Just a Number(134)

My fingers continue to knead the soft flesh of her tight little ass, and she cries out when I begin thrusting harder and faster, my pleasure amplifying. My vision starts to blur and every muscle in my body tenses, coiling tight and preparing to release. I’m seconds away from what promises to be the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had, and Amelia is announcing how close she is as well when I pull away from her body for a second time.

With another, more vocal, groan of displeasure, she turns to look at me. I only smile wickedly before sitting back on the couch, legs parted and arms draped along the back. She glances down to my lap, finding me still rock-hard and glistening, and I watch her expectantly. Not only do I want to watch her ride me to completion, but I need to be face to face with her when it happens, too. I crave the pleasure of watching her face as she comes undone.

Understanding flashes in her hooded eyes, and she slowly stands up and heads my way. After removing her skirt entirely, she lifts her right leg to straddle my lap. Amelia closes her eyes as I slip a hand between us and use it to guide my length into her. The instant she’s sitting flat against my thighs, I ensnare her hips and set our pace. Our mutual need is so intense that she attempts to move her hips faster, and I want to allow her the freedom to do this, but I also want to draw this out for just a little while longer. I succeed in holding her steady, forcing her to hold off on her own orgasm until I’m ready to come with her.

Leaning forward, Amelia rests her damp forehead against mine, opening her eyes slightly to find mine equally as hooded, and she licks her lips. “Baby, please,” she begs, slipping a hand between us and stroking herself. She inhales a shuddered breath as she continues to move her fingers in concise circles, and I—completely turned on by the sight and feel of her working her body into a sexual frenzy—grip her ass tightly, pulling her against me a little rougher and forcing her hand to press harder.

I feel it then—my orgasm. The waves wash over me, pulling me under as I press my forehead to Amelia’s sternum, bringing my right hand up to cup her breast as I pulse inside her. She cries out, freeing her hand from between us and placing it along my jaw, coaxing my lips to hers as she comes. I swallow her cries, my breathing deep, and my arms wind around her body to hold her against me as I collapse back into the couch. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. It’s not in time with mine at first, but eventually they both slow to a regular pace.

Amelia’s fingers trace the length of my arm and shoulder, her warm breath fanning across my skin. “Owen?” she speaks up.

“Hmm?”

“All that talk about babies… That was hypothetical, right? Or… Is that how you feel right now—in this moment?”

I inhale deeply, Amelia rising as my chest expands. “Completely hypothetical. For now. But the desire to have a family—with you—is very present in my every waking thought lately.”

I feel her smile against my skin. “I can’t say I really thought about it before now, but the idea is appealing…in the future.”

“As long as you were serious about being open to one day discussing it, then we don’t have to worry about it right now.”

An easy silence fills the room. Minutes pass before I urge Amelia to sit up, and when our eyes lock, she looks worried again. “I’m sorry for last night,” she says quietly. “And for this morning.”

Unable to let her shoulder all the blame anymore, I shake my head. “No, sweetheart, I’m sorry. What I did… God, I was such a fool.” I encase her face in my hands, stroking her cheekbones with my thumbs. “Of course I trust you. I didn’t mean to imply otherwise. My anger and confusion made me say those hurtful things, but I obviously don’t mean them. I can only hope you’ll forgive me.”

“Forgive you? Owen, there’s nothing to forgive.”

I sigh, taking her hands in mine. “You say that, but I still fear I’ve hurt you irreparably. It pains me to think I’ve driven a wedge between us after all we’ve been through to try and make this relationship work and be accepted.” I raise Amelia’s hand to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles.

“Owen, I love you,” she assures me.

“And I love you,” I tell her, my voice surprisingly low and gravelly. “And you weren’t entirely wrong when you accused me of overreacting last night. Or this morning. I should have known you would never abuse my trust, and to even accuse you of doing so was…an insult to our relationship. I shouldn’t have compared you to Gretchen.” I inhale deeply. “I want us to be okay.”