My hands encircle her waist, and she rises onto her tiptoes to meet my lips. She whimpers as I only let her give me a gentle brush before I shake my head.
“Want up you here, baby,” I tell her.
My girl does exactly as she’s told, hopping into my arms and allowing me to lift her. As if we’re meant for this position, she effortlessly wraps her legs around my waist, the sultry heat of her entrance teasing the length of my shaft. She’s so fucking drenched, so fucking ready, and with one swift move, my cock comes into contact with her swollen bud then shifts down to nudge its way inside her tight depths.
Just like that. Like we’re meant to fit together this way. Like she’s made for me in a way I’m uncertain any other woman is.
Amelia wastes no time sinking onto me. She wraps her arms around my neck, her elbows resting on my shoulders, her hands on my head, her hips going mad with desire even as I try to hold her still with my cock buried to the hilt.
I’m torn between wanting this to be unhurried, slow, and tortuous, and needing to become the frenzied fucking animal that’s threatening to unleash inside me.
Amelia makes my mind up for me. Fingers tighten in my hair, yank my head back until I’m staring up into her fierce eyes, which flash with desire. “Fuck me, Knox. Fuck me now or I swear—”
The answering crash of my lips on her and the ensuing clash of our tongues drown out her order. It’s enough to make my girl go crazy. She lifts her hips, removing herself off my cock then slamming back down onto me with such force that I have to plant my feet. She’s wild, like a fucking bucking bronco, except in this case, all she wants to do is ride and I have no plans of throwing her off.
I don’t know if it’s Mother Nature, the force of the storm, or the power she’s given me—us—but this is unlike any time we’ve experienced before.
We’re two wild beasts with newly unleashed primal urges, and we can’t do anything other than fuck it out of our systems. Except the more we fuck, the more intoxicating our connection becomes. The more intense the need. The more electrified every single nerve ending in my body feels, and judging by the desperation in her actions, I know for Amelia it’s the same.
She retreats. I plunder.
She crashes down. I bear the brunt.
She’s lighting. I’m thunder. The unstoppable force of our collision generates an all-consuming storm that threatens to ravage us both until there’s nothing left to salvage. I don’t think either of us gives a damn.
And I fucking love every minute of it.
We collide, her forceful slam and my upward drive causing her to cry out at the urgency of our union. I could listen to her come on repeat for the rest of my life, but selfishly, I’m not damn ready for this to end. So, using the arm that’s now holding her steady under her ass, I keep her planted on my cock.
But my girl doesn’t like it one bit.
Her nails dig into the flesh on my neck, sending sharp, pleasurable sensations of pain running down the length of my back. Hell, I feel it in my cock, and when it twitches inside her, she gives me a naughty little grin that promises me there’s more where that came from.
Why did I ever tell this girl to put her claws away?
She wriggles her hips, starting to withdraw. Not ready to give this one up, I turn her and walk to the cavern wall. Then I press her back up to a flat spot. I capture her lips, devouring her, swallowing her moans and whimpers before I push back into her inch by agonizingly slow inch. I can practically feel the urgency coursing through her as she tries to move, but I hold her still.
But fuck me if colors don’t explode in my vision the second the base of my dick nestles into her, wholly enveloped in the hot, tight sheath of her pussy.
Never have I wanted anyone more.
Amelia’s hips try to circle. When she finds that resistance against the cave wall doesn’t allow her to move, she takes my lower lip between her teeth and bites just enough to get the message across.
I don’t care.
I’m buried so damn deep inside her, my cock aches to explode at any moment. Letting her move means my own retreat and I’m not fucking ready for that. We’ve done it hard and fast. We’ve done it soft and slow. But this? It’s unlike anything before and I want to savor every second of it, every feeling, every emotion, even if I’ll ignore them later. I want to capture every single detail in my memory so deep in my soul that, fifty years from now, I’ll still be able to think back on this day and recollect with vivid clarity.
My free hand brushes a strand of unleashed hair off her cheek. Our breaths mingle when my forehead meets hers. Green eyes, eyes I could get lost in, widen as my own search them. Whatever the fuck I’m looking for, I have no idea, but I have to know if this moment feels like more to her. Whatever that even means.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her eyes not leaving mine. She’s giving me this. This hesitation. This moment. This…fucking exaltation, even if she doesn’t know what it is.
Hell, I’m not sure if I even understand it.
And then my little impatient minx clenches her pussy and tightens around my shaft, fucking ready to milk me dry.
Amelia’s eyes remain innocent, as if she didn’t basically tell me to get the fuck on with it through her pussy, but then she tugs her lower lip between her teeth, holding back a laugh.
Fucking hell. She’s so damn lovable. So damn sexy. So damn feisty, and wet, and perfect, and everything I never fucking knew I wanted or needed, yet now, I’ll never know how I’ll let her go.
And fuck me, she’s so damn wet. So incredibly eager. And after experiencing my fingers and my tongue, she’s so fucking ready and so fucking done waiting.
Fortunately for both of us, so am I.
Knowing it’s time I stop torturing both of us, I withdraw from her with painstakingly reluctant ease. My cock misses her warmth even as I savor the feel of her, hot and tight around me with each miniscule withdraw until just the head of my cock remains inside. Amelia lets out a guttural moan against my mouth, and I relinquish the last little bit of control I’ve been holding on to.
Teeth clash as my mouth descends on hers, but it’s barely jarring enough to notice. Amelia holds tight this time, allowing me to drive up into her, impaling her on my cock hard, fast, and not stopping until I’m embedded so deep in her that I see stars. I scarcely give her time to adjust before pulling out then quickly slamming back in with such force that she gasps into my mouth.
Her brief hesitation allows my tongue to overpower hers, and we engage in a duel that, no matter the victor, we’ll both come out on the winning side. Over and over, my cock soars up into her depths, each thrust more powerful than the last, and my tongue reigns supreme in her mouth. Amelia seems to realize her hands are all the power she has, so instead of trying to win her dominance, she rakes her nails across the expanse of my shoulders, up my neck, and into my hair, where she tugs enough to send a pleasurable jolt of pain down my spine.
I’m too fucking gone to care. And I fucking love it.
She could slice me up head to toe, and until I come inside her, I wouldn’t object.
Lips feud. Tongues tangle. Cock meets hot, wet heat in thrust upon thrust.
The rhythm between the way I’m fucking both her mouth and her pussy threatens to send me over the edge all too damn soon.
Climax is inevitable the second I slide a hand between us and strum her clit with my thumb.