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The Celtic knotwork along her upper arm in a half sleeve was a work of art, and I licked along the pattern. She shivered under me. Out of all her tattoos—a sun and moon at her ankle, a bouquet of flowers along her forearm—this one seemed to be the most prominent.
“What does it mean?” I asked, continuing to trace lazy circles with my tongue.
“Mmm?” Ames asked, her lashes fluttering at a rapid pace.
“The tattoo, sweet thing.”
“It’s Epona. Symbol of energy and power. I got it after I started in the fight circuit. Even if I burn out fast or this just ends up being a few years before I head in a different direction, I wanted to honor my time in the ring.”
“Fitting.” Every new detail I learned about her charmed me more. This woman had infiltrated my bloodstream and dominated my thoughts, and I loved it. I traced around the tattoo, her body near vibrating. Guaranteed if I reached down to feel between her thighs, she’d be dripping.
“This is torture.” She gasped, reaching up and tugging at my tee.
I arched a brow. “Want something?”
“Fuck, I want to eat you out so badly.” She gave me a heated look.
“I can work with that.” I slid off her. A second later, my shorts and tee were hitting the floor. I hadn’t bothered with a bra because I’d known where tonight would end. Ames lay spread out on the sheets like a fucking goddess, and the hunger to touch her, to taste her skin, her sweat, her pussy rose with such a fierceness that my legs grew a little weak. I climbed back onto the bed, aware of the hungry way she stared at me right now.
“God, you’re so hot,” Ames said, her voice breathy as hell. My cheeks burned in response. I wasn’t used to the admiration in Ames’s tone, how she looked at me—like I was worthwhile.
It had been a long, long time since anyone had made me feel that way.
The intense emotion was one I recognized, but it was the sort that usually took months to foster, time to nurture. However, Amelia had rushed back into my life like a summer storm, and I couldn’t help but get swept away.
As I crawled over to her, the mattress creaked. The second I brushed against her, the skin-to-skin connection of my thighs to hers short-circuited my brain. This woman was so damn hot it was unreal. Our breasts crushed together, and a gush of liquid oozed from my pussy just from the sensation. I leaned in and brushed a kiss to her lips, teasing her lower lip in my mouth and licking in hungrily. The exhaustion from the fight was kicking in. She turned to putty beneath me, which I fucking loved.
We kissed for minutes, hours, I had no idea. I savored the taste of her mouth over and over, and my thigh slipped between her legs. She thrust up against it, leaving a trail of her slick on the skin. My clit was throbbing, so damn needy for any sort of touch. Ames tried to reach down for it, but I grabbed her hand and pinned it overhead, making my intent clear.
She moaned into my mouth, and I felt the tremor that rocked through her body.
God, I needed pressure, needed to grind against her, but I wanted to coax a few more moans out of her first. Besides, each time she rubbed against my thigh, my breasts shifted against hers, sending sparks straight to my core. I sank into those heady sensations, loving the plushness of her tits across my nipples and how it made my pussy throb.
The intensity there was growing slowly, and sweat pricked along the inside of my thighs and on my forehead. I wove my fingers through Ames’s glossy strands and gave them a solid tug.
“Nngh.” She gasped. “I could come just from that.”
“Not yet,” I said, peeling myself off her. The heat there, the silken feel was hard to draw away from, but I wanted to taste her as badly as I wanted her to taste me. I crawled up to her head and rested my knees on either side. My pussy was drenched, and even the puff of her hot breath against it had my thighs quaking. “Be good and wait.”
I pushed up to my hands and knees until I settled right over her pussy, those glistening folds causing my mouth to water. Her breaths were coming out a little shallower, and even the slight sensation against my pussy was enough to send sparks through my veins.
“Can I please taste you?” Ames asked, a slight tremble in her voice.
Fuck, the vulnerability she offered me, the sweetness inherent in her, undid me every time.
“Yes, sweet thing,” I said.
Her hands gripped my hips, and her tongue brushed against my folds. My nails dug into the sheets from the intensity of the pleasure rolling through me. She lapped up again, her tongue finding my clit, and my back arched. My breath came in faster as I lowered myself to her pretty little cunt.
The first taste had her bucking up against my mouth. She was sweet and tart, and I dipped my tongue in again, needing more of her. Amelia’s moan was loud enough to reverberate around the room, even muffled by my pussy. The vibrations felt sinful as she lapped at my clit. Bliss radiated through me, each swipe of her mouth pure magic.
I buried my face in her cunt, not giving a fuck about any technique. I hungrily devoured her, sucking and nipping at her clit and burying my tongue deeper into her hole. Her hips were tilting toward my face on reflex, just as mine were with her. She kept me steady with her grip on my hips, the sting from her nails into my skin getting me hotter.
Our bodies were crushed together in perfect symmetry, and we moved in tandem, as natural as muscle memory even though we’d just begun hooking up. The familiarity between us soothed me despite all the new, and I recognized the connection was rare.
Pleasure rolled through me in stronger waves by the second, and I lost myself in the firm hold she had on me, in the way her thighs quaked beneath me. She tasted so damn good, a mixture of her juices and my saliva dripping from her as I alternated between strong strokes along her clit to driving my tongue inside her pussy.
Ames was launching a full-frontal attack on my clit, the continuous firm pressure making my eyes roll back in my head. My nipples kept grazing against her skin, which sent a zap of electricity through me every time. The pressure in my clit grew more and more intense, to the point of pain, and for a second, I came up for breath. Ames didn’t pause, lapping at my pussy like it was her reason for living, and fuck. I’d never had anyone as good as her. Anyone who made my pulse race like this, who consumed me heart and soul this way.
