I jerk my hips backwards and whine when he stands upright, losing his body pressed against mine.
My whine turns to a moan a moment later when he slides his cock between my legs. One hand grabs my ass as the other glides his tip into my entrance.
Then he enters me slowly. I press my lips together as the sensation of him filling me gets to be too much.
"Into the pillow," he commands. His hand pushes the back of my head, and then I'm down with my face in the soft pillow. "Bite the pillow."
At that moment, Amos thrusts into me and I cry out, the pillow muffling the sound.
Amos keeps a hand tangled in my hair while the other grabs my hips. My moans are muffled by the pillow as he moves back and forth until I'm full up with him. It's the best sensation, like nothing I've ever experienced.
I feel full. I feel complete.
For a few glorious moments, there's nothing else in the world apart from our bodies colliding.
Amos sucks in his teeth and pauses.
I look back over my shoulder. "Everything okay?"
"You feel so fucking good," he groans. "I'm going to lose it, and I don't want to do that. Not too soon. Not on your first time."
"It's okay," I whisper. "I want you to lose control."
He groans as I slide my hips back and he sinks deeper into me. He relinquishes control, and I move back and forth on his cock.
"Fuck," he rasps.
He leans forward and sinks deeper still. His hand slides around my body to grab my breast, and his palm grazes my nipple.
I cry out and push my head down into the pillow. It feels dirty and sexy and beautiful all at once.
Amos moves behind me, and with every thrust, my pleasure grows. His hand roves over my body from nipple to clit. His palm swirls around my clit, causing sensations to shoot through me.
Every thrust brings me closer to the edge until I'm falling—falling—falling right over.
My body tenses, then releases, and I cry out. I scream his name into the pillow, and it muffles my moans.
Amos tenses. He grabs my ass and pulls me hard against him.
A second wave of sensation crashes through me, and I convulse again and again at the same time as his body shakes. My vision blurs and happy tears spring from my eyes.
It seems like it takes minutes for my body to come down from the high it's been on.
Amos reaches around to my shoulders and gently pulls me up from the bed.
Only then do I realize I've slobbered all over the pillow. But I don't care.
"Fuck," I murmur with a tired smile.
He rolls me over, pulls the condom off, and wraps it in a tissue. Then he climbs onto the bed next to me and pulls me close.
We don't talk. I don't think I can.
I feel sleepy and content—but there's a niggle in the back of my mind.
I gave in to him. I gave in to myself. To the pleasure I wanted. And it was wonderful and I don't regret it. Yet is this really something I can do again?
Amos picks up my panties and T-shirt from the floor and hands them to me. He seems to know instinctively that I wouldn't want the kids to see us naked.
