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“All the decisions? You don’t want us to do it together?”
I can tell by her tone that I’ve upset her.
“I would love to make the decisions together,” I assure her. “But I’d hate for you to compromise on the things you really want.”
I know how it went when she and Ethan built a house together. Ethan always got his way. I don’t know how much of that was because he didn’t care and how much was her going along because it was his parents’ land or just because she wanted to keep the peace, but I don’t want it to be like that between us. I want her to get the things that she wants.
“Compromising is normal when you’re in a relationship,” she says. “There’s nothing wrong with it. It doesn’t mean that I would love the house any less just because there’s parts of it that you wanted. If anything, it’s those parts that would make me love it more. It’s the combination of you and me that makes it a home.”
She’s right. If I want to make this place feel like home, a good home, it needs to be both of ours.
“Alright,” I say. “We’ll do it together. But you promise you’ll tell me what you want?”
“I promise to be very opinionated.”
“And Chase too. I want this to be our place. I want to make new memories here with you.”
A small, mischievous smile spreads on her face. “We don’t have to wait for the renovation for that.”
She goes up on her toes and kisses me. I kiss back, thinking she’s going for a quick peck, but her lips stay on mine and her tongue darts out. Now, I’m smiling as I go to deepen the kiss.
Amelia’s hand slides down from my neck, applying pressure as it travels down my chest. My cock jerks with excitement. And I’m hard as rock by the time she undoes my belt, opens my pants, and reaches in my underwear.
She wraps her small fingers around me, and I let out a growl. Nothing has ever felt more right than giving Amelia my body.
She rubs up and down my length. “This is what I want you to think about the next time you’re here.”
Then she goes down on her knees and the wires in my brain malfunction.
It’s not like we’ve never done this before. But it’s always been in bed, and always as part of foreplay.
But right now, I’m standing and leaning against a wall with the paint chipping off, she’s kneeling on a dirty floor, there’s a broken window across from me and a front door that can’t lock.
Anyone could see my car parked outside and decide to come in.
“You don’t have to do thi—”
But the words stick in my throat when she sucks my swollen tip into her burning mouth. I love watching Amelia’s mouth wrap around my cock, especially when her eyelids get heavy and she starts to make these little mewing noises like she’s never tasted anything better.
All my resistance completely falls away. I don’t care that the place is dirty anymore. I don’t care that anyone could walk in and see us like this. Let them watch the most beautiful show on earth.
I drag my fingers into her hair, massaging her head, letting her know how amazing it feels.
She opens wider, taking more of me in, using her hand to rub the base that she can’t get into her small mouth.
My cock responds to her every touch, and I can no longer stop my hips from thrusting as I tighten my grip on her hair.
She moans, and her eyes burn with heat. I know she’s getting just as turned on as I am. This is the part in our lovemaking when I pull out of her mouth, rip her pants off, and take her hard, showing her just how good she makes me feel. She always says that she loves how wild I get when she goes down on me.
But when I try to pull out now, she tightens her grip on my cock, the pressure feels incredible, almost painful, and she sucks harder.
I howl.
I pump my hips forward and I come. I try to pull away again, but Amelia holds on tight, taking everything I have to give, and not letting me go until she’s swallowed every drop.
When I’m completely done, she stands up. And while my brain is still reeling, she dresses me up, pulling up my underwear, closing my pants and tying my belt.
Then she gives me the most satisfied smile as she wipes the corner of her lip with her thumb.
