Chapter 21 – Brent
In the elevator, she takes my hand and puts it underneath her skirt as she kisses me. I can feel the warmth of her, through her panties, and she kisses me harder, biting my lip, drawing me in - the same way she did the night before. My hands slide up to her breasts, and I tease her, pressing her against the wall and holding her back from touching me while I massage her big breasts.
The elevator chimes, and the hallway in front of us is empty. “This way.” I lead her down the hall to my apartment door, while her hands wander all over me. We kiss as I struggle with the lock - it finally clicks open - and we stagger into my place, a tangled whirl of lips and hands and half removed clothing.
Thank God Nikki didn’t decide to pop in, is the last thought I have before Amelia starts undressing me. My shirt comes off, and she licks and kisses her way down my torso. My hands are in her hair, twining and twisting, holding her mouth against my skin. Then I pull her dress down and remove her bra so I can see her gorgeous tits.
“You are absolutely beautiful,” I tell her. “I’m so glad we’re doing this again.
“Me too.”
She is nearly panting with desire for me, and can hardly talk. She’s running her hands up and down my pecs, my stomach, my tattoos. I bite her, playful nibbles at first and then more aggressively, dragging my teeth across her tits before sucking on her perfectly erect nipples, claiming her like some animal marking my territory.
She reaches around and grabs a hold of my ass. I like it—she’s reversing my own move, and I’ve never been with a girl bold enough to do that before. I moan, and she chuckles - not mockingly, but with pleasure. The vibrations of her breath tingle against my ribs.
Her dress comes off - so do my pants - and we’re standing, her pressing me back against the door, grinding against each other like teenagers at a school dance. Except there’s no old religious prude of a teacher here to tell us to “leave room for the holy spirit”.
There’s certainly a spirit in the room, and it’s anything but holy. Amelia pulls me away from the door and drops on to the couch, grinning at me. “What? I’m not doing all the work on my own, you know.”
I drop to my knees (at a perfect level) and begin kissing and caressing her thighs. Her back arches, hips pulsing slowly with each touch and kiss. I bite down hard on the fleshy inside of her thigh, and she cries out.
“Sorry, was that too - ” I start to say.
“No! No. If it’s too much, I’ll tell you. Otherwise don’t you dare stop.”
I slide her panties down her legs and leave them on the floor, continuing my trip to the center of her body. She’s got her hand in my hair now, and guides my head between her thighs. Her lips are delicious, the taste surprisingly sharp, almost bitter. I flick my tongue against them, teasing, testing, exploring.
Her hips tilt towards me, demanding more, so I give it to her. I kiss my way along her slit, darting my tongue out to taste her sweet pussy, parting her lips and pressing my tongue to the wet flesh underneath. Swirl, lick, taste, suck over and over again, enjoying the pull on my hair as her hand tightens into a fist, relaxes, tightens again.
She puts her legs on my shoulders, pressing my head deeper into her pussy, and I slide a finger, then two, inside her. Come here, I gesture with them, curling my fingers again and again, hearing her moans intensify as she writhes in place.
Amelia pulls my head up, kissing me furiously as her hands find my cock and she wraps her legs around mine, pulling me onto the couch on top of her. My hand manages to trace its way to my pants pocket where I find a condom and unwrap it quickly, ready to get to the good stuff. No, it’s all been good, great even. I’m ready to get to the amazing stuff. I taste copper on my lip as her hand puts me inside her, and I sink balls-deep almost instantly.
No time for subtlety now - I brace myself on my forearms and thrust, quick and hard, heart pounding and thoughts racing toward just one thing. Her hands are entwined around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I feel her thighs begin to tremble.
“Fuck yes! Right there right there right there - Ohhh.” Her hips buck uncontrollably, her body shaking with orgasm - and her cries nearly push me over the edge.
I love how she lets herself go with me. It’s all I can do to hold back and remain in control. I stick my finger into her mouth and she sucks on it while I fuck her wet, spasming pussy some more. I fill her up to her brim, and she squeezes her pussy so that I’m even deeper and tighter inside her.
I look down at my cock entering and exiting her pussy as I thrust it in and out. I drive my hips against her one more time, and feel myself begin to shake as I cum with her legs holding me deep inside her.
“Holy shit.” Her legs relax, and I ease off of her. “We’re kinda good at that, huh?”
Amelia laughs, but sits up and pulls her panties back on. “I should probably go.”
“Why?”
“Because if I stay, you’re going to get to watch me start to question everything and apologize for taking advantage of you and also can I use your bathroom before I go?”
“Amelia, relax! You didn’t take advantage of me. I wanted this too. Both times.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I? You helped me fake my way through that tour…and you give really good blowjobs.”
She gives me the finger and walks to the bathroom, but she’s not in a rush anymore.
When she comes back out, she settles back in next to me. “God, that Tammi woman was horrible, huh?”
“I give it three months before her husband gets arrested for literally feeding her to sharks or something.”
She edges closer, puts my arm around her shoulders. “Hey. So I don’t want to pry or whatever, but that picture you took? It was for your ex?”
My heart jumps a bit. Talking about Kelly always makes me feel a little guilty, and a little sad. But I’m still naked and sweaty, and so is Amelia…so maybe a little honesty is okay. Just a little.
I decide to tell her. Why the hell not? I’ve done everything else with her in the past two days that two people can do together. We might as well try actually talking.