“I’m not very—”
He cut me off. “You are exquisite.” There was no doubting the honesty in his voice. The awe as he stared at me. It made me brave.
“How about you ditch the clothes?” I said, tugging on his shirt.
Seconds later, he was naked too. His torso was long and taut, the muscles evident. His arms were wide, his biceps clearly defined. His cock jutted out, thick and perfect, the head swollen and purple, already dripping for me.
Without thinking, I fell to my knees, wrapping my hand around him. Velvet over steel. Hot and smooth. Pulsating and hard.
He shuddered as he looked down. “Amy, you don’t—”
It was my turn to cut him off. I licked at the head, then sucked him into my mouth.
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, resting his hand on the back of my head.
I licked and teased the crown, lapping at the length and sucking him as far in as I could. I paid attention to his noises—the low gasps, the grunts of pleasure, the hisses of delight. I gripped his ass and began sucking in earnest, hollowing out my cheeks and swallowing around him, taking even more of him in me.
He didn’t disappoint with his reactions. He cursed and begged. Pleaded for more, called my name, wrapped my hair in his hand, but he never forced me. His touch was restrained, but his hips rocked in a constant motion, picking up speed, his growls coming one after the other.
“You need to stop.”
“Jesus, I can’t—”
“Amy, yes. Fuck, yes.”
“I’m going—”
“Fuck, I can’t—”
And he fell. Loudly. Wildly, his hips moving of their own volition, his movements jerky and fast. He called my name, shivered and shook, and then finally stilled, his head hanging down over his chest, his breathing hard and erratic.
I let him slide from my mouth, moving my hands to his thighs and stroking the sparse hair-covered skin gently.
He sighed, a long, slow breath, and opened his eyes, meeting mine.
“Take the edge off?” I asked with a wink.
He bent and grabbed my elbows, dragging me up his torso. He kissed me deeply, holding me tight to his chest. He walked me back to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to the mattress.
“My turn,” he said with a smirk. “Hold tight. I’m about to blow your mind.”
CHAPTER SIX
SIMON
Jesus, she was beautiful. Slender, with rounded hips and a full ass that looked great in her pretty skirts. Her breasts were high and perky, not large, but molded to my hands perfectly. Her hair was wild and soft. The tattoo on her back and shoulder suited her so well. Wild flowers, ladybugs, and butterflies. She was all of that. Natural, sweet, and free.
And her mouth. Holy shit, her mouth. What she did to my cock blew my mind. And my load. I didn’t want to know how she learned to do that because it didn’t matter. She was here with me now, and that was where she was staying.
She lifted her arms over her head, causing her pink nipples to tip up, and they hardened under my gaze. I slowly ran my hands over her torso, cupping them, pinching and tweaking, then covering them with my mouth one at a time, sucking and licking until they were red and wet. I slipped my hand between her milky white thighs, groaning at the slick heat waiting for my touch. She gasped as I stroked her, kissing my way down her body, dropping caresses to her arms and hips, her delicate ankles and calves, then the backs of her knees as I dropped to mine in front of her, pushing her legs apart and dragging her to the edge of the mattress and close to my mouth.
She arched off the bed as I licked her center, groaning at her taste and the wetness of her. I learned what made her cry out, grasp the sheets, arch her hips closer, beg for more. I teased and licked, nibbled her clit and sucked it into my mouth, loving it with my tongue, drawing tight circles on the hard nub. I slid one finger, then two, inside her, pumping them slowly, feeling her muscles beginning to clench. I licked her harder, added a third finger, and she tightened, her voice a raspy wail as she came, flooding my mouth with her honey and gripping the back of my head, shaking and moaning her release.
I stood over her, pumping my already hard cock with my fist. I knelt on the mattress, hovering over her, then sinking inside, inch by inch, until we were flush. I wrapped her leg around my hip, staring down at her.
“You feel so incredible,” I praised her. “You were meant for me.”
“Oh God, Simon. Fuck me.”
“Yeah? You want it hard, baby? You gonna take everything I give you?”
I scooped her up, moving with her so she was higher on the bed. I gripped the headboard with one hand, her hip with the other, and I began to move. Long, powerful strokes. Pulling out, thrusting forward. Lifting her hips higher and changing the angle. In, out, pushing, pulling, feeling the tightness and warmth of her. Reveling in the way she clutched at my cock. Surrounded me with her wetness and need. She arched and moved, meeting my intensity with her own. Lifting her hand to clutch mine on the headboard, her nails digging into my skin. I fell forward, claiming her mouth as I kept moving. Fucking her harder, going even deeper. Swallowing her cries of passion, loving how she touched me everywhere. I felt another orgasm brewing in my balls, tightening up in pleasure. I broke from her mouth, cursing and saying her name, begging her to fall with me. I shouted as it hit me, ecstasy exploding, breaking my body into bits then piecing it back together. She cried out my name, holding me tight as she milked me, taking everything I gave her, shivering, whimpering, and moaning.
Until we were sated.
Until we were still.
Then in the aftermath, I lay in her arms, cocooned and at peace. Our sweat-soaked skin melded together, the heat slowly evaporating from the air around us. I searched blindly, finding the edge of the blanket and pulling it over us, easing her into a more comfortable position. I kissed her bare shoulder, then nuzzled her neck.
“Amazing,” I whispered. “You were utterly amazing.”
“Not too shabby yourself,” she replied, turning her head to kiss my forehead in an oddly sweet gesture. “That was beyond anything I could have dreamed.”
I tucked her closer. “I plan on making all those dreams come true. Now, sleep a bit. I need you rested.”
She snuggled in, and I loved how comfortable I was with her. How right this felt. I pressed another kiss to her head and let myself drift.
I was looking forward to waking up.
The room was silent when I woke, my bed empty. I sat up, looking around, relaxing when I spotted Amy’s clothes draped over the chair. I got up and dragged on a pair of sweats, then headed to the bathroom. I chuckled at my reflection. My hair was everywhere, my lips looked as if a beautiful woman had been kissing them, and I could see a love bite on my shoulder. Another by my nipple.
My little lover was a biter. She was also passionate, giving, and loud. I was good with all of that.
I wasn’t good with her being gone from my bed, though.
I finished and headed downstairs, following the dim light to the kitchen. Amy was at the island, sitting on one of the high stools. She wore my shirt I’d had on earlier, the sleeves rolled up, and she looked sexy in it. In front of her were the milk jug, an open loaf of bread, the butter dish, the peanut butter, and a jar of jam. A pile of discarded crusts were on the counter.