And I want to drown in her release.
Pulling away and looking down at me, she’s shaking and barely able to control the raggedness of her breathing. But she moves herself backward to straddle my waist and collapses against me.
My heart won’t quit its chaotic rhythm—not with Amelia sprawled, beautifully spent, across me. Her cheek lands against the center of my chest as she gathers her breath, softening my erratic pulse, little by little, just with the simple reassurance of her closeness.
Cupping her face and tilting her head upward so I can gauge the truth in her eyes, I ask, “Was it… okay?”
It’s an unnecessary question given the way she just came on my face, but it still tumbles from my lips, fueled by an overwhelming desire for reassurance that this night truly is the heaven on Earth she made it feel like.
Amelia lifts her head off my chest and offers a shy yet stunningly brilliant smile that renders my inquiry inconsequential. “Okay? Even amazing isn’t a good enough word to explain how good this was,” she whispers as she draws me in for another kiss. My heart soars at her enthusiastic approval. She strokes my cheek when she offers, “Let me make you feel amazing too.”
She moves to kiss my jaw, neck, chest—a tantalizingly slow, southbound trajectory. But I’m desperate for another kind of closeness. I need more from her. I want it all, even the things I can’t begin to grasp the nuances of quite yet.
Before she can fully pull away, my hands circle around her waist to still her. “I want more,” I confess. “More of everything… of… us.”
My heart hammers against my ribcage as I gaze into Amelia’s eyes, the weight of my words hanging between us. Her eyes soften, and she brushes a lock of hair off my forehead, her touch tender and reassuring. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
I nod, my grip on her waist tightening. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
It’s the truth.
Even if nothing is certain, my love for her is.
Her smile is like a sunrise, breaking through the last of my nerves. “I want more of us, too,” she murmurs, her hand reaching down between us to wrap around my length.
My breath catches as she guides me to her entrance, the heat of her on the tip of my cock almost undoing me before we’ve even begun, and there’s a tremor in my hands as I struggle to maintain control.
The fact that she’s willing to share this with me—even if I have no idea what I’m doing—is more than I could have ever hoped for.
“Let’s just… go slow,” I manage, fighting the overwhelming urge to thrust up into her. I need this to be good for her too.
Or at least not terrible.
“Okay,” she agrees, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly lowers herself onto me.
The sensation is indescribable—a tight, wet heat that envelops me completely. My hands instinctively slide down to grip her hips, and I feel her wince as she adjusts to the intrusion. She pauses, and sweat beads on my forehead from the effort of keeping still. The connection between us is electric, and I’m acutely aware of every small movement she makes.
“Are you okay?” I whisper when she doesn’t move.
I need to know that she’s all right, that I’m not causing her pain.
She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yes, it’s just… um… you’re big.”
“Too big?” I ask, worried about her and prepared to pull out.
But she just chuckles. “Not at all. It’s just a stretch.” I furrow my brows, and she leans down to peck my lips. “A very good one.”
She moves again, and there’s a brief moment of resistance, but then I’m sliding inside her to the hilt, the feeling so intense that I let out a low moan as she whimpers next to my ear.
“I love you,” she whispers before she sits up again and begins to move with her palms on my chest—small, tentative rocks of her hips that soon morph into a rhythm.
I let her set the pace, watching her face as she rides me. Her eyes are closed now, her lips parted in a silent moan.
I reach up to cup her breasts, then rub my thumbs over her nipples. She gasps, throwing her head back in pleasure. Her hair reaches my thighs and tickles me, not helping the least with the overstimulation.
Encouraged by her seemingly enjoying it as much as I am, I start to thrust up from under her, matching her rhythm. My eyes drift shut, and a low moan escapes my lips as I give myself over to the feeling of her surrounding me, and I find myself teetering on the edge much sooner than I’d like.
“Amelia, I—” The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m overcome by a rush of sensation.
