“You’re the one who said you wanted inside me,” she says, a slight blush creeping over her cheeks.
“I step into your house, there’s no going back, Amelia,” I warn.
“I know,” she breathes.
Placing a foot over the threshold, the place is different to Clare’s house. The place feels more than money, it feels like a home.
I close the door behind me and once the lock clicks over, I step in front of her, cupping the sides of her face in my hands.
“Last chance to send me away.”
She stares into my eyes, holding my gaze with such certainty, I’m not ready for it.
“Why would I do that whenIwant to know how you feel inside me?”
One breath. That’s all it takes for me to lift her so her legs wrap around my waist. Fuck getting myself off in the shower over her again, this shit is going to be a reality, time after time.
“You best tell me where your room is, or I’ll sink into you right here.”
“Upstairs. Last door on the right.”
It takes fucking forever to get to her room. Her shorts and panties are the first off and she rips her hoodie over her head, baring her perfectly small, fit right in my hand, tits.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” I ask admiring her body from the bottom of the bed.
“No. Are you?”
I shake my head. I don’t know if I’m glad or not. I don’t particularly have a thing for virgins, I don’t like how clingy they get when you take something special from them, but I’m not liking how much I hate knowing other guys have touched her, have seen her like this. I’m a year older than her and have been with plenty of girls but I’ve never been this nervous.
“Why are you just staring?” she asks, and I snap back to the here and now.
Dragging my hoodie up and over my head, I toss it behind me and unbuckle my belt. She moves onto her hands on knees, crawling toward me. She pops my jeans open, raising up to kiss me as she shoves my jeans and boxers down.
Sliding my tongue over hers, I take over ridding my jeans and step out of them as she takes hold of my dick. Lacing my fingers through her hair, I deepen the kiss as she works me good. Her nipples brush against my chest and I feel it in my balls. Grabbing her hand to stop her, I keep a hold of her and push her back, following her down onto the bed. Trailing my lips across her jawline, I run my tongue down and over her pert breasts, sucking her nipple into my mouth before finding my way back up to her lips. I slip my hand down between her legs and smirk against her mouth when I find her more than ready for me. She clenches around my fingers as I drive two inside her and I can only imagine how good she’s going to feel on my dick.
“You’re destroying me.”
“You’re keeping me waiting,” she whispers breathlessly.
Hovering above her, I skim her lips with mine, flicking my tongue across her top lip, she cups her soft hands on either side of my face and pulls me to her.
Lining up at her entrance, I inhale so fucking deep, I pray I don’t bust a nut on the first stroke. She’s one girl I don’t want to embarrass myself with. Thrusting inside her, she becomes thecentre of my fucking world. Fuck, she feels good. It’s more than rich pussy, she is more than anyone I’ve ever met before.
With every stroke I can feel her becoming mine. Bringing all sorts of shit out of me I didn’t know existed. Every moan escaping her soft plump lips, the deeper she digs her fingertips into my back, I need more. I want her marking me. I want her needing me so much she can’t fucking think straight.
I slow my myself, pulling out and driving into her as deep as I can physically get. Whether she gets it or not, feels it or not, this ass is mine.
Slamming my lips on hers, I succumb to her angelic pussy and lose myself. I empty my load and don’t regret a fucking thing. I’ve got the night to make her happy and I intend to make herrealhappy.
Rolling off of her, I crash beside her and take a look around her room. It’s nothing how I imagined it to be. Fuck knows what I was thinking. The walls are a soft green, and the furniture is all whites and greys. It’s neat and tidy. The only thing I expected is the huge TV up on the wall.
“Do you spend most of your time in here?” I ask.
“It depends if my dad’s home or not. When it’s just me and Catherine, I stay up here.”
“Who’s Catherine?”
“Our housekeeper.”
