Something I’ve never shared with anyone before.
“Love?” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I lean back, taking her face in my hands. Her damp hair clings to my fingers as I gaze into her eyes, which look somehow bigger without her glasses, seeing a reflection of my own emotions there.
“Yes,love,” I whisper, the admission both terrifying and liberating.
Without another word, I lean in to kiss her, a gentle, sweet kiss. Her lips are soft and taste faintly of mint. My thumbs caress her cheeks as I pour all my emotions into this kiss.
I love her.
Everything about her.
Amelia sighs, her breath mingling with mine as she melts into the kiss, and her fingers thread through my hair.
What started as sweet and gentle slowly transforms into something more intense when my cock reminds me that she is in my arms in only a towel. My hands slide down to her waist, pulling her closer as her lips part, inviting me in.
Our tongues meet, tentative at first, then with growing urgency. Amelia’s fingers tighten in my hair, a small moan escaping her throat. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I respond by pressing her against me, eliminating any remaining space between us, letting her feel how hard she already made me.
The kiss becomes a dance of lips, tongues, and wandering hands. My fingers slip under the hem of the towel at the back of her thigh, tracing patterns on the soft skin. She arches into me, her body molding perfectly against mine.
I lose myself in the sensation of her—the taste of her lips, the scent of her skin, the feel of her body pressed against me. Every nerve ending is on fire, alive.
I pull her back with me and break the kiss to sit down on the edge of the bed, with her standing between my legs and myhands coming to rest on the back of her thighs. I start to kiss her arm, savoring the silkiness of her skin against my lips.
“Grey,” she breathes out, her fingers threading through my hair again.
I’ve never been happier about wearing it long.
My mouth glides over her collarbone, teasing the sensitive skin with suction, knowing full well that it’s likely to leave a mark.
Mine.
“Wait,” she protests and attempts to pull me away. I relent, gazing up at her flushed face. “I slept with Misha.”
A chuckle escapes my lips. “I know.” Undeterred, I return to her other collarbone, eagerly kissing and sucking there as well.
She tries to pull me away a second time, but this time, I resist, biting on her tender flesh.
“And I-uh… kissed Oliver.”
“I know,” I murmur again against her skin before leaning back and guiding her onto my lap, well aware that my sweats are the only thing between her cunt and my straining cock. My hand reaches for her throat, making her gasp. “You’re ours.”
Her eyes go wide as I pull her to me and fuse our lips again. Without breaking the kiss, I shift backward on the bed, pulling her with me. She follows eagerly, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance, her thighs pressing against my hips as she settles her weight on me again. With my hands on her hips, I pull her down on me while I push my hips up into her.
So fucking hard.
“Fuck,” she breathes out against my lips.
I swallow her soft moan as my hands roam her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Amelia rocks against me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. My hand trails down to her ass, gripping it firmly, pressing her closer to my raging hard-on.
I reluctantly break the kiss to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone.
I need more.
“Can we take this off?” I ask, already pulling the seam of the towel down. She nods, and I suck in air as more of her pale silky skin is revealed. “That’s right…” I breathe out. The towel is quickly pushed off, showing me all of her freckled skin and perfect, small tits. “Oh, there she is. Look how fucking beautiful you are.”
“Grey.” My name is a plea on her lips.
