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“I love how you feel on top of me,” I admitted, not sure why.
“It’s nice,” she replied just before I turned her over to crawl between her sweet thighs.
“Not as nice as this, I’m sure. But I have a confession.” I lowered myself to worship her, admiring how she let her legs widen for me, her pink lips already glistening, ready for me.
“Yeah, and what’s that?” She leaned back on bent elbows, staring down her gorgeous, naked body at me with lust hazing her eyes and her breaths quickening.
“I’m already addicted to your pussy. I can’t get enough of how sweet it tastes, how I want it all for myself, and how I can’t stop thinking about licking you.”
Her next breath hitched, her nipples tightening, and fuck me, her body reacting to just my words was captivating.
Without another word, I pressed my mouth to her swollen lips, licking her, inhaling her intoxicating scent. She tasted like the sweetest candy, and I imprinted her on my mind, knowing I’d never forget her. I licked up every drop of her I could.
She gasped as she wriggled against me, giggling and pushing my head away. I wouldn’t let her, though, and focused on her clit. That calmed her right down into a sigh of absolute pleasure. I teased her with a variety of touches until I found what she needed. My hands buried themselves under her ass, and her feet planted on my shoulders.
I hummed with encouragement when she dug her tiny heels into my shoulders for traction as she moved her hips against my mouth. I glanced up to see her pale cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were tight. I’d give those puffy pink perfect nipples more attention later, but right now, I wanted to make her come for breakfast and get my fill.
Grinning against her slick skin as the thought came, I didn’t stop sucking at the button of her pleasure. My jaw started to ache, so I replaced my tongue with my thumb for a minute until the pain passed. Once it was gone, I gave her what she wanted, the hot, wet pressure of my tongue on her clit.
She was sore from our encounter last night, so I’d soothe her. Maybe we could do more playing tonight. For now, I just wanted to make her feel good and not push her until she got used to my size, even if my dick was hard as a rock.
I’d nearly lost my shit when I got inside her last night. I’ve never felt a woman fit so tightly around me, but Amelia fit me like a snug glove. Stroking the thick length that filled my hand, I’d wondered how a woman so tiny had been able to take all of it.
Amelia’s cries of pleasure, those soft little sighs and whimpers, the moans she let out, drove me on, spurring my pleasure. There was something about knowing I was about to make her come that made me rock hard. I hummed against her clit, so close to losing my control and unable to stop the vibration of sound, but she seemed to like it. Her hands fisted the bedsheets, and her hips rocked against me. I could barely keep my lips on her clit, sucking it while my tongue flicked away at her, but I managed it.
“Brick,” she gasped my name, her hips telling me all I needed to know. She was lost, off in her own world, screaming as she burst with an orgasm. The sounds she made were euphoric, and I palmed my cock at her moans, at her pussy feeding me.
I sped up the strokes, unable to help myself. Inhaling her scent, I gave one last swipe of her entire pussy to get her taste on my tongue as I felt a pulse rocket up from my balls.
She collapsed onto the bed, sprawled out, her pussy drenched. Fuck me, it was delicious. My hand worked overtime, my eyes rolling back as I was so close.
“Amelia,” I called out her name as I came, not caring that I was ruining the quilt. I’d wash it later. Right now, the world was pleasure and Amelia. I’d filled all my senses with her, and it was so fucking good. Even if I wasn’t inside of her, it felt amazing to come with her.
Growling, my cock pulsed, pumping onto the blanket. I bunched it up around the end of my cock, my hips jerking into it until every last drop came out.
“I’m going to die of pleasure,” Amelia purred, pulling me out of a mindless place where only peace existed. I smiled and rolled over to look up at her.
“Is that a bad thing?” I murmured.
“No, it isn’t. I’ve had a shitty life, and having some pleasure for once is nice.” She hitched up a little against the pillows, her hands pulling the covers up over her bare skin.
“How so?” I asked, concerned and wanting to know. A quick wipe of myself, and I crawled up to her.
“I ran away from home when I was seventeen,” she admitted as if she’d repeated the story a dozen times before. “My parents were addicts, and my dad wanted to sell me to his dealer for more drugs. He point-blank told me his plan, so I left before he could do it.”
I went still. I wasn’t so much into drugs anymore, but at one point, my dad did heavy business in cocaine and meth. I was glad I’d taken us away from that direction, or I wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye, knowing it was some of my product that had ruined her relationship with her parents. These days, the family business dealt in more expensive items, like corporate secrets and mercenaries for hire. We still shipped guns around the globe and had interests in jewelry mines, but drugs? Too much heat on that shit for me.
“That sounds fucked up. Do I need to shoot your dad between the eyes?” I offered with pure sincerity, even if I offered a smile to soften the deal.
She frowned at me but didn’t say anything else.
“What about your parents?” she asked, and I took a deep breath.
“They died in Ireland. A car… accident,” I answered simply. Not talking about the bomb that turned their tiny Renault rental car into a billion pieces that would never be put back together again.
“I’m so sorry, Brick.” She crawled into my arms, and surprising myself, I let her. I never did pity, but with Amelia, I craved her warmth and to have her against me when I thought of everything I’d lost. How I was left to run the business, deal with the debts, the deals. I’d done a fucking good job of it in the end, but lately, I’d been contemplating cutting back.
Turning back to Amelia, I kissed her forehead, wanting to keep her safe because she deserved to laugh and enjoy life. I understood what losing your family was like, what being rejected did to you. It fucking destroyed you, but maybe I wasn’t too late to ensure Amelia never hit rock bottom as I had done, where I wanted nothing more to do with life. Dark times I put past me a long time ago, but I’d never forget them.
