My eyes, though, they’re on her face. The way her teal eyes are alight with wonder and need, like twin pools of some exotic sea, private, warm, and inviting, and something so fucking special you never thought it’d make it off your bucket list.
“There’s so much I want to do with you.” She says the words quietly, more like a thought that was breathed aloud than something meant for my ears.
“I know exactly where I’m starting with you,” I tell her, not a trace of doubt in any bone in my body.
Taking the few steps to reach her bed, I lean forward to drop her backward, and she lets go, falling, arms splayed, and bouncing there. Watching the whole way, my eyes trail down to her breasts that are too perky and full to be natural, but I wouldn’t ask for them to be any other way. Like the little nose ring and the nipple ring, everything she adds to her body suits her perfectly, like she was always meant to look this way.
Wasting no time, I slip the tips of my fingers beneath her waistband and pull the bottoms right off of her, leaving her naked, fully on display for me, sprawled out on her bed. Small noises come from Amelia as I relish the moment, sparing a second to just take her in.
I’m not sure if what I’m doing would be considered grunting, growling, or maybe it’s more of a purr, like a wildcat who knows they’re about to enjoy their meal they’ve worked so hard for.
Dropping to my knees, I slide my arms under her thighs and hips, pulling her forward, exactly where I need her. She slides easily, tiny thing that she is. But she hums as I move her, her body slipping over the light comforter as I pull her to the edge.
This is where my preparation kicks in. All of my research these past nights, learning exactly what she likes.
It’s not that I wouldn’t like to take my time, enjoy every inch of her, get acquainted with all the secrets her body is hiding along the way. It’s purely because I only get one night with her and, fuck, do I have a lot planned, that I dive right in, with no other foreplay. Only because I don’t have the luxury of time.
“You have no idea how badly I need this,” is the only warning she gets.
My face crashes down against the cradle of her thighs, and I latch straight onto her clit. Lips suctioning, tongue flicking over the engorged bud, I’m ready for her instant reaction. My arms band tight around her hips and thighs as her back bows, her entire upper body coming off the bed as I suck on her clit.
She squirms, she damn near screams, she pulls back, but she doesn’t get away from me as my mouth works her just like that little mint colored toy she’s so fond of does.
Every motion she makes brings her tighter into my hold on her, closer to my mouth, my grip on her more sure the more she wriggles and bucks from the intensity. Gasping, her hips jerk, legs twitch, but Amelia can’t shake me as I continue pulsing and sucking on her, doing my best to liquify her entire body as I work her over.
I can feel her pussy flooding near my chin, dripping with how turned on she is, and she’s making these incomprehensible noises, almost in distress, whimpering like she needs help. But then she does this thing with her breathing, this staggered, sexy scale of a cry that tells me it’s not a complaint. That it might be out of her control, it might be overwhelming, an onslaught of pleasure she wasn’t expecting, she wasn’t prepared for, maybe even more than she thought she wanted, but she’s very definitely going to enjoy what’s happening to her right now.
I’ll help make sure of that.
The thing is, we’re both so wound up, so fucking hot for each other, I know she’s going to come so fucking fast this first time. I’d rather get that done and out of the way so I can have some fun with the next few.
So I keep her in position, arms locked around her so she can’t wriggle free. My mouth might as well be glued to her, for all her whimpers and attempts at bucking and moving her hips, my face hasn’t moved even a fraction of an inch.
Precision. Constancy. Unrelenting pleasure as I move my lips and tongue to emulate that clit sucker she’s been using for so long while thinking of me. I’ll give her something new to think of while she’s using it next time.
It’s fast, so fast, I’ve barely registered the sweet taste of her and stored it away for my own purposes when her legs start shaking. More than her legs, her hips, her entire midsection is practically vibrating with the approach of her orgasm as her whole body hums.
“Weston,” she calls my name, some sort of pleading, panting mess, and it’s never sounded so hot before.
My eyes flick up to hers, across the flat plane of her stomach, those incredible tits, I catch her eyes watching me, and my cock thickens even more at the look on her face. Disbelief, incredulity, rapture.
It’smethat’s making her look like that.
If my mouth weren’t so busy blowing her fucking mind, I’d use it in other ways to help push her over the edge.
I’d tell her,You look so fucking good on my tongue, darlin’.
I could tongue fuck you all day just to hear those noises.
You taste as good as you look, angel.
A dozen other lines running through my head that would have her coming for me.
But my mouthisbusy right now, so I let it do what it does best. I amp up the suction, matching one of the strongest levels on that toy I’ve been studying in my lonely nights.
Amelia’s jaw drops just a bit, eyes rounding, brows low and heavy, mouth forming an O as her pussy starts to give me one of its own. She watches as long as she can, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, the way she’s looking at me like she can’t believe what’s happening while I’m getting my first taste of her, her chest heaving, legs shaking as she struggles to take it.
The pleasure overtakes her entire system and it’s the purest thing. There’s nothing demure about it. She gives in fully, turning herself over to the sensations wracking her body as her eyes slam shut and she throws her head back, convulsing, riding out the waves as the release hits her.
