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“That’s right baby.” I slam into her. She screams, throwing her head back. “I’m all in baby.” She’s spreading her legs wider with each stroke.
“I love …” she whimpers in my ear. Holy fucking hell.
“What do you love Amelia?” I growl, fucking her harder. “Tell me what you love.”
“You …” she moans, arching her back, “being inside of me.” She’s pumping her hips in perfect harmony to my thrusts, grabbing my ass, and digging her nails in, pumping me deeper in her.
“Fuck,” I growl. I’m whimpering, sucking air in through my teeth. “I love this,” I hiss. “You’re mine Amelia.”
“All yours Quinton, only yours,” she screams, and wrapping her hands around the back of my head, she’s watching me thrusting into her. She’s whimpering, thrusting her hips hard into mine.
“Fuck Amelia,” I whisper. Our eyes are locked while supporting my upper body with my forearms and clasping her head. She grins, nibbling my biceps. We’re both whimpering and trying to breath. I look down at her body, her tits are bouncing beneath me. Damn they look good.
I suck her nipple between my lips, watching her arch her back in pleasure, sucking and swirling my tongue. She’s going nuts beneath my mouth, thrusting.
“Damn you feel good,” I growl, sitting back and putting her ankles on my shoulders.
She screams, clutching the pillows with each deep steady stroke. I open and close her legs some while pounding into her.
She heaves on the mattress below me, her hips riding up. She’s holding her breath. I grin, kissing her in a single-lip kiss. I lace her fingers with mine, dragging them above her head.
She’s moaning and whimpering, repositioning her legs around my hips. I stroke her deep, watching her; she’s loving it. I lean down sucking and flicking her nipple with my tongue. There it is, that sweet spot. I feel her tensing.
“That’s right baby, hold it and ride that come out.” I moan and whimper as I feel her tense. She’s flexing her legs open wider as I keep the pace.
“Quinton,” she screams, her breath hitches in her throat, her toes curl and she’s holding onto my hands for dear life. She’s quivering beneath my strokes.
“I feel your silk all around my cock. I love this,” I growl feeling her cinched muscles. “Fuck, you’re milking me!” Her sex is sucking me deeper and deeper. Damn I’m seething through my teeth, whimpering as I fill her with liquid heat.
I roll off, collapsing beside her. I look at her, she’s satisfied. My chest is heaving. My heart is about to fucking explode.
“Quinton,” she purrs, rubbing her face and squeezing her thighs tight. I grin hearing my name on those beautiful lips.
“I hate pulling out of you.” I raise the sheet. “Get over here sweetheart,” I tell her, holding my arm out for her to cuddle into.
I’m so damn relaxed coming down from my climatic high. She feels perfect laying her head on my chest, my fingers toying with her hair.
“Tell me something about yourself Quinton.” She sighs, trolling her fingertips across my stomach.
“You’re the only woman I’ve cuddled with after making love. Hell, you’re the only woman I’ve made love to.” She moans into my stomach. “Tell me something.”
“It’s very different being with you.”
“How so?”
“You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to make love to. It’s different with you … to desire your touch … to want you. Before it felt like an obligation.” I hesitate while playing with her hair as I think about what that means. “Tell me something.”
“That weekend we spent together at the inn, you completely enthralled me.” She kisses my stomach, as she strums her fingertips. “I had no choice, I had to have you. Your turn.”
“My feelings scare me … I’m falling in love with you.” I pause. Did I hear her correctly? “Your turn.”
“I’ve never been in love before.” I keep toying with her hair. “But being with you has my heart racing, my mind reeling about the possibility of marriage. Your turn.”
“I think I would like that,” she whispers. I feel a tear on my stomach. I clasp her head in my hands, stroking her hair. “Your turn.” She sniffles.
“I wish you had never married your husband.” She slowly strums her fingers across my stomach. “Your turn.”
AMELIA
