“You’re always so tense. Let me show you what she did.” I’m fucking tense right now for a very good reason.
And don’t think I don’t see what she’s doing. This is all part of her trickery. I’m not going to fall for it. I will take her little free massage and continue on with my night.
Leaning forward, she presses her fingers into my shoulders, and I immediately melt from her touch, her fingers working my muscles in a methodic way that has me forgetting everything. Including the promise I made Mr. Santos.
Her lips find my ear as she continues to work my muscles. “See, just like this,” she whispers, and she begins to rock on my lap. “Oh God, just like this.”
“Amelia,” I breathe out heavily. “Baby, you’re kind of killing me right now.”
“But it feels good. Doesn’t it feel good, Aaron?”
“Fuck.” I sigh while my jaw clenches tightly. Her ass feels so good on my lap. “It feels so fucking good.” I grip her side, my thumbs resting under her breasts that caress my fingers with every grind she makes.
“Touch me,” she whispers into my ear, sending chills shooting through my body.
“I said I wouldn’t.”
“I don’t care. I want you, Aaron.”
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My words catch in my throat as my hands travel to her breasts. I squeeze them tightly and the moan that comes out of her mouth shakes me to my core. Wanting just a small taste, a little one, I grab the front of her dress and pull it down, exposing her breasts to the cool night air. Immediately her nipples harden into little pebbles causing my mouth to water.
With both of my hands, I squeeze her ample breasts together and bring them to my mouth where I suck in one of her nipples.
“Yes,” she quietly whispers in my ear, her hips starting to really rock against my hardened length. “This is all I want. You. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Aaron.”
The feeling is mutual. This woman scooped me up from the hollowed life I was living and showed me what love really is. She showed me kindness, what it’s like to be cared for, and how it feels to be held by someone who would do anything for you.
She’s proven that good can happen in my life, and there is no way I’m letting that go, not for anything.
With her breasts filling my hands, I nibble on her nipple for a second before pulling away. I look into her eyes and say, “I love you, Amelia.”
Her eyes soften, and she presses her lips lightly against mine. “I love you, Aaron. Always.”
And then she pushes her dress all the way to her waist. She trails her hands to my jeans and starts to unbuckle my belt. My body ignites into a heated frenzy, and there’s no stopping it.
Like a fucking magician, I yank the tablecloth off the table, only knocking over one drink—I can clean that up later—and lay it on the grass behind the table. Thankfully the yard is not only fenced off, but lined by trees and bushes. The only thing we need to worry about is being quiet. That and I pray her dad didn’t forget something and comes back to find me buried balls deep in his daughter.
With the tablecloth somewhat in place, I hold on to Amelia and bend to the ground. I lay her beneath me, and watch as her eyes roam my body when I take off my shirt.
“All I wanted for our anniversary . . . you.”
I shake my head as my hands straddle her head, my muscles shaky from how much I want this woman. “You’re still in trouble, you know that, right? We’re supposed to be enjoying pizza right now.”
She pulls on the back of my neck, bringing me closer to her lips. “But this is so much more fun. Pizza can be reheated. I want to get lost in the now.”
Her lips part ever so slightly right before mine connect with hers. Soft and pliable, they move around mine, her tongue parting me, making me open my mouth, demanding more and I give it to her.
I move one of my hands to the hem of her dress and push it up. Spreading her legs, I maneuver my hand right above the juncture between her thighs. I hover there as she breathes heavily, waiting for my touch. I don’t give her what she wants. No, I tease her, letting her feel the heat of my hand.
“Aaron, please, I want you to touch me.”
“And I wanted you to put underwear on, so I guess we don’t always get what we want.” I smirk and continue to kiss her.
Did I mention she doesn’t play fair?
She never has.
And I hope she never does.
Reaching between us, she unzips my pants and sticks her hands beneath my briefs until she’s gripping my cock. She squeezes hard, and I nearly come right there. My head drops to her shoulder, my balls tightening faster than expected. She’s gripping so damn hard that my body tingles, begging for a quick release, but to hell if I’m going to let that happen.
Instead, I flip her so she’s forced to sit on top of me as I lie on the crinkled up tablecloth.
With surprise she looks at me, her breasts bouncing above me.
“Ride me, baby.”
An evil glint runs over her features right before she tears her dress over her head exposing her beautifully naked and smooth body to me.
I’m sorry, Mr. Santos. I gave it the old-college-boy try, but I’m about to fuck your daughter in your backyard. Please don’t hate me.
Wiggling down, she works her way to my feet where she strips me of my shoes and socks, followed by my jeans. She leaves my boxer briefs on, and I wonder what she has planned until she moves her mouth to my stomach and places soft kisses along the V of my hips. My cock springs forward with each gentle press of her heated mouth against my skin. It almost feels like she’s trying to melt me with her lips and tongue, and fuck, it’s working. I lie there, immobilized, my hands gripping the tablecloth beneath me, pleasure rocketing through my veins, causing my muscles to contract.
Kissing right above the elastic of my boxer briefs, she peeks at me and then releases my cock from its confines. I breathe heavily as her mouth hovers over the head, her lips so fucking close that a tickle of awareness shoots straight to my balls.
“I love you, Aaron, so much,” she says, her eyes hazy, lustful.
I cup her cheek. “I love you, Amelia,” as she takes the head of my cock in her mouth. “Fuck,” I quietly mumble as my hand goes to her hair and I stare at her, watching as her mouth slides up and down my shaft. One of her hands reaches between my thighs and starts to massage my balls carefully, shooting my upper half onto my elbows. Amelia’s suck becomes more forceful, more powerful, while her spare hand grips the root of my length and squeezes tightly.
“Shit, Amelia . . . baby, slow down.” My breathing becomes labored, my eyes wanting to roll in the back of my head from the way she makes me feel, from the way she expertly touches me. She knows me so well, the ins and outs of my pleasure, and she’s relentless in pursuing my pleasure.