Page 78 of Dancing Around This


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Her hips buck under my hands. “Alex. Fuck.”

I devour her, savoring the way she responds. My cock aches, desperate to be inside her, but I don’t stop until she’s squirting and screaming my name. I almost come in my pants. Again.

She catches her breath as I move back up her body. “That’s never happened before,” she murmurs, turning a deep shade of pink that exceeds the flush of her climax.

“That was so sexy, baby.” I hate that she’s feeling even a little bit embarrassed. I cover her lips with mine, kissing her deep. “I fucking love the way you taste.”

She lifts her hips and rubs her bare pussy on my cock through my pants. Her hands pull at the buttons of my shirt. “I need you inside me, Alex. I want you naked, all of you.”

I stand and begin to remove my clothes, staring at her as I do so. She raises up on her elbows to watch me, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. I notice other flashes of ink and the scar on her leg, and promise myself I’ll fully explore herbody later. I’m going to learn every inch of her. Memorize it. Worship it.

My shirt hangs open, and when my hands move to unzip my pants, her gaze drops and stays there. My cock springs free and she licks her lips.

“You want my cock in your mouth, sunshine?” I step out of my pants and drop my shirt to the floor.

“Yes.” Her eyes don’t leave my hard dick as I bring my hand to it and give it a couple of pumps, pre-cum beading at the tip.

“What’s stopping you?”

She doesn’t speak, but she scoots down the bed and drops to her knees in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me to the back of her throat in one fluid motion. Groaning, I wrap her hair around my hand and fuck her mouth. And she lets me, humming around my cock as she fondles my balls. It isn’t long before I have pull back.She pouts as I hook my arms under hers and bring her back to the bed.

“I’m coming in your pussy.” I line my cock up with her entrance and sink halfway in with a moan before pulling most of the way out and then thrusting to the hilt. “I was going to make love to you, nice and slow, but fuck, I don’t think I can right now.”

“Don’t. I want it hard, Alex. Fuck me, please. We can make love later.” She arches her back as she says it, her eyes holding mine.

I do exactly that, setting a punishing pace that she meets thrust for thrust. Her nails dig into my back and her pussy clenches around me as she soaks my cock.

“Alex!”

Gritting my teeth, I hold back my own release by a thread. She gazes up at me, her lips slightly parted as she catches her breath.

I brush her hair off her forehead and lean down to kiss her. “Love the way your pussy feels when you come around me.”

She whimpers as I slip out, but I’m not done with her. I flip her over and pull her up onto her knees before sinking in again from behind with a groan. She pushes back, moaning as she takes me deeper. Gripping her hips, I pump in and out of her. When I know she’s close, I reach one hand around and pinch her clit.

“Oh, fuck! Holy shit!” she yells as she comes again.

This time, I grunt and follow her over the edge with an orgasm so strong it has my legs shaking. Still inside her, I fall sideways onto the mattress, taking her with me. I wrap my arm around her, holding her against me.

After resting for a few minutes, I kiss her shoulder and nuzzle her neck, making her giggle. “Let’s go shower, sunshine. Then you’re sleeping right here in my arms tonight.”

“Mmmm, this bed is pretty comfy,” she sasses.

Chuckling, I shift and then groan when my dick slips from her warmth. I pull her up off the bed with me and toward the bathroom. Starting the water, I check the temperature and see Amelia looking around. There’s a tub big enough for two people, and a glass shower that I think five people could fit in comfortably.

“I’m not saying the rooms downstairs aren’t nice, because they are, but this bathroom is what dreams are made of,” she says.

“Then you’ll love the one connected to my bedroom. But we’ll soak in that tub at least once before we leave,” I promise her.

“Yes, please.” She absent-mindedly rubs her hand over her left thigh.

“How’s your leg?”

“It’s really not terrible, but not going to PT for the last two weeks hasn’t done me any favors.”

“Promise me you’ll find someone next week, Amelia.”

She looks up from the tub, her eyes finding mine. “We’re doing this, right? You and me?”