“Do you still want me?” I whisper, hoping we’re not in the same situation from days ago with reversed roles.
“I do,” she whispers, and my heart skips a beat.
“Thank fuck.”The words ride on a groan, something bittersweet.
Our lips meet, and the kiss is slow at first, tender, testing but quickly turns hungry and demanding. Every breath, every sigh, is charged with the tension we’ve been holding back.
Amelia’s fingers dig into my damp hair, pulling me closer, and I wrap my arms around her, pressing her tightly against me. The feel of her body against mine, the taste of her lips, it’s intoxicating.
I can hardly think, can hardly breathe. All I know is that I want more.
I trail my fingers down her back, feeling the damp fabric clinging to her skin, and then slide my hands under her waistband, caressing the tender skin of the top of her ass cheeks. She gasps into my mouth, her hips instinctively grinding against mine, and I have to stifle another groan.
We break apart for air, our foreheads resting against each other’s. Her breath is warm and ragged against my lips, her eyes dark and filled with desire.
I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the way she shivers under my touch. When my lips reach her chest, I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth through the fabric of her shirt, sucking gently.
Amelia moans softly, her hands gripping my shoulders. The sound sends a jolt through me, and I suck harder, feeling the fabric dampen even more against my tongue. Her back arches, pressing her chest closer to my mouth, and I switch to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.
Her breath comes in shallow gasps now, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continue my ministrations. Her heartbeat is fast and erratic, matching my own.
“You’re so damn beautiful. I want you so much,” I murmur against her chest, my breath heavy with need. Then I capture her lips again, this time more urgently. The rain outside, the cold, none of it matters anymore.
It’s just us.
“Show me,” she whispers against my mouth. “Show me how much.”
With those words, the last of my restraint snaps. I kiss her with everything I have, my hands gripping her hips as I guide her against me. Her nails scrape against my back, and the sensation is maddening.
I pour all my feelings into the kiss while my hands roam her body and find the hem of her shirt. With a questioning look that she answers with a nod, I slide my hands up her side, lifting it over her head.
Her skin is cool to the touch, and I take a moment to admire her beauty, the way she looks at me with trust and longing. “You’re perfect,” I whisper, running my hand up her stomach to between her breasts, memorizing every inch of her.
My fingers trace the curves of her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. Lowering my head again, my mouth finds her nipples once more. I suck and tease, feeling her body respond. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and I can feel her grinding against me, seeking relief.
“Please,” she breathes out, her voice desperate.
I pull her closer, my hand slipping down her stomach to under her waistband. “I’ve got you,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. “I’ll always have you.” Looking into her eyes, my fingers tease the edge of her underwear. “Is this okay?” I murmur, searching her gaze for any hesitation.
She nods, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes.”
I slide my hand inside her underwear, finding her already wet.
Goddamn.
She moans quietly, her head falling back as I begin to explore her, my fingers seeking out her most sensitive spots.
Pressing a finger against her clit, I circle it slowly, and she gasps, her hips bucking against the pressure of my hand. I smirk, feeling a surge of satisfaction at her response, my touch becoming more confident.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you,” I murmur against the side of her throat. Her laugh is breathy and turns into a moan when I slip a finger inside her, curling it to find that perfect spot.
“Misha…” She gasps, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand.
“For me, you are, isn’t that right? Admit it,” I command huskily.
“Y-yes,” she whispers quickly, the word coming out broken as her eyes find mine.
“Yeah? Mmm. Now, say it slower.”
