She takes me hard when I increase the rhythm, right to the back of her throat. She lets me work her mouth with long, heated thrusts, and when she glances up at me, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes from the strain, saliva running from between her lips, I’m done.
“Fuck…” I grind, my way of a warning. I see that she doesn’t understand, and I try to pull away, but she grips my legs with both hands and holds me there, in her mouth. “Ami… Gonna… gonna come…”
She doesn’t respond, not with words, but she sucks me hard, jerking her head back and forth, taking me to the back of her throat over and over again.
I can’t hold back. My balls are on fire, my lungs are completely deflated, like someone took a pin and burst them. Every single muscle in my body is drawn up tight, ready to snap. My dick jerks as I start coming and there isn’t any pulling out or holding back now. I feel the climax in my damn toes as it travels up my legs and bursts in Ami’s mouth.
She swallows hard, and I jerk back, coating her tongue, letting her taste all of me, because I can’t fucking help it. I need to mark her like this. I need to give her this. I want her to taste me. All of me.
She swallows every single drop, then pulls back, releasing my dick with a popping suction sound that echoes through the room, and licks her lips while she looks up at me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “God I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I should have pulled out…”
“No.” She shakes her head. “No. I didn’t want you to. I wanted to taste you. I loved it. All of it. You were delicious.”
My cock is still hard, throbbing furiously. Even if it hadn’t been before, her words would have pumped that bastard up. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, right after the best blow job I’ve ever known.
“Need to return the favor,” I grind out, because I do. I need to taste her. Need to split her open and fuck my tongue up into her cunt. Need her writhing and moaning and coming all over my face. I need her riding my mouth, sitting on my face, need to flip her over after and eat her ass and make her come that way too.
“You already did,” she squeaks, her eyes widening comically, since they’re already like saucers in her head.
“I know, sweetheart, but that was just once. I want a repeat. I want you coming over and over again. Four, five, six times. And that’s before the fun even starts. Unless you don’t want to. In that case, I can just get my clothes, and we can talk.”
“No,” she says, too quickly. Her entire face flushes red, even in the darkness that’s fallen over the room now that the sun has set fully and not even the gray light seeps through the blinds. “I mean, I don’t want to talk. I’ve done enough of that for a lifetime.”
“Right. Bed it is.” I can’t help it. I give her orders, just to see if she’ll follow them. “I want your face down on the pillow, your pretty ass high in the air, your legs spread so that I can see all of that glistening cunt. I want you bared to me, spread so I can watch your arousal drip down your thighs before I lick it away. I want to see how wet and swollen sucking my cock made you.”
“Jesus,” she breathes.
Her lips part and sharp little pants escape. For a minute, I think she’s going to tell me no, and that would be okay too, because I’ll do anything and everything to her that she wants me to do, on her terms. All I want to do is bring her pleasure. The sweetest pleasure she’s ever known or will ever know, because she’s mine and she’s mine to please.
Her gaze sweeps over me and then her breath hitches and she moves. She walks over to the bed, her hips swaying gently. I groan inwardly. The rest of my body follows suit. Even my dick groans, because it wants to be buried to the hilt inside of her.
When Ami kneels on the bed and gently maneuvers her way to the pillows, I very nearly come all over her carpet. Because fuck. She does exactly as I told her to do. She rests her head on the pillow, her hands supporting herself, her shoulders down, round little ass in the air, and spreads her legs, exposing her swollen, pink, glistening cunt to me. And just like I thought, she’s soaked. Dewy drops bead in her folds and cream slicks down her thighs.
I wonder if I can make her come without even touching her. She’s ready. So ripe and swollen and ready.
I never could back down from a challenge.
Chapter 17
Ami
It’s amazing how on my knees, bared to him, in the most exposed position, I feel the most powerful. I feel… sexy. I feel awakened. I feel like a woman for the first time in my life. I know what I want. I want this. I want Gage. I want his mouth and his fingers and his cock. I want all of him filling all of me.
For once, I’m not afraid.
I’m not sitting back, ghosting through my own life, letting it pass me by. I’m participating. I’m actuallyliving.
My body vibrates, rattling with each breath, brimming over with lust.
The bed dips as Gage kneels behind me. It takes all my strength not to crane my neck around and stare at him. I feel his heat as he brushes up against my skin and goosebumps explode over my entire body.
“Where do you want to be touched, Ami?” he asks in that low growl that is so completely sexual it makes every single muscle in my stomach tighten like stone.
He runs his hand up my leg, starting at my knee, up, up to where I want him the most. I want to buck back into that hand, to swivel my hips and send him straight to the ache that’s throbbing between my legs. I bite down hard on my bottom lip instead, and let him trail his fingers over the sensitive skin at theinside of my thigh. His fingers slick through the wetness coating me there.
He lets out a raspy groan that raises the hairs on the back of my neck and leans in to press a hard kiss just above my knee. So far from where I really need him. Where I crave him and his mouth and his burning kisses.
