“I get what you’re saying. You need to get something off your chest, something that could change everything, right?”
He nodded.
“That’s fine, but not tonight. Tell me tomorrow. Let’s just give ourselves one more night. One more night of just the two of us. Can we do that?” I asked, moving in to press my mouth to his.
Our lips met, and I could feel him holding back, but it didn’t take long before he was warming up to me. I felt him let go and give himself over. His tongue pushed into my mouth, dancing with mine. He pulled me closer. He kissed me harder, and after a moment, he kissed me faster. Both our bodies came alive as they always did when we were together.
He stepped forward and pressed me against the shower wall. His mouth stayed on mine as his hands began to tour my body. One large hand wrapped around my throat as the other dipped between my legs. Within minutes, he had me panting and ready to beg him for more, but I didn’t want to be selfish.
I didn’t know what he planned to tell me, but if he was right and it had changed things between us, I wanted to leave him with something: the memory of the perfect night together.
I spun us around until it was his back against the wall. Then I kissed my way down his neck and chest. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hand around his large cock. He looked down at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes as I stared up at him. Keeping my attention glued to his blazing green irises, I wet my lips before moving his tip to my mouth. He watched me take inch after inch into my mouth, causing his mouth to fall open as his breathing became heavier.
When I pushed him to the back of my throat, his eyes rolled back, and his head hit the shower wall. He let out a moan that made my toes tingle with excitement.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Baby.”
I moved him in and out of my mouth for a moment, watching his chest move up and down faster and faster the longer I stayed on my knees.
His hand moved to my hair, and he fisted it. “You have to stop before I come, baby. I’m going to fill that pretty mouth of yours.”
But I didn’t stop. I wanted to push him as close to the edge as I could.
His moan echoed off the glass shower walls.
“So fucking good. Fuck, Amelia.”
I loved hearing him say my name. It did something to me, and in that low, throaty growl of his? Lord…
His hips started to move to thrust into my mouth as he got lost in the moment.
“Goddamn, you suck dick like an angel, baby.”
With his hold on my hair, I couldn’t go anywhere, even if I tried. His hips moved faster and faster, pushing him deeper intomy throat. His breathing was louder, harder, and then he let out a grunt that settled in my lower stomach like an anchor.
He let his release go, and it went shooting down my throat. I tried to swallow, but it was nearly impossible with his cock buried so deep. I gagged and choked, but my convulsing muscles in my neck only tightened around him and made him come harder. He let out another deep growl as he emptied himself, his hips slowing to a stop.
His hold loosened on my hair. I pulled back and stood. He was leaning against the shower wall, breathless and weak. When I stood, his eyes found mine.
I didn’t know what to expect, what he’d say, what I should say, but I didn’t have to say anything because he lunged for me. He pulled me against him as his mouth slammed down on mine. He picked me up and turned off the shower. A second later, he was lying me on the bed, both of us soaking wet. He didn’t bother taking his place on top of me. He moved right in, burying his face between my thighs.
It was like zero to a hundred in a second flat. My legs closed around his head, and my back arched off the bed like my body was trying to get away from him.
He wrapped his hands around my thighs and pried them open.
“You’re not getting away, Crash. Not tonight.” He moved back in, sucking my clit into his hot mouth. His tongue was quick, and he flicked it across my nub over and over while his mouth continued sucking.
He pushed one finger inside of my pussy before pulling it out and inserting two, curling them in an upward motion, tickling something inside of me. I couldn’t hold still. I was wiggling, moaning, pushing him away while still trying to pull him closer. He pressed against my ass with a finger on his other hand, and I enjoyed the sensation, but then he kept pressing until I felt himslide inside. My hands fisted the blankets beneath me as I held myself down.
In all the years I’d been having sex, I had never gonetherebefore. Alex never tried for it, never asked, so I never offered. I had no idea what I’d been missing. It was about more than just the physical side of it. It was about an intimacy that I’d never shared with anyone before. It meant more because it was the first thing that I’d given him and no one else. He had a part of me that I’d never shared with anyone but him. And I liked knowing that he was the only one who had this part of me.
Of course, it added to my pleasure as well. His mouth on my clit, the fingers of his right hand curling inside of me while he thrusted a finger from his left hand into my ass was like the trifecta. It was overstimulating, overwhelming, but in the best way possible. I felt my release building, higher and higher, until I could no longer hold it back.
My orgasm went washing through me stronger than ever before. My toes curled, and my muscles tightened. My breathing stopped while my heart slammed against my chest. My body jerked and wiggled, and I cried and whimpered with each lashing of his tongue. I rode out every last wave until my body was tired, weak, and limp. Then he pulled back, flipped me over, and smacked me on the ass.
“Get on those knees, beautiful.”
I don’t remember actually doing so, but once my ass was in the air and I was waiting for him to thrust inside me, he surprised me by burying his face again, licking from my front, all the way to the back. Feeling the way his hot tongue teased the backdoor made my entire body quiver. While he was licking a place on me that had never been touched before that night, his fingers were strumming my clit like a skilled guitar player. Every muscle was quivering again as I rode wave after wave of the pleasure he kept delivering to me.
