I move to the other breast, giving it the equal attention it deserves. But on this nipple, I bite down hard. She screams in pleasure, her hips now rocking against mine.
I place a kiss of comfort on her nipple and move to her stomach where I slowly kiss her skin, lowering my head with every move. When I glance up, her eyes are shut, her cheeks are rosey pink, and her teeth are biting her lower lip.
I reach her pubic bone and stop my trail of kisses, pulling away from her, leaving a wave of cold, causing her to open her eyes and look at me.
“Wh-what’s wrong?” she asks, her eyes hazy from lust.
I place a kiss just above the juncture between her thighs. “This Amelia, this pussy, this perfectly sweet pussy, this is meant for me and only me.” The tension in her shoulders ease and she nods. “I want to hear it from you. I want you to tell me this pussy is mine, I’m the one who was made to lick, suck, and fuck this pussy. Tell me, Amelia.”
Her hands move over her breasts, and I watch in fascination as she slowly starts to pinch her nipples. A low growl pops out of me.
“Tell me,” I repeat.
Instead of answering right away, her hands move from her stomach to her already wet center, where she cups herself and starts to move her fingers. My mouth goes dry, my cock throbbing to the point of pain as I watch her finger herself in front of me.
“This pussy,” she whispers, her voice a little shy but her movements brazen, so out of character from the woman I used to know, “belongs to you, Aaron, and only you.”
A warm and pleasant hum warms my body. Amelia is claiming herself as mine.
“Mine,” I rumble, leaning forward to place kisses on her inner thigh. I remove her fingers and carefully place them in my mouth and suck on them. Her breath catches in her throat, and her legs fall farther apart. “So fucking good,” I whisper.
Draping her legs over my shoulders, I spread her lips, exposing her arousal. I stay still, letting the air hit her, watching in fascination at how much she’s affected by this, by me being so close.
“God, Aaron, touch me,” she moans, her hands gripping the comforter beneath her. “I want your mouth on me.”
“How bad?” I ask, lowering myself so my lips barely graze across her skin.
Almost as if she’s about to cry, she says, “So bad. So fucking bad, Aaron.”
Every time my name rolls off her mouth like that, like there is so much pressure building inside her she doesn’t know how to react, I nearly come.
Not being able to keep myself away any longer, I lower my head and press my tongue along her slit. She moans, her neck arching up and her tits shooting to the sky. Fuck, that’s sexy. Fuck, I need release. But it’s not my time yet, its Amelia’s.
Not moving too fast, wanting to slowly edge her out, I gently run my tongue up her slit not pushing too hard, only grazing her. When she wiggles beneath me, I move my hand to her stomach and press down, keeping her in place.
“More,” she pants. “Please Aaron, I want more.”
How can I deny her that?
Flattening out my tongue, I apply more pressure. Stroke after stroke, I harden my tongue, watching as Amelia grips the comforter tighter and tighter, her knuckles turning white.
“More?” I ask.
“God, yes,” she cries out.
“Are you throbbing, Amelia?”
“So hard, please don’t stop.”
Smiling, I press my tongue back on her slit and hold it there for a second before I dive in and press my tongue on her clit where I flick her rapidly, still holding her stomach down so she can’t buck up like she wants to.
“Fuck,” she breathes out. “Oh fuck.” Sweat coats her skin, her legs slip on my shoulders, her body shudders.
Gripping her ass and lifting it off the bed, I press even harder with my tongue, massaging her clit in the most delicious way possible.
“Oh God, yessss,” she moans as she comes on my tongue, her taste so sweet, so addictive. I lap her up, sucking her clit into my mouth, riding out her orgasm, not allowing her once to move her hips against my mouth, taking her pleasure entirely into my own hands.
I continue to flick her as she pulses, her head moving from side to side, her knuckles still white from her grip. Seeing she’s still very much on edge, I move my fingers inside her and start curving up, filling her while my tongue continues to move along her clit.
Her stomach falls and she shoots up on the bed to her elbows only to fall back onto the mattress. Her spine arches, her tits reaching for the sky, her moans coming at a rapid rate. She’s so damn vocal, so responsive, so sensitive. Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this so much.
Stroking, thrusting, sucking, nibbling, I take her higher and higher, her legs clamping onto my shoulders, her hands now gripping my hair, pulling.
“I can’t, I can’t,” she says on repeat, her features in disbelief.
“You can,” I say. “Let go, baby, just feel.”
I flatten my tongue and stroke her with long presses, matching the curve of my fingers with what my mouth is doing, bringing her to the edge.
“Oh my God,” she shouts just as her walls contract around my fingers, and I feel a fresh new wave of wetness on my tongue. I soak it all up, smoothing it over her arousal, once again riding out her orgasm, loving every second of it.
While she floats down from her orgasm, I snag my wallet from my pants and sheath myself with a condom. Rolling it on is painful as fuck since I’m so damn hard. I need to steady myself so I don’t immediately explode the minute I slip myself inside her.
Her eyes are heady, lazy, barely open. Her hair is fanned out on the bed, a little sweaty around her forehead and neck. And her nipples are still pebbled, begging for my touch once again.
“Watching you come like that, like you were about to cry from pleasure, fuck, it turns me on so much, Amelia.”
She glances at my cock, her eyes widening from my girth. It’s nothing new, she should be used to this. At least she should remember what it was like to be with me.
She scoots up on the bed and eyes me. “You’re bigger than I remember.” She bites her lip. “Will you go easy on me?”
“Always.” I crawl onto the bed and sit against the headboard so I’m propped up, my dick aching to be touched. Wiggling my finger at her, I say, “Come here, Amelia.”