"Alana, you bit your lip."
"I was trying not to make a noise."
He swipes his finger over my stinging lip, and blood comes away.
"Shit," he mutters.
There's a box of tissues by the bed and he grabs one, dabbing at my lip.
"You can't do that. Next time you have to let the sound out."
"Next time?" My eyes widen as he pushes between my legs.
My body feels floppy, but I know what I want. Now that he's awakened this desire in me, I can't stop. My hand reaches for his belt, and I pull his jeans over his muscular thighs. My fingers trail down, catching in the hair on his legs.
There's a new throbbing deep in my core that must be answered.
I pull his boxers down, and his large cock points straight at me.
"Fuck," I whisper.
My hands pause, wondering how I'm going to take him all in.
I glance up at Amos, and his eyes are dark with desire. "Don't worry, baby. You were made for me."
I stand up, wanting to feel his body pressed against mine. He pulls off his shirt, and I pull mine off. We're naked together for the first time.
I'm usually self-conscious about my body. But in the dim light, with his fingers trailing over my bare skin, I feel sexy.
He kisses my lips, then my neck, and moves slowly down to my breasts. He takes a nipple between his teeth and tugs, and I almost lose it again.
One hand cups my buttocks and the other swirls around my free breast, making my body writhe. I bump my hips against him, and his solid length slips in between my legs. He thrusts forward, and the sensation of his cock grazing my entrance has me gripping his arms.
"Fuck, Amos, I'm ready."
He crouches down and pulls his wallet out of his jeans. There's a condom tucked into one of the sleeves.
I don't ask questions. I'm just grateful he has one.
He slides it on, and a bubble of nervousness wraps around my stomach.
He kisses my arms and shoulder and nuzzles into my neck. "I'm going to look after you, Alana, but I want you to cry out. I want you to scream if you want to, so we're going to get you a pillow."
He grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and throws it down behind me.
"Turn around for me, baby."
I spin around and rest my knees on my bed, and he pushes me forward so my elbows fall to the bed and my ass is in the air.
His warm hand cups my buttocks, and his other hand reaches between my legs to stroke my aching pussy. I buck my hips, wanting more of his touch.
He runs a smooth palm around my buttocks. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs.
I've always thought I had a big ass. But with Amos holding it, I feel sexy and perfect and beautiful in his arms.
He leans forward and kisses my back, causing his stubble to scratch down my skin. I feel every ridge of his muscular torso against my back. His breath tickles my ear in a whisper.
"You're going to scream my name into that pillow when I fuck you."
