I’m sure she’d love to be kicking her legs, strangling me with them, wrapping them around me as she convulses and shakes, but she’s laying on them. They’re trapped, tucked beneath her, and there’s nothing she can do other than take exactly what my hands are giving her.
She thrashes, head tossing from side to side as she lets out a little scream that I’ll be replaying for alongtime to come, as her orgasm hits her full force. Her pussy must be clenching down on those fingerssodamn hard, and I watch the show, softening my ministrations on her clit but not stopping. Her gasps tell the story and I ride out the rhythm of her orgasm, pressing and controlling her fingers to milk every possible moment of this release for her.
I imagine what her fingers get to feel right now, those hot, wet walls clamping down, keeping them in place while hermuscles clench in a sensual cadence, fluttering against her own skin.
If only my fingers could be so lucky.
Her eyes blink back open, disbelief all over her face as she pulls her left hand back and withdraws her right from beneath my touch as well.
“Like I said,” I growl, “absolutely fuckingperfect.”
One foot touching the floor, I step back from the bed, allowing her to unfold and untangle herself at her own pace.
Her cheeks are heated, the flush running down her chest in splotches that show me how thorough of a job we did wrecking her without even letting me touch her properly tonight.
She lets out something like a whimper as she rights herself, legs coming back out slowly, probably numb and tingly after what we just put them through.
“Hang tight for a sec,” I tell her, finger in the air. “I’m gonna grab something to clean up with.”
Finger in front of my face, I notice it’s still slick with what made it from her hand to mine, and I take my chance.
Eyes on hers, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick, not wasting a drop of her juices.
Subtle but musky, there’s something in her taste, in her scent, that calls to me. Like I could lick at her all night and never have enough. It pulls a groan from somewhere deep in my throat.
“I hope you’re ready for tomorrow,” I tell her, voice husky with lust. “Once I start feasting on you, I might never stop.”
“Is that a promise, Boy Scout?” she asks, lips drawing up in a teasing smirk, even as she’s all soft and mussed after her orgasm.
“No, darlin’. That’s a warning,” I tell her with a wicked grin.
I’m back in moments with a large towel, wet and warm, boxer briefs back on to try to contain my perma-boner (patent pending, thanks to having seen Amelia naked and coming in mybed, under my hands), and I climb back onto the mattress to clean her up.
One last look at my handiwork before I do has me smiling wistfully.
“My new favorite piece of art,” I drawl. “You’re fucking priceless, darlin’. This is going to be on display in my mental art gallery forever.”
She smiles, shaking her head in some kind of wonder, and lays there as I wipe up her chest and body. It takes most of the towel to do the job, with how hard she made me come and what a mess we made after that, but eventually I get her cleaned up.
I pull the covers up and over her tiny body and bend down to give her a kiss on the forehead.
“Are you tucking me in?” she asks, surprised.
I give her a wink in the dimming moonlight and say, “I’m making sure you sleep tight, because tomorrow you’re not gettinganyrest.”
TWELVE
AMELIA
My last day in Smoky Heights is a beautiful one.
It’s like the universe knew I deserved a pretty sendoff from this place that brought me the brightest few weeks of my travels and it pulled some strings.
The skies turned from grays to light blues, the birds are out, and I would say spring is fully, finally here. The last vestiges of cold weather have disappeared and this early May day is straight out of a travel guide.
Vibrant yellow and orange blooms in the grass, white and pink blooms on the trees, and a mild breeze that feels comfortable instead of chilly for once.
I spent the earlier part of the afternoon working from Foamy Heights in my favorite nook in the front corner to hide away in while I fall into the programming language I sometimes seem to know better than English.
