“An eternity.”
Despite a heated flush, goosebumps blanketed his skin as Amelia sat up again. Emory took a moment to marvel at the sight of her straddling him; the way the pale light played against her smooth skin and tenderness in the way she looked at him. Never had a woman ever looked so stunning on top of him.
Emory gripped her hips as she eased down his length, her head falling back with a gasp as she took as much of him inside as she could handle.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Emory moaned.
He already knew she would be tight, warm, and wet but hadn’t anticipated the feeling of completeness too. They were meant to be that way, to belong to one another. Amelia must’ve had the same thought. She nodded, though he hadn’t said anything, and Emory mirrored her.Yes, I’m yours.
One hand drifted from her hip, and he dipped two fingers into her mouth. Amelia needed no direction from him. With her eyes matched to his, she sucked as she rode his cock. It was a beautiful sight—her thighs trembling and lips stretched around his dick; his shaft slick with her cum; her nipples hard and hair a tousled mess.
The frenzy would start and couldn’t be tamed. Emory toppled her to the bed, his heart pounding as he slid back inside. It felt like slipping into silk. Amelia’s thighs clenched his hips and arms coiled around his neck. Their breath mingled with shallow pants, their lips hovering a moment away from a kiss.
Emory plunged his tongue into her mouth and, with each thrust, sunk deeper inside. Amelia unraveled like a knot, everything falling to ribbons around him. With her warm body beneath him, he didn’t know where to look or touch—her breasts that bounced with each thrust, her pussy wrapped around his cock and revealing her clit begging for a touch, her gorgeous face contorted in pleasure.
Emory spread her legs further apart, licked his fingers, andreached between them to swipe her clit. Amelia fell into the rhythm and gazed down to watch him fuck her. She loved that part. So did he. Emory feasted on the sight until his balls tightened, pressure growing at the root of his shaft.Not this. No, not yet.
He closed his eyes. It felt too fucking good. He wouldn’t last long. It’d be over before it really began, so he let himself rest deep inside her and covered over her mouth with his own. He indulged in her sweet kisses and the way she wove her fingers through his hair. The closeness swept him away, the moment where their hearts pounded against one another.
“I want you,” Amelia moaned with a smile and rocked her hips to take more of him in, a subtle demand to be fucked deeper.
Emory obliged until everything constricted and he felt he might snap. His arms coiled around the small of her back, and he buried his face against her neck.
“God, fuck me harder, Emory. I’m so close.”
Emory sat up, pinned her hips to the bed, and pounded into her mercilessly. Amelia cried out as she came, her body squeezing around his shaft. The sensation was all-consuming, enough to take him under, so he surrendered to it.
Emory let it wash over him as his cock pulsed inside her, enthralled at claiming her that way, feeling every inch of her tight around him. He came with a woozy rush. His body buzzed and limbs ached, and Amelia’s name escaped him in one heavy groan.
On his knees, his head fell back. Emory scrubbed his hands over his face and sent quiet breaths to the ceiling until the world stopped spinning. Delirious in the comedown, Emory pulled out of her and would’ve collapsed to the bed, but Amelia smiled up at him. He knew that smile. She wasn’t done with him yet and was well-practiced in all the delicious ways she could quite literally bring him to his knees.
She reached between her legs and kept his gaze as she traipsed her fingers through his cum. Emory didn’t know what she loved watching more—him fucking her or his cum soaking her pussy.She had his attention. Emory sat back on his heels as Amelia massaged her clit, her lips, her opening.
Enraptured at the sight, his chest heaved, and he stroked his cock until he was hard again. Amelia bundled two fingers and slipped them inside herself. She was drenched between the legs and reaching for him with her free hand.
“I need you,” Amelia sighed. Her small fingers clearly weren’t enough anymore, so she pouted about it. Poor baby would never be fucked this good again. He’d ruined her in that way and set the bar too high to reach.Good.
Emory took her hand from between her legs and guided it to her lips.
“Suck,” he rasped and laid down beside her.
Amelia did as she was told, sucking her fingers clean as he rolled her to her side and entered her from behind. He held her in his arms with one hand propped on her hip to keep her still. The other clamped over her mouth as he buried his cock deep inside, deeper than he’d been before.
“You’re such a good girl begging for it like this,” he panted. His lips crushed against her cheek and hand slipped to her neck. “Don’t you ever forget who owns this pussy.”
To prove it, he thrust hard until her breaths escaped her in a sharp gasp, almost a scream. His grip on her throat tightened. He demanded an answer.
“You do.” Amelia tensed and clutched his hand at her hip. “Fuck, you do!”
Emory grinned and rewarded her with the softness she craved. He kissed her cheek and slowed his speed, grinding in long strokes until only his tip remained inside her before plunging back in.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” he whispered and slipped his tongue into her mouth. “Look at me. I want to watch you come.”
Out of breath, Amelia nodded and kept his eyes through a heavy-lidded gaze. Her brows knit and lip quivered. A sweet moan caught in the back of her throat, and her pussy tightened around his shaft, the sensation more exquisite and mind-blowing than he could ever recall, as if her body was made for him.Mine.
He surrendered to it and came hard with his eyes locked on her. She collected the sight with a hand on his cheek and her lips brushing his for another kiss.
Emory never stayed long in the aftermath and not for lack of affection. It wasn’t his speed, but he lingered in it now just to marvel at their connection, the taste of her mouth, the heat of her body. The need to be closer, though, surprised even him. Emory rolled Amelia to her back and eased down on top of her.
