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“Sorry, babe,” I tell her. “Maybe we can ask at your next appointment.”
She pushes her head back into the pillow and huffs. “That's not until next week.”
“You'll survive.”
“I really won't.”
Chuckling, I go back to reading my chapter, when she hums. Before I can figure out what's going through her mind, she gets up and leaves the room. A part of me wonders if she's giving me the silent treatment to punish me, but she tried that a couple days ago and learned that it wasn't going to work.
I hear her rummaging through her room, and a few moments later, she comes back in holding something pink in her hand. When she gets closer, I realize it’s a vibrator. My brows furrow as I look at it.
“What are you doing?”
She looks over at me and smiles innocently. “Oh, you think you're the only one who can get me off. That's so cute.”
My gaze stays locked on her as she closes her eyes and runs her hand down her body, slowly stripping herself out of her shorts and pulling her tank-top up to reveal her perfect tits. I bite my lip as she lets out a breath
y moan the second her fingers toy with her nipple.
The grip on my book tightens, and it's all I can do not to touch her. I know what she's doing. And the worst part of it all, it's fucking working.
She slides her hand down to her panties and slips it right inside. Judging by the way she arches up against it, I know she's got pressure right on her clit, exactly where she likes it. Her breathing starts to quicken as her fingers rub all the right places. Then, she turns the vibrator on and starts to rub it on the outside of her panties.
Looking over at me, she sees me watching her and smirks.
Little fucking tease.
Just as she goes to slip the vibrator in, my book flies across the room and I grab her wrist, halting all movements.
“Let go of the fucking toy, Amelia,” I demand.
She does, and I immediately toss it to join the book on the floor. She watches me through hooded eyelids as I pull her panties down and kiss my way up the inside of her leg.
“I've never been so goddamn jealous of an inanimate object before.”
A small giggle mixes with her moan. “You're too possessive for your own good.”
I push myself up and grip her pussy with my whole hand. “This is mine. Your battery-operated boyfriend is going to have to fucking go.”
She arches up to grind into my hand, and I move my grip to her hips, holding them down.
“No, please,” she begs.
I gaze down at her, seeing how she's all desperate and needy for me, and I grin. “Patience, baby. You're not allowed to use your stomach muscles.”
She groans, but it quickly turns to a moan as I go back down and lick a stripe across her clit. Her whole body shivers, and it only motivates me to do it again. I release one side of her waist and slip two fingers inside of her as I suck on her clit.
Within seconds, she's a mewling mess who can't seem to formulate a single sentence. She tries to gain some friction against my mouth, but every time she moves, I threaten to stop. She lets out a whimper but obeys like the good girl she is.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” I murmur against her, knowing she loves the sound of my voice when I'm turned on. “One of these days, I'm going to have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nothing but you for a whole goddamn day.”
Her fingers lace into my hair, and instead of grinding up into me, she pulls me down harder. I can't help but smile as I lick and suck her until she's coming apart beneath me. Her whole body tightens, and I worry about her scar, but I help her through it anyway. What kind of orgasm would it be if I didn't let her ride it out?
I pull out a condom, and Amelia takes it right out of my hands. I make quick work of stripping out of my sweatpants while she rips it open. Her soft hands grab my cock and slip it on. It's been weeks since I've had her, and every minute has been torture, so even the simplest touch has me seeing fucking stars.
“Fuck me,” she pleads. “Don't be gentle.”
Everything in me hesitates. The last thing I should do is give her more than she can take right now. Hell, the doctor hasn't even cleared her to be doing any of this. But the look in her eyes makes it hard to turn her down. This is Amelia. My perfect, spitfire, will-make-you-eat-your-words Meelz. Anything she wants, she gets.
