Once the twitching stopped, he moved her down his body, resting her on his hips. The shine to his lips made her already warm cheeks hotter, and he smiled lazily. “Beautiful.”
They stared at each other for what felt like forever. Realizing his dick strained against her ass, Amelia lifted to her knees to align herself with the head of his cock, but he stopped her.
“Not tonight.” He sat up, running his hand down her spine. “The first time I have you, I want to take my time, and we have an early morning tomorrow.”
Disappointment surged forward, accompanied by her insecurities.
“Don’t do that,” he said, forcing her to look at him. “I want nothing more than to bury myself in your perfect little cunt, but not tonight.” He kissed her softly and laid back. “Lift up.”
Confused, she did as he said, and he slid his hand under her, lifting his first three fingers. “Sit down, love.”
Understanding dawned on her, and she tentatively lowered herself. He focused on where their bodies would connect to guide his fingers inside.
A gasp caught in her throat as he filled her, and once fully seated, she rested her hands on his chest. Before she could say anything, he said one word.
“Ride.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She rolled her hips once, testing out the new position.
Rennick’s eyes trailed over every inch of her, like he couldn’t decide where to focus his attention. “Look how pretty you are riding my hand.” His gaze locked on where she moved against his palm. “So fucking beautiful.”
His fingers flicked in a steady rhythm inside her, making her dizzy as her senses zeroed in on the feeling. She didn’t know how long she rode his hand—it could have been seconds, minutes, or hours as the euphoria took over.
His free hand traced up her side to cup her breast, his thumb grazing over her nipple. He sat forward and hooked the same hand around her back to shift her body from his pelvis to his thighs.
With every roll of her hips, he thrust his large fingers harder. They filled her completely as his palm ground against her clit. “Your cunt can’t get enough.” He groaned. “My fingers are fucking soaked.” He thrust them harder, and she cried out. Hertits bounced with the harsh rhythm, but his eyes were on hers. “Hold on to my shoulders, love.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hand released the support from her back. It appeared before her mouth and he pushed his middle finger inside. On instinct, she sucked him in and swirled her tongue around.
He groaned again, extracted his finger from her mouth, and moved his hand to her ass. Her body tensed as the tip of his finger teased her back entrance, but he shushed her. “Relax, love. Keep riding and let me take care of you.”
She could only nod, but her movements slowed, afraid of the pain. The pressure of his finger remained gentle as it pushed in slowly. Her body resisted, but when his mouth found her neck, she moaned and writhed against him.
He hummed against her neck, and his finger slipped deeper inside. “Good girl. Hold on.”
What?
His hand, palming her ass with his finger pressed in her tight hole, squeezed her flesh and pushed her hips against his other hand buried in her pussy, creating a bruising pace.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. She didn’t know what to focus on—his tongue on her skin, her nipples scraping against his chest, his palm rubbing against her clit, his fingers flicking against the sensitive spot inside her pussy, or his finger filling her from behind.
The myriad of sensations overwhelmed her, and she tumbled over the edge. “Rennick.”
His cock hardened between them as he continued to move her body, and when she twitched with the last of her orgasm, he slowed down until she sat, breathing hard, in his lap, with his fingers still inside her.
His chest heaved in time with hers. “I could come from just watching you.”
She whined when he extracted his hands, and when he heldup the fingers covered in her cum, he rubbed them with his thumb.
She covered her face with her hands at the sight of her release stringing between his fingers. “Gods.”
“Embarrassed is the last thing you should be, love.” She lowered her hands to see a mischievous grin painted across his face. He stuck his glistening fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean, rolling his eyes back. “Fuck, I will never get enough of your taste.”
Unsure what to do, Amelia made to get up. “I need to clean myself.”
Large hands captured her hips, holding her in place. “Let me.” He gently placed her on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. “Spread for me.”
Her legs opened, and the warm cloth trailed over her skin until there was nothing left. He tossed the cloth back in the bathroom, picked her up, and laid back on the bed. “Straddle me.”
