Smirking, she straddles my lap, my erection in front of her heat, where I was just buried. Pressing my fingers into her hips, I move her forward so my cock is pressing against her pussy. “Rub yourself on me . . . slowly.” To help her understand, I guide her hips at first and once she gets the hang of it, I move my hands up her ribcage to her breasts where I palm each of them. Leaning forward, I take her mouth with mine, molding our lips together. She rocks back and forth on my cock, easily sliding over my length while I plunge my tongue in her mouth, stroking relentlessly, enjoying the feel of her mouth against mine, her breasts in my hands, her wet pussy rubbing against my hardened dick.
“God, yes,” she says, starting to move her hips a little faster now as I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. “Ah, yes.” She picks up her speed, gripping my shoulders for support. She breaks apart our kiss and looks at our connection, her hips shooting back and forth. She tenses on me, and I know that look, that sensation. She’s about to come and to hell if she’s going to do it without me being buried deep inside her.
I still her hips, and she protests with a squeak. “What are you . . . doing?” she asks, out of breath.
“I want you riding my cock when you come. I want to feel your pussy milk me while my name rolls off your tongue.” Reaching between us, I position my cock so she can lift up and take me in. “Ease yourself on me, take your time, baby.”
Looking at my cock, she eyes it for a second and then lifts up on her knees, her breasts brushing against my face. I can’t help it. I suck one into my mouth, biting her nipple. She hisses between her teeth and her forehead falls to my shoulder.
“Amelia, I need you to straddle me, baby. I need to feel your warmth.”
“Stop . . . distracting me then.” She takes a deep breath and lifts her head so we’re both staring into each other’s eyes. Those irises, they’ve lived in my dreams for three years, reminding me of everything I pushed away, but now, with her straddling my lap, those eyes convey nothing but love and lust, I can’t imagine anything more perfect.
Gently, I move my hand to the nape of her neck, pull her closer, and lightly kiss her lips. Soft, enticing, light, I move my lips across hers as she lowers herself onto my cock. The initial touch has me wanting to slam her down on top of me, but instead, I focus on kissing her, on enjoying the simple act of making out.
Inch by slow inch, she relaxes on top of me. When she bottoms out, I feel her wince and I pull away, cupping her cheeks, I ask, “Are you okay?”
She nods. “So full, Aaron. I’m so full right now.”
“I know, baby.” Her walls contract around my cock, and I hold back the slew of swear words that want to escape. Christ, I need to move. I need a bit of relief, something to ease the pressure building in my balls. “Rock on me, Amelia.”
She shakes her head. “If I move, I’ll come.”
That makes two of us.
“I need you to move, baby. So fucking hard right now. Need release.”
“I’ll come,” she repeats, her voice sounding almost like a cry.
“Then fucking come. Come all over my cock.”
Running my large hands up her small back, I pull her close and press my lips against hers, more demanding now, my tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth. It’s so erotic, the strokes of her tongue, the scrape of her nipples against my chest, the tight heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock.
I can’t hold back. I roll her so she’s underneath me and spread her legs far apart. The look on her face is pure innocence, pure shock, and it’s fucking hot.
I lean on my elbows, encasing her head, and bend to kiss her while I start to piston my hips in and out of her; my veins immediately start to spark, igniting my body.
“I love this, I love being inside of you. There’s no one else, Amelia, no one else I would rather be wrapped up in.”
She places her heels on my back, grinding into me with every thrust I give her. “Me either. This is what I want, Aaron. All I ever want. You, Aaron.”
“It’s just you and me, baby,” I groan, my voice turning horse with each passing thrust, with every contraction around my cock. “Fuck, just me . . . and . . . you.” I grind my teeth together.
“Yes, only us.” She swallows hard and digs her nails into my shoulders. “Oh God, Aaron. I’m going to come.”
“Fucking come, baby.” I squeeze my eyes shut, my balls tightening, my cock swelling inside Amelia, my body numbs, starting at the tips of my toes until it gets to my stomach, where it feels like I’m floating.
I’m going to come. Going to come harder than I ever have.
I ram my hips inside Amelia, and she screams my name, her fingers breaking my skin, sending shots of pleasure through me.
I’m so fucking there, higher and higher and higher until I expel a long breath as I shoot everything inside her. I groan, Amelia’s name coming from deep within me, while pleasure rips through me, splitting me in half in the best way possible.
Goddamn.
I collapse on top of Amelia for a second then roll off her and pull her into my chest. I know my size, and I don’t want to squash her.
“Oh my God,” she whispers while her hand instinctively goes to my chest. She takes a few breaths and then partially sits up, her hand on my chest propping her up. She studies me for a second. It’s always so good between us.”
“You meant what you said?” she asks hesitantly.
“That you’re mine?” If I had my way, I would be dropping to one knee right now, begging this woman to be mine forever, but I know I have to take baby steps. I hate that I have to take baby steps. I shouldn’t have to feel hesitant around her, and I hope that stops soon. “Yes, Amelia. You are mine. This is us, babe.”
“So we . . . are we a couple?” She’s nervous asking the question, and it makes me smile. Hell, if she only knew.
“Yeah. I want us, Amelia. More than anything. You should know that. But what about you? Is this our second chance? Our place where we start again?”
She thinks about her answer for a second, her silence shaking my confidence. “I want to give us another chance, Aaron.” It feels like there’s a “but” at the end of that sentence so I decide to help her.
“But . . .”
She shakes her head. “No but. I want to give us another chance.”
My heart stills, as a wave of pure euphoria washes over me. The alpha who controlled the bedroom quickly evaporates and in his place comes a very grateful and emotional man.
“You’re fucking serious?” My body tingles with the hope that what she says is true, that for a second time in my life, I’m being given the opportunity to hold her heart in my hands. I will never fuck this up. I know that now.
“Yes.” She nods, a smile spreads across her face right before she grows serious. “Just don’t hurt me again. I don’t think I could take it.”
Needing her to know my intentions, I push her on her back and cup her face while my thumb strokes her cheek. Staring down at her, trying to convey through my touch how much I love her, I say, “I won’t, Amelia. You have to know how much you mean to me, how much this second chance means to me. There is no way I would do anything to jeopardize it.” I press my lips against hers lightly and say, “I love you, Amelia, always have, never stopped, never will.”