.
He looks down at me then, his blonde hair falling into his eyes, expression raw. “Let me worship you, Amelia.” He says, trailing kisses down my jaw. “Let me make you forget everything but me.”
His hand slips under the waistband of my shorts, his fingers teasing and brushing over soaked lace. I gasp, clutching his shoulders as my nails dig into his inked skin.
“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he groans, dragging the pad of his finger along the damp seam. His eyes flick to mine, wicked and reverent all at once. “For me, huh? Say it, Amelia. Tell me this is for me.”
I bite back a sound, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “You really like hearing yourself talk, don’t you?”
His grin is wrecked, dangerous. “I like hearingyou.”
Before I can fire back, he’s tugging my shorts and panties down in one smooth pull, tossing them aside. I’m bare under his gaze, heat crawling up my neck, but he looks at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.
“Fuck, look at you,” he whispers, settling lower, his huge hands spreading my thighs apart. He presses his mouth to the inside of my knee, dragging slow, open-mouthed kisses down my thigh. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A whimper tears out of me when his lips hover over where I’m aching, so close I can feel the heat of him.
“Sit on my face,” he rasps again, gripping my hips, hauling me up toward him with shocking strength, until I’m straddling his chest, his shoulders wedged beneath my thighs. “C’mon, dollface. Let me drown in you.”
My body shudders, instinct screaming to retreat, but his blue eyes fix me in place, burning with need and something that’s almost devotion.
And then, without a word, he grabs hold of my ass and pulls me onto his mouth, his tongue tracing, licking, worshipping every inch of my clit.
