“I want you to sit on my face,” I tell her, already lying back on the floor. “Now.”
Amelia’s eyes darken with desire. She strips her shirt over her head, tossing it aside before removing her skirt, as she moves above me. I position her, my hands gripping her thighs as she lowers herself.
“Turn around,” I command. “I want your mouth on me too.”
She shifts, facing my feet, and I hear her unzip my pants to free my cock. The first touch of her tongue sends a bolt of lightning through me. I groan against her wetness, pulling her hips down more firmly as my tongue explores her.
I feel her take me deeper, her mouth hot and demanding. My hands grip her ass, controlling her movements as Ifeast on her. The taste of her desire—sharp and sweet—fuels my own hunger.
“That’s it,” I mumble against her flesh. “Take all of me while I devour you.”
Her moans vibrate around my cock as she works me with her mouth and hand in perfect rhythm. I thrust my tongue deeper, feeling her thighs tremble on either side of my head.
The kitchen floor is hard beneath my back, but I barely notice the discomfort. All that matters is this primal connection—her taste, her scent, the wet heat of her mouth wrapped around me.
Her thighs begin to tremble against my face, her rhythm on my cock becoming erratic. I double my efforts, my tongue caressing her clit while my fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. The taste of her arousal floods my mouth as I push her toward the edge.
“Fuck, Gabe,” she gasps, pulling her mouth off me for a moment. “I’m going to?—”
I growl against her flesh, refusing to let her pull away. Her entire body tenses above me, and then she’s coming, her release flooding my mouth as I drink her in. Her cries echo through the kitchen as she squirts against my tongue, my hands holding her in place so I can taste every drop.
Her losing control tips me over the edge. As her mouth returns to my cock, I thrust upward and explode, shooting hot pulses down her throat as pleasure tears through me. She takes it all, swallowing around me, her throat contracting with each pulse.
When the last wave subsides, she collapses on top of me, both of us breathing hard.
“Fucking hell,” I pant, wiping my mouth with the backof my hand. “You taste better than any fine wine I’ve ever had.”
She laughs, rolling off me onto the kitchen floor. “And you come like a fucking fountain.”
I sit up, my cock still rigid despite my release. “Look at that. Still hard for you. Always hard for you.”
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight. “How is that even possible?”
“Sit on it. Fuck yourself on my cock. I want to see that perfect ass bounce while you take me.”
Amelia’s lips part, her chest still heaving. She moves slowly, deliberately, positioning herself in a reverse-cowgirl position.
“Like this?” she asks, looking over her shoulder with a wicked smile.
“Exactly like that.” I grab my cock, positioning myself at her entrance. “Now sit down and take what’s yours.”
Amelia lowers herself onto my cock, her back arching as she takes me inch by inch. The view of her ass descending onto me is fucking perfect—the curve of her spine, the way her hair falls across her shoulders.
“That’s it,” I growl as she begins to move. “Show me how much you want it.”
She rocks her hips, finding a rhythm that makes both of us groan. I grip her waist, guiding her movements but letting her control the pace. Her ass bounces against my thighs with each downward thrust, the slapping sound echoing through the kitchen.
I raise my hand and bring it down hard against her left cheek, watching the flesh redden instantly beneath my palm. She gasps, her inner walls clenching around me.
“You like that?” I ask, already knowing the answer as I strike her other cheek.
“Yes,” she moans, working herself faster on my cock.
I continue slapping her ass, alternating cheeks until both are flushed crimson. My free hand slides up her back, tangling in her hair to pull her head back slightly. The new angle makes her whimper.
“Gabe, fuck—it’s so deep.”
I release her hair, sliding my hand around to find her clit while my other hand moves higher, my thumb circling her asshole. Her rhythm falters momentarily as I press against that tight ring of muscle.
