Just a Number(18)

I raise a leg beneath her to roll us over, but Amelia has other ideas, placing one of her hands on my chest and holding me down—okay, so she’s not using a lot of strength, but I grasp the idea behind the gesture. I’m not completely dense—even though most of the blood in my body is rushing in an entirely different direction than toward my brain right now.

“God, Amelia,” I murmur against her plump lips, pulling her hips forward again. The friction of my cock sliding between her slick folds drives me wild, and my eyes roll back as I revel in the sensation.

She moans, swiveling her hips counter-clockwise before lifting them and sliding her hand from my chest to between her legs. Her fingertips brush the tip of my erection, causing it to pulse with need, and I can’t take the anticipation anymore.

“I want you,” I tell her gruffly.

She hums, kissing her way along my jaw before raising her head to look me in the eye. “You have me.” Her hand surrounds my length, sliding over it with ease as she guides it toward her entrance. “I’m yours to do with what you please.”

Before she can ease herself down onto me, I lift her slightly. “Condom,” I whisper, my voice strained.

Amelia tucks her hair behind her ear again and nods. “Okay. Yeah.” She leans across me, her tit nearly grazing my nose, and reaches into her bedside table where she keeps what I kind of hope is an endless stash of prophylactics, because I don’t want to leave this apartment unless we absolutely have to.

Breathing heavily, she scoots down my body, coming to rest on my thighs as she positions the condom and rolls it down over my length. Once it’s in place, I sit up quickly, wrapping one arm around her and pulling her back toward me until we’re aligned again. Our eyes lock as Amelia slowly lowers herself onto me, and we both groan with satisfaction when we’re joined once more.

Home. It’s the only way I can describe how I feel when we’re together, so how can it possibly be as wrong as I keep thinking it is? It doesn’t even matter how we’re together; just being in her presence is the most natural thing in the world. Like breathing.

I draw one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it before grazing it with my teeth, and she mewls above me, her arms tightening around my shoulders to hold me in place. Her movements are slow and precise at first, using her legs to move up and down my length, and then she speeds up, her brow furrowing and her moans growing louder as she closes in on her orgasm. “Owen,” she pants, resting her head on mine, and I lift my face from her breast to crush my lips to hers, swallowing every sound that breezes past them.

Her legs begin to tremble on either side of me, and I assume she’s exhausted them, so I move to roll us over when she shakes her head. “Mmm…no,” she mumbles, pulling her lips from mine. “Lie back.”

Never one to say no to watching a beautiful woman ride me to climax, I do as she says. She adjusts her legs so she’s kneeling and places her hands on my chest, lowering herself to kiss me softly while she finds her new rhythm. This new position has me going slightly deeper inside of her, and I can feel my orgasm building as each one of my muscles tightens and my toes curl. I’m so close, and the need to come becomes the only thing on my mind.

I wrap my hands around her hips again and begin guiding her a little faster and harder against me, the new depth and level of friction pushing me even closer to the edge.

“Oh, god…” she moans. “Owen…I’m going to…”

Her ability to form a coherent sentence has been momentarily disabled, but, to be fair, so has mine. “Amelia,” I groan, lifting my hips off the bed slightly, meeting her thrust for thrust. “You feel…amazing…”

“You too.” Her body begins to tremble above me, and I know she’s struggling to hold her orgasm back. “Soooo good,” she moans slowly, one of her hands wrapping around my wrist and pulling it from her hip.

I’m confused at first, but as she guides it up her body and to her tit, I understand what she wants. I palm her tit—hard—putting a little more focus on her hardened nipple as she continues to ride me. Her moans fill the room, and she covers my hand with hers, squeezing her breast in tandem with me as she calls out my name over and over and over until her body begins to quiver through her orgasm. She’s so vocal, and not just the usual hums and moans that I’m used to from my ex. No, Amelia is loud and enthusiastic about what I’m capable of doing to her body.

She drags her free hand down my chest, curling her fingers until her nails scratch me lightly and leave red lines in their wake. The minute she reaches my stomach, I sit upright, moving my hand from her hip and into her hair as I kiss her almost desperately, chasing after my own release.