Before he could answer, Amelia took him in her mouth and sucked, her tongue swirling and hand stroking. Emory tensed beneath her, and another moan disappeared between her legs as he delved in again. The rush went to her head. Amelia sucked hard and tried to focus, but she lost her rhythm at the sensations tearing through her.
It didn’t matter. Emory seemed to like it sloppy and thrust into her mouth, grunting as he restrained himself. His thumb swiped her clit, but his tongue was relentless as it sunk inside her. Amelia steadied herself on her elbows, her body taut and trembling and composure quickly fading.
“Fuck, Emory,” she cried, blindsided by her release that came with an exquisite rush.
All the maddening tension they’d shared—the unbearable ache to be near him, to know him, to have him—unraveled in one dazzling moment as Amelia tumbled off of him. Face buried in her hands, she steadied herself for a breath.
“Oh my God,” Amelia muttered into her palms.
She could fucking cry and almost did. The embarrassment would’ve been too much to take, though, so Amelia pulled herselftogether with another shuddering breath. Emory laughed as he climbed on top of her, positively pleased with himself that he’d made her come so easily, and moved in for a kiss. Amelia could taste herself on him. She didn’t care about that, not with his body hot against her and his thick shaft resting heavy between her legs.
“Fuck, that was sexy,” he said and brushed the hair from her cheek. His gaze swept over her face, admiring her as he caught his breath.
Amelia held onto him and drew him down for another taste. His mouth was warm, the kiss tender. Falling fast, she needed him close but buried her face against his chest so he wouldn’t see.
“You’re shaking,” Emory said, ever attentive. Of course he’d notice how she trembled.
It wasn’t for some claim to chastity. Amelia was instead keenly aware of the sordid path she’d taken to end up naked in his arms. Accepting him into her body meant consummating more than just their relationship, but her place in his world.
“Do you want me to be gentle now?” he asked but seemed to already have the answer in hand.
“Maybe,” she replied with a shrug and didn’t know how to read his smile or the way he studied her as if seeing her for the first time.
Emory took her hand and threaded it in his, their palms pressed together. “You’re so beautiful, Amelia.”
He kissed her again, hotter and needier than before. Yes, he could be gentle, but the passion remained in how he devoured her lips with perfect understanding of the intimacy she craved.
“Do we need something?” he asked and rocked against her. His shaft glided between her pussy lips. Amelia sighed at the sensation and almost lost the question, forgetting it was hers to answer.
“I have an IUD,” she panted against his mouth as he ground against her clit still pulsing from her last orgasm.
“I wanna feel every inch of you,” he said. The tip of his cock rested at her opening. “Is that okay?”
Amelia reached between them and took his cock in hand. Fora man his size, he’d have no choice but to be gentle. Her stomach fluttered at the thought. She wanted him to make her whole as he filled her up, to feel him moving inside her, to be as close as they could.
“Tell me what you want.Everythingyou want,” Emory whispered, his breath bathing her skin and his lips soft at her neck.
Amelia squeezed his hand and wrapped her legs around his hips. “I want to watch how you fill me up.”
He kissed her pulse. “What else?”
“I want you to come inside me.”
“And?”
I want you to love me, not tear me apart.Amelia didn’t know how to ask if he knew how, so she dug her heels into his ass and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as if she’d given him all her wants. Emory lifted his head but something in him had changed.He knows.
Heart to heart and nose to nose, he kept her gaze as he pushed inside. “Fuck,” he sighed and let his head hang heavy. “Goddamn, I knew you’d feel good, but this…”
Emory stayed inside her for a moment, unmoving as they both marveled at the connection.
“You feel so good too,” Amelia said with a smile and drew him in.
She captured his lips in a kiss as he worked his way deeper. With each roll of his hips, the sharp sting gave way to a sweet ache between her legs. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan but abandoned the effort as he picked up his pace.
She let herself go at the sight of him, a strong man on top of her. Emory cupped her breasts, waist, thighs, anything he could get his hands on. Amelia swiveled her hips so he might feel every part of her from the inside out. That drove him to the brink. His chest heaved and legs stiffened. He was close, and so was she. Emory had found the sweetest spot and knew it too.
In one fluid movement, he hitched her legs over his shoulders and stared down at them joined together. Amelia propped herselfon her elbows to watch too. Her lips stretched around his cock, her clit swollen and aching for another touch.
