Fuck me! Yes, please sign me up for that.
“We don’t have time for that right now. Angel will be home soon, and I still want to have my cock inside of you.”
“I want that too.” I purr, surprising myself. I thought it was only something I read in books, not something real.
My body jostles up and down as he steps onto the landing at the top of the stairs.
A wave of flutters takes over in my stomach as I close my eyes, scraping my teeth across my bottom lip. My fingers ache to run along his bare skin.
Before I have a chance to process the multitude of emotions enveloping me at once, I feel my body being lowered as my feet touch the ground.
“I want to make love to you, Amberlee. Is that okay?”
I nod.
“Tsk, tsk, baby. I need words.” He runs his thumb along his lower lip as his eyes roam the length of my body.
My heart swarms with love that he wants to hear my approval of being with him, but right now, I don’t want that. I want him to take me and ravish me like the men in one of my romance books.
“Amberlee.” His voice is short and gruff as he raises his brow.
“Yes.” I relent, giving him the one word he so desperately needs to hear.
He takes hold of the hem of my shirt as memories of Saturday night in his room flood back. I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it off. I don’t hesitate, reaching behind me and unhooking my bra, letting the straps slip off my arm and fall to the floor.
“Take off the rest.” He orders, and I readily comply.
My eyes never leave him as he begins taking off his clothes until he’s standing before me, hand gripping his cock as he gazes intently at me.
He takes hold of my hand, leading me to the bed, before he sits down on, moving over to the center and lying down. “Climb on top of me. I want to eat your pussy while you ride my face.”
“I…I—” I stammer, but he cuts me off.
“Don’t fucking say those words. Now get on me. I’m dying to taste you.”
I climb on the bed, awkwardly making my way over to him. I swing a leg over his body so I’m straddling him, and inch closer to his face. My body’s on fire, but I’m so afraid of doing something wrong, of smothering him with my weight.
Once I’m centered over his face, I take hold of the headboard, gripping it to balance myself. “I’m not sure what to do.” My voice is shaky, full of apprehension, but not because I don’t want to do this.
“Just lower down and let me do the rest. Rocking your body back and forth will work too. I want you to come all over my face, then you’re going to ride my cock.”
His hands slip around my thighs and pull me down on him, my pussy colliding with his mouth. Jeremiah’s tongue twirls around my clit, sending the first waves of pleasure flooding through me.
My body takes over naturally as my hips begin to rock back and forth, his hands gripping me tightly as he takes me to the highest of highs. A fluttering takes over in my stomach, and my vision begins to darken as my orgasm takes over, and I press my pussy further into his face, not wanting the sensations to end. Any thought of being too heavy and crushing him long faded away.
Fuck me! I’ll never need to use a vibrator again, not when I have Jeremiah’s mouth.
I collapse against the headboard, a heaving mess. Jeremiah gives me a moment, his tongue trailing along my sensitive bud, with the lightest touch.
“Ride my cock, baby.” His voice vibrates against my center, and I moan.
I lift off his face and inch backward until I’m hovering over his cock. I take his shaft in my hand, pumping up and down as I imagine it being my mouth. Something I plan to do next time.
I lean over, kissing Jeremiah’s lips—ones that are still glistening with my release. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve experienced. Something definitely underwritten in books.
“Mmm, you taste good, don’t you, baby?” He laughs against my lips.
“I do. But now I’m going to ride you.” Somewhere between climbing on top of him and orgasming on his face, I’ve turned into a brazen woman.
