She moans, the breathy sound vibrating beneath my skin until it reaches my growing erection. My hand continues to move between her legs, and she meets my every stroke with a thrust of her hips. My name falls past her lips, soft and airy, before she places her hands on the waist of my jeans and undoes them, pushing them over my hips until they fall down my legs and pool around my ankles. Her soft, talented hand slips behind the fabric of my boxers, her grip firm and working with purpose.
Unable to gain a full range of motion behind her jeans, I pull back, hook my fingers in her pants at the hips and tug them down. Unlike mine, Amelia’s jeans take a little effort to remove since they’re so damn tight—not that I’m complaining; they fit her body like a glove or a second skin, and I love looking at her ass in them.
With a laugh, she kicks her feet free of her shoes and jeans, moving her focus to ridding my body of my shirt. Her hands explore the planes of my chest while mine thread into the lengths of her hair and bring her lips back to mine. This kiss is less urgent, but just as passionate as I take her bottom lip between mine and trace my tongue over it. As we deepen the kiss, my hands slide down over Amelia’s arms, and I feel the goosebumps prickle up beneath the pads of my fingers as I move to ensnare her hips and palm her ass over her little black panties.
“Take me,” she pleads against my lips. “Right here.”
My urgency to make love to Amelia returns in an instant as I all but tear her panties from her body and push my boxers down. I grab her hips, pulling her forward as I slide my hands down until I’m gripping her ass firmly. She gasps when I pick her up quickly, and her tits bounce behind her black lace bra as I position her legs around me and enter her. We moan simultaneously as the sensation rolls through us, Amelia’s arms wrapping around my neck and pulling my face toward her neck. After a minute, our hips find a rhythm, and we work toward the mutual goal of our release. The sound of our skin slapping together as I increase my speed makes the pulse in my erection grow, and I soon find myself balancing along the precipice of my orgasm.
The volume of Amelia’s cries mount, jolted and bouncing off the walls of my condo, as I work to bring her to the edge I’m barely teetering on. “Owen,” she cries. “Oh, god, Owen.” Over and over again, she says my name, and I feel the hold on my climax beginning to waver.
Keeping one hand securely on her ass, my other climbs the soft curves of her body to her right breast. My fingers dip behind the lace, pulling the cup down and exposing the supple skin to me, and I palm it, manipulating her taut nipple and making her arch her back toward me.
“Oh!” she shouts, her fingers twisting almost painfully into my hair. This is all the encouragement I need, and I crush my lips to hers again as I continue to pinch and tweak her breast while thrusting into her manically.
I pray she’s close, because my vision starts to blur around the edges, and every square inch of my skin hums with the anticipation of climax. When I feel Amelia’s body tense against mine, I know she’s there, and I double my efforts, pushing my hips up into her and squeezing her breast a little harder. It doesn’t take long before her legs tighten and clench around me, and I finally let go.
My hips still after a minute, and I press my forehead to Amelia’s sternum as she runs her fingers lazily through my hair, from crown to nape. She continues to tease the hairs along my neck and groans, satisfied. Her legs trembling around me, I carefully withdraw from between them and lower her to the floor.
I smile, nodding toward the bedroom we still have yet to enter. “Come on, let’s take this to the bedroom.”
“Ready so soon?” she teases.
Chuckling, I take her by the hand and lead her to the room. “Give me a bit,” I reply. “I wanted to give you your present. It’s in there.”
She moans, following me through the door and sitting on the edge of my bed before flopping down on her back while I walk over to my tall dresser and grab the envelope that sits on top. “I’d be okay if what we just did in the hall was my present. That was fucking awesome.”
My pride swells—as does my cock—and I return to the bed. Looking down at her, I smile, admiring how her dark hair fans out around her head and her tits sit perfect and round on her chest.
“Then I guess I could always give these to someone else,” I tell her, not at all serious.
Amelia sits up quickly, and I find it hard to remove my eyes from her chest, even as she holds her hands out for the envelope. “Well, you’ve already gone to the trouble,” she tells me, her eyes wide and bright with curiosity.