I groan, letting my head hit the door behind me with a light thud as she continues rubbing my cock. I’m finding it harder and harder—no, not just my cock—to remember what we’re talking about, but I manage, and I even manage to remember the reason. “Because the clinic hasn’t called back with the results of my tests.” This is probably the least sexy conversation I’ve ever had while a woman’s hand has been wrapped around my dick.
My eyes are still closed as I try to hold onto my self-control, but I can’t mistake the feeling of Amelia’s lips as she kisses the shaft of my erection once…twice…three times.
“Jesus…fuck…” I mumble, my hold on her shoulders clearly weakening with every second considering I can feel the warmth of her skin against my legs. Then, before I can tell her that everything is probably fine considering I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even slept with my skank of a wife, she stands up and takes me by both hands, leading me back toward her bed.
“Well,” she says coyly, sitting on the edge of her bed before moving herself to the center of it and letting her legs fall open. “I can assure you that you’ve got nothing to worry about with me…so you’re free to do whatever you want to this body.”
The caveman is back in control, and I rush to fill the spot between her legs, hooking my arms beneath her thighs and leveraging her until her glistening pussy is aligned with my face. Using one hand, I stroke her folds, parting them and leaning in. She moans above me, and I glance up from between her legs to see her head fall back onto the bed as she clutches the comforter in her fists. Unable to take my eyes off her, I slide my tongue between her slick folds and around her clit, making her legs tremble.
“Oh, god!” she cries out, her right leg flexing and threatening to kick straight out before she reins in the impulse.
The musky scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and I swipe my tongue over her flesh again, bathing it in the taste of her, and watching as she comes undone above me. The sounds she makes—soft sighs, loud cries, moans, and groans—makes my cock impossibly harder, and I can’t wait to be inside her to relieve us both of our mounting climaxes. Of course, I’d like to let her get one off before I do this, so I double my efforts, flicking my tongue over her clit while sliding two fingers into her and searching out that elusive spot that makes her crazy.
When she tightens around my fingers, and her cries are cut off as though they’re being strangled, I know her first orgasm has claimed her. I wait for it to ebb, kissing her inner thighs softly as her legs fall slack around me and her hands release the blankets from their death-grip, before inching my way up her body.
Her blue-gray eyes are hooded and shining with elation as she threads her fingers into my hair, pulling my face forward until her lips are pressed firmly to mine. Her tongue delves into my mouth, colliding and sliding over mine as she kisses me deeply. She releases a moan into the kiss, tightening her hold on my hair as she takes my bottom lip between hers and sucks gently before releasing it.
“God, Owen,” she pants breathlessly. “I can taste myself on your lips . . .”
“Do you like it?” I ask in a rough, unrecognizable voice. I don’t know where the question comes from, because dirty-talk isn’t something I ever really partake in, but it’s out there now, and the excited gleam in her eyes doesn’t make me regret it one fucking bit.
“I fucking love it,” she whispers, keeping her eyes locked with mine as she pulls me down for another torrid kiss.
Her hips move up off the bed, forcing my cock to slide between her legs until it brushes her entrance, and I have to fight the desire to thrust into her tight, wet heat. “Amelia, we…we need a…” Every upward thrust of her hips has me stammering for the remainder of my sentence, and I’m so glad that women are able to use their brains at the same time as their libidos, because men can’t—not ever—and she understands what I’m trying to say.
She twists her upper body away from me to grab a condom from her bedside table, and as soon as the rubber is in place, I reach above her and hold onto the edge of the bed as I drive my hips forward. I slowly bury myself inside of her, and she digs her heels into my ass in encouragement. While I want this to go on for much longer, the foreplay we’d engaged in has pushed me too close to the edge, and it doesn’t take much to send me over, my cock pulsing inside of her as she shifts her hips against me in an effort to chase down her own orgasm.
The final waves of ecstasy are lapping around me as she snakes her hand between our bodies, and it isn’t until I feel her hand move in slow precise circles against my pelvis and notice her eyebrows pull together that I realize she’s making up for what I failed to do for her a second time. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long before she joins me, and even though I’ve already finished, feeling her contract around me sends a fresh surge of arousal through my veins. As much as I would love for it to be, it’s not enough for round two—not yet, anyway—and I collapse beside Amelia, kissing her sweaty shoulder.