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“Hell no! The intensity is too much. Amazing,” she screams.
“Thank fucking god.” I pick up my thrusts again. She’s starting to scream again. I can feel her tensing and constricting. Oh fucking hell, she’s coming again. I deepen my thrusts, harder. Giving it to her how she obviously likes it. Her hips are matching my thrusts perfectly. I’m going to fucking blow my load in a minute. Her toes are starting to curl, she’s holding her breath. She’s feeling good. I grin as I keep working it. Fuck she’s working it like she does dancing. I’m about to die.
My perfect counterpart is writhing beneath me in throes of passion. I hear her scream, her body constricts and tightens around me.Fuck, her silk is covering me, she’s sucking me deeper and deeper. My heart is going to explode. I growl as I release all of me into her. The force! This time it doesn’t wash back over me. It fills her, our essences become one, we continue to move and groove on one another.
Amelia cradles my face. Her eyes are hot and wild, mystified as she’s still reeling from her climaxes. Her breathing is ragged and she’s gasping to get air. The sweat glistening down her face, over her brow, only makes her diamond sapphire eyes sparkle more.
Breathing hard, I cover her lips with mine. Her mouth is dry, but I can feel her getting wetter as I start dancing our tongues together. She moans, hugging her body into mine, deeper. She drops her head back in satisfaction.
We’re soaked with sweat. Her legs relax beside me. I continue to slowly stroke her insides, supporting my weight with my elbows and my knees; my hands cradling her head. She’s beautiful wrapped in the afterglow. Her arms are wrapped around my biceps, kissing them.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her silk feels fabulous. I’ve never blown my load in anyone. I’m going to stroke her until I can’t; the storm has calmed. Our mouths are loving on each other. Amelia’s the last woman I ever want to sleep with. This is it. She’s my home. My rock. My everything. Damn she’s perfect.
AMELIA
Mother of Jesus of all that is perfect. Quinton Starks is a sex god. I can’t believe it. I don’t ever want anyone else. He gets me.
Damn his face is super-hot right now—stroking deep—moaning in pleasure; his sexy forearms supporting his weight. I roll my face to the side, kissing them. I love him so much I hurt to feel it.
“I’m not ready for you to pull out,” I whisper. I close my eyes moaning. “You’re an amazing lover.”
“I know I am,” he whimpers. “Amelia, I don’t ever want to pull out. I could stay inside of you forever. Fuck, you feel good.”
“You sound incredibly sexy right now.” I lean up, kissing him in a single-lip kiss. I like when he sucks on my bottom lip, because it pleases him.
“Wrap your legs around me.” I do, holding tight around his neck and shoulders as he rolls us to his side. He adjusts his arm under me the way he does when we cuddle.
He nudges my nose with the tip of his as he closes the distances with an open-mouth kiss. I moan, he tastes so good. His tongue feels like heaven. He’s gliding and swaying with me in perfect harmony, still pumping; my hips flex in perfect rhythm. He feels wonderful. I’m in complete awe of him.
“You feel really good, Amelia from Amelia.” He grins, caressing my back, nibbling and kissing down my neck.
“So do you Mr. Starks,” I purr in his ear. “I never want this to end.” He laughs.
“Well, it will end for a brief period, sweetheart. I’ll revamp rather quickly and take you again, again, and again.”
"I hope you will.” I kiss his lips gently as he rolls on his back, rolling me with him into a cuddle. He’s finally flaccid.
I look at the clock. “That can’t be right … the time.”
He’s smirks. “And …”He’s so smug.I exhale, laying my head on his chest, rubbing my hands across his chest, and kissing his nipples.
“I like you doing that, kiss my nipples anytime.” He’s relaxed. “You’re tight, really tight!”
“Just me … nothing special.”
He laughs. “Well, you’re way wrong there sweetheart, you’re extremely special.”
I grin, kissing him. “Mmm, I love your lips. I’ve never been this relaxed before.” He chuckles with his eyes closed, stroking my arm. He’s going to sleep naked like a real man. That was something I always hated about Eric. He always had to have something on, like a child.
“Hey, are you falling asleep on me Mr. Starks?” He grins as he caresses my arm.
“No, I’m relaxed. You felt amazing. I want more. That was only one round sweetheart, I think you’re due another, don’t you?”
I laugh; he’s watching me. “You’re serious?”
“Honey, I can go all night. I probably should have told you, sex is my favorite pastime.” I laugh at his comment. “I’m serious, when I’m not busy working, it’s working out, sex, and dancing. I enjoy doing those things.”
“Oh, well you forgot your gin fixes,” I tease.
