She squeezes her eyes shut and presses her cheek into my palm. “I hate that you pushed us apart. That you loved me so much that you gave me away.”
“I had to. I didn’t want to let you down, to hold you back when you had a huge opportunity in front of you. I did what I thought was best for you.”
“You’re what’s best for me, Aaron.” Her fingers caress my skin, her thumbs kneading my muscles, but those words tend to my aching heart. “Promise you’ll never lie to me like that again. That you’ll never put us through something like that again.”
“I promise,” I answer.
Nodding, she removes her hands from my body, and I feel the loss immediately, but before I complain, she starts removing her clothes. She unties the wrap of her dress and it parts open, revealing a black lace bra, her breasts ample and heavy in the cups. Fuck, I’ve forgotten how perfect she is.
She takes her time and pulls down her leggings. She pushes them to the side, leaving her in a bra and matching black thong. Her curves are endless, her hips swell at just the right height for me to grab, her breasts ache to be free of her bra, and her chestnut hair drapes over her delicate shoulders. She’s a fucking vision, and I can’t stop myself from staring. She’s everything I remember and so much more.
Three years not only changed me but changed her as well. She’s fuller in places, her flat stomach is accentuated by her hips, and her toned legs look stronger than ever, like they’re ready to grip me when I bury myself deep inside her.
I run my hand over my mouth as I stare at her in disbelief. “You’re so goddamn sexy, Amelia. Always have been.” I bring her close to me, my hand on her lower back, my fingers tracing the top of her thong. “You have no idea what you do to me, how you make me feel. Being able to hold you again—a fucking dream come true.” I slip my hand under the fabric of her thong and splay my hand over her ass, giving it a light squeeze. Her breath hitches, and her mouth slightly parts. “Your reaction to my touch, the look in your eyes when you memorize every contour of my body makes me so goddamn hard.” I move my hand a little, cupping her ass in my palm, digging my fingers into her skin. “I’ve missed this, I’ve missed this so fucking much, being able to have my hands on you, to be able to feel the goosebumps over your skin when I talk about what you do to me. It was my constant dream.” I lean forward and kiss her neck, her jaw, and her ear. “And now it’s my reality. I can’t decide what I want more, to taste your sweet pussy, reminding myself how much I love having you come apart on my tongue, or driving my cock so deep inside you that neither of us can catch our breath.” I bite down on her earlobe, moving my hands up her back to her bra where my fingers play with the clasp. “I think I’ll do both.”
I snap her bra open, lift it, pull the straps down, and watch it drop to the ground. Shit. She’s so beautiful, and I’m so fucking in love with her.
“Sit on the bed,” I say, a little demanding, but with a hint of love in my voice.
The surprised look on her face doesn’t escape me. She should be surprised. I’m a different man now. Our sex was always phenomenal, the best I’ve ever had, but over the past three years, I’ve become more demanding, and I wonder if it was because I was always chasing the high we felt when we were together. Now, I don’t know how to act any other way.
From the way she sits on the bed, I guess she doesn’t mind.
I tip her chin up with my index finger. “You’re so beautiful, Amelia, so goddamn sexy. Feel me, feel how fucking hard you make me.”
Cautious at first, she moves her hand up my thigh; her tentativeness makes my cock throb even harder for her touch. When she pauses at the zipper of my jeans, her fingers barely touching the fabric, I have to bite my cheek to keep from thrusting into her hand. I’ve waited so long for this moment, but I want to take my time.
Scooting forward on the bed, she brings her other hand to my jeans and starts to unbutton them. Christ, I want her to feel me, not strip me down, but I’m not stopping her, not with the confidence she shows. I wait as she slowly unbuttons my pants. She pulls down on the zipper, inch by inch until my burgeoning cock has more room to breathe.
Licking her lips, she looks at me briefly and pushes my jeans down, leaving me in my boxer briefs and a with very blatant hard-on. I step out of my jeans and push them to the side along with my socks that I quickly remove.
Placing her hands back on my thighs, her fingers inch toward my cock when I freeze her hands. “Don’t tease me, Amelia.”
She eyes me and says, “What do you want me to do then?” And fuck if my cock doesn’t leap forward.
“Grip me, through my briefs. Just feel what you do to me.”
Nodding, I release one of her hands and in one swift movement, she grabs my dick, and her eyes pop open in shock.
Looking at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, she moves her hand to the tip, and given the only thing between her hand and my cock is the thin fabric of my briefs, this just about kills me. Her fingers circle the swell of my cock, and before I can tell her to stop, she slips her hand inside and connects her palm to my sensitive skin, dragging it to the root of me.
I lurch forward and grab her shoulders. “Fuck,” I mumble, loving how this woman’s squeeze can bring me to my knees. In a deep voice, I whisper, “Let go and lie on the bed.”
I watch in fascination as her breasts spread across her chest, her pretty, dark-colored nipples poke up like little pebbles, enticing me to bring my mouth to them.
Catching my breath and trying to calm my raging hard-on, I step in front of her and hover, my hands gripping her shoulders. Her hair fans across my bed, her heady eyes wait for my next move. “Slide your thong off.”
With her eyes trained on mine, she moves her hands to her thong and wiggles it off. I feel her legs kick it to the side and pure joy rips through me knowing my woman is completely naked beneath me.
Running my nose along her jaw, trailing kisses in its wake, I speak to her softly as I pepper her with kisses. “This body is mine, Amelia.” My hand trails up her stomach, which contracts from my touch. “These lips”—I press my mouth against hers briefly—“are meant for my mouth.” I slowly roll her nipple between my fingers, causing her chest to hitch. “These nipples, these perfectly pebbled nipples, they were meant to be squeezed, plucked, and bit by me and only me.” I lower my mouth to her collarbone and lick and nibble. Her hand goes to my hair, her fingers twisting through my strands. Loving how she’s losing control, I grip her breasts and squeeze hard while I take one of her nipples into my mouth. She grips my head tightly and moans, her pelvis pushing against mine.
“Yes,” she drawls out. “Yes, Aaron.”
My name coming from her pliable lips . . . it’s my fucking dream.