I flip the button out of its hole and pause.
She squirms again. “Please.”
“Are you aroused, Amelia?”
She pushes her pert ass back against my cock as if that’s answer enough. It’s not.
“Tell me.”
Amelia, in her defiance, remains silent. I fucking love it.
My hand falls from her breasts, and though she tries to stop the whimper nearly as soon as she lets it out, the sound echoes in the cave around us. I circle her body until I’m in front of her, and since she won’t look at me, I take a moment to memorize the sight of her. Gorgeous, tan, bare breasts rising and falling in tandem with her breathing. A slim waist covered by denim shorts I can’t wait to slide down her legs. Tendrils escaping her braid from the rain and humidity, framing her beautiful face.
Kneeling before her, I hook my thumbs around two loops in her shorts so I can drag them down her legs along with her bikini bottoms and expose her pussy. Her scent invades my senses, and I have half a mind to stop this torture and fuck her right here and now. I fight the urge, knowing I should take my time to keep her mind off the storm raging outside. If only she knew the storm raging within me.
When the material reaches her ankles, she silently steps out of them. Upon discarding her clothes, I bring my hands to her ankles and peer up, ready to fucking treasure every inch of her.
But I’m not prepared for the sight. Amelia’s vibrant, green eyes watch me through hooded lashes, her cheeks flushed, her lips plump and ripe and ready for more. More than ever, I want to worship her, and while I’m kneeling below her, it feels as if I must. Yet an animal instinct inside me warns that, if I take much longer, I’m going to go wild.
Not giving me a choice, she sinks to her knees, her hand coming between us and gripping my rock-hard erection. “Okay, Knox. You win. I’m aroused. Enticed. Whatever you want to call it. More than that, I’m impatient.”
It’s a sight I’ll never forget. Amelia on her knees, ready, hungry, lusting to suck my cock. But fuck me, my urgent need to get my own taste wages a fierce battle on the idea of those plump lips wrapped around me.
Big, round eyes gaze up at me, waiting.
Fucking hell. I want that pussy.
Now.
“Stand up, Amelia.”
“Knox,” she protests, but I hook one hand on the back of her head and haul her into me, our mouths crashing and my tongue taking her hostage with hungry urgency. One hand comes up to toy with her nipples, tweaking and twisting until she’s panting against my mouth.
This time when I pull away, her whimper is laced with frustration.
“Stand up. I want to taste that pussy before I fuck it.”
Amelia’s eyes flutter in rapid succession as she digests my words. I can tell when it registers. She slowly starts to rise, and I smile ’cause she’s such a fucking good girl, and now, I get to reward her.
I halt her ascent when her breasts, highlighted with pink, pebbled nipples, are in my line of sight. Leaning forward, I take one into my mouth, sucking, laving, licking, nibbling, before moving on to the next one. She braces herself with my shoulders, and even though I know it can’t be the most comfortable position for her, I indulge myself like the most ravenous man on the planet.
Right now? I am.
“Knox.”
My whispered name on her lips is octane thrown on an already white-hot inferno. Releasing her nipple, I raise my gaze to meet her eyes.
“Up.” She obeys at once.
I rest my hands on her slim hips while I pepper kisses along her stomach, making the sweetest damn journey to the juncture between her thighs. I lose myself in the soft, silkiness of her curls, relishing in the small, damp droplets of her glistening arousal. Her sharp intake of breath fills the silence when my tongue zeroes in on her slick, wet heat.
Over and over, I lap at her like a cat getting its fill of nature’s sweetest cream. But it’s when I get to the sweet spot, her clit, that she cries out, her hand coming to the top of my head, tangling into my hair and holding on for dear life. Or perhaps it’s for wicked-sweet release. I don’t even know if she’s aware she’s doing it. She grinds her hips, practically smashing her pussy in my face, and fuck me if it’s not the biggest fucking turn-on of my life.
With Amelia on the verge of climax, I’m torn. I want her to come on my tongue. I want her to fuck my face until she finds her pleasure. My cock, on the other hand, aches with pulsing need to dive into her moistened pussy and fuck her until we’re both senseless.
Amelia’s pussy wins out. How could it not? Just not yet…
The juice of her on my tongue, my lips, and my face overwhelms my senses. She tastes so damn good that I can’t get enough. Pretty sure I could bottle this sweet essence of her, sell it on the market, and never have to work again a day in my life.
Not that I’d ever fucking share this. Not now. Not ever.
The thought gives me momentary pause, but I push it to the back of my mind the best I can, getting back to my job at hand: mouth-fucking Amelia. While I grip her hips, my tongue ravages her clit, plunders her folds, and invades her entrance over and over again, reveling in the taste of her and then retreating just enough to drive her wild before diving back in for more.
I’m a starved madman with the knowledge that I will never, ever be able to give this up. Realizing that while face-deep in Amelia? Drives me even crazier, and now, my mouth isn’t enough.
It’s not enough just to taste her. I need to feel her.
Keeping one hand gripping her waist, I free my other to add friction to this pleasure. One finger pushes into her warm channel, then another, desperately seeking the impending release that will free me from the bounds of my own chains and let me fuck her.
Amelia stumbles slightly as my fingers piston in and out, my thumb sliding up and down, pressing her clit, circling it, flicking it, in a plethora of movements to keep her on her toes. One of her hands still fists my hair; the other joins my thumb on her clit. I smile against her pussy. She’s so fucking ready.
Her cries and moans create a beautiful symphony around us in the cave. She’s close. So god damned close. But my cock’s a bastard, and though a better man would let her reach that state of bliss right now, I’m not feeling all that charitable. Not when Amelia’s pressing her hips to my face, practically begging without saying the words. Not when her glorious pussy dampens in my mouth by the second, by the stroke, until her clit throbs. Certainly not when my cock swells and pulses to the point of pain with each taste, each touch, begging for its own sampling.
Amelia must read my mind. Her nails dig into my shoulder just as the walls of her pussy start to constrict around my fingers.
I retreat with haste, withdrawing my hand after one last plunge and my lips after one final graze of her clit.
Those nails dig even deeper into my flesh. Pain scores through me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. Not that I mind. If the world sees the way she scratched up my back, they’d know the truth I’m only now beginning to realize.
I’m hers.
Wholly. Undeniably. Irrevocably.
I’m fucked.
Green, hooded eyes watch me as I slowly rise to my feet until I tower over her. My thumb and my forefinger find the gentle cleft of her chin until our eyes lock.
“Knox,” she pants, practically begs, and Christ, she’s said my names numerous times during our foreplay, but it hasn’t ever sounded sweeter than this breathless whisper.