Chris
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Her eyes are glittering green as emeralds as she whispers, “Yes.” When she draws me to her, she cuts loose the control I’ve been working so hard on. Thank fucking god. It’s my last coherent thought as I pull her with me into the elevator. The cab ride to my place feels like it’s never going to end. She doesn’t say a word, her body soft as she clings to me. Or maybe she isn’t clinging to me, it’s just me pinning her to my side. I don’t know, I don’t care; she’s in my arms, she’s mine, I’m not letting her go.
I’m half dragging her, half carrying her up the stairs onto my porch when she sighs. “You live here? Chris, it’s beautiful. As long as you didn’t gut it and turn it into some gaudy black and white modern—oh, I love it.”
“You can check it out later. Much later.” I groan as I push my coat then hers off, not caring where they fall. I give up on being cool and pick her up, taking the stairs two at a time. Her arms around my neck tighten as I walk her into my room. She is perfect in my arms. I don’t want to let her go as I stand over my bed—until I see the fear in her eyes. No, no fear for her, not now, not ever. I run my tongue over her lips, loving the taste of her mouth. Sweet, so fucking sweet as sugar, like I knew she would be. I can’t get enough of her.
Slowly, I lower her on the bed, not breaking our kiss. I follow her down as her hands lock tight in my hair. The buttons on her silk shirt suddenly become Chinese puzzles I can’t seem to work. Impatience flares, I tear her blouse open, hearing it rip. She’s wearing a silky slip like the one she wore in the pictures, this one white, and I still. The intent to tear it off her is gone in an instant. I cup a breast pushing up against the silk. Even through the silk of the slip and her bra, a tight nipple is begging for my mouth. I answer its plea, starving to learn the taste of her. Only it isn’t nearly enough. Finesse is gone as I tear the slip open. Her breasts heave and sway in a sheer black bra that makes my cock ache.
With a flick of my fingers her breasts are bared to me and fuck, I fight not to come in my jeans. The pictures were nothing; this moment is everything. I ignore the way my hand trembles as I run a finger over her soft, silky skin. Beautiful. She fills my large hand to perfection, she is perfection, my perfection. Soft, so soft, I run my thumb over the perfect coral pink nipple, staring in amazement as it tightens even further. I give in to my need as I allow my tongue to run lightly over the pretty little nub. Her gasp is loud in the room, then she moans my name. I close my eyes tight then open them again. Yes, this is real, not the dream or the fantasies I’ve been having for what feels like forever. Amelia is finally here, in my bed, moaning my name.
I rise up on my knees, and her hands cling to my neck, not letting me go. Brushing my lips along her cheek, I grasp her hands to lay them back on the bed. I need her naked, I need all of her bare to me. Damn it, I’m fumbling with the catch of her pants, the same pants I undid easily only hours ago. Finally, I have them undone. Sliding them off her, I take the time to enjoy every new inch of skin bared to me. Her office didn’t count, I was too keyed up to take all of her in, too focused on keeping myself under control.
Now is my time to savor every inch of her. My poor baby; my chest tightens and twists at the wicked scar from her thigh down to her knee. I don’t even think as I press a kiss to the tissue. There’s more along her hip, and my hand runs over it as I work my way up to press a kiss there, reverence for the testament that I came close to losing her before I ever found her, a salute to the fact that she’s still here now.
“Chris.” The word is tortured. She’s embarrassed.
“What’s the matter, sugar?”
“It’s so ugly. Please don’t.” A hand goes into my hair to tug me away.
I catch her wrist in my hand, tight on the verge of punishing. “Don’t you ever say anything like that again. This is the most beautiful part of you to me. I’m reminded of how close I came to never having you in my life. No sassy little comebacks, no pretty smiles, no soft curves against me that make me feel like I’m home when you’re in my arms. It’s beautiful, like you’re beautiful for so many reasons than just first glance.” Ah, damn. “Please, don’t cry. It twists me up inside when you do that.”
Kissing her sweet lips, I taste her tears, her fear, her need, and none of it is enough. It’s only when the world begins to spin I give up her mouth, I need more. I kiss my way down her neck, finding each spot that has her gasping my name. There is no gentle teasing as I move back to her breasts; my need is too great. Capturing a tight nipple, I suck deep, voracious, to taste all of her and hear her moan my name. While I tease the other breast with my fingers, my tongue plays over each little furrow around her nipple.
I can hear her, I can smell her, she’s working herself up into an orgasm. Fuck, when she did it in her office I was stunned. Amelia is full of surprises, I never would have guessed she even knew what her Kegel muscles were, let alone how to bring herself to orgasm with them. So fucking hot.
I move to her other breast, just as I hear her breathing change. Her groan pulls a smile out of me. Oh, sugar, it hasn’t even begun. I’m lost in her little moans and whimpers when she begins clawing at my back. Ah, time to move lower. She’s frantic for her orgasm. Not yet. I kiss my way down her body, rubbing my face against her soft belly. I have no idea why women hate this part of their body. I love every inch of a woman’s body. Amelia moans my name.
Her panties match the sexy-ass bra. I can see her pussy lips through the sheer material. My cock jumps at how wet the panties are, coated with Amelia’s sweet juices. Running a finger along her lips, I love the way she moans my name, begging for more. Not yet, I need her losing her mind before I pull out my cock. As I run my tongue over her sweet lips through the panties, the taste of her explodes on my tongue. Pure sweet sugar, mine, all mine.
I tug the panties down her legs, loving the feel of her skin as my hands follow the panties’ path. The moment they’re off she opens her legs wide, her hips undulating, enticing me to settle into the cradle of her body. Shit, my cock is leaking to be inside her. No, not even close. Running my hands over her inner thighs, I smile at the sight of them slick with her juice. I can’t take my eyes off what I swear is the prettiest pussy I have ever seen in my life. Soft, so damn soft, and she’s bare without a hint of hair anywhere, sweet lips folded tight, protecting the sweetest part of her from my eyes. It was just supposed to be a light taste of her lips, a teasing taste, only it’s not enough. My fingers open her wide and I fall on her, devouring her as all thought disappears.
None of my usual cool, or long-practiced skills are anywhere to be found. Only a rabid need to taste every inch of her, to drink her in, to get lost in her. yet I feel her body tremble, her thighs tighten, then I hear her scream my name as she comes. The flood of her orgasm washes over me, yes, fuck yes, more of this, all of this. Her total loss of control calms my need enough to remember I want to bring her to orgasm once more before I pull out my cock.
Sucking deep on her inner lips, my tongue fucks into her. She gasps, twisting then bucking up for more. I bring up two fingers, needing to find out just how tight she is. At first, she is so wet I slide in easily but damn it, she is tight, then her pussy grasps me and my cock jumps to be inside her. I hear her begging, my name dripping from her mouth with desire like her pussy on my tongue.
Her fingers tangle in my hair; she’s out of her mind with need, and satisfaction thrums through me. No other man has done this for her, has brought her to tears for the pleasure he gave her. Deeper I push into her, my cock screaming to be inside her, and her pussy clenches. Covering her clit, I suck hard, nipping as I fuck into her and holy fuck she’s screams as she comes apart, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
I’m on my knees, tearing my jeans open, pushing them down just enough to get my cock out. Fuck, I snag the condom pulling it out of my pocket. I tear open the foil packet then roll it on fast. I’ll be in her bare, I need to feel her pussy tight around me, but not this time. She’s still trembling, still floating in her pleasure as I brush my cock against her pussy lips. She shivers in response, tries to open her legs wider but she’s still boneless, thank fuck. As I push into her, bright green eyes shimmer up at me. Her smile is glowing, I catch my breath at the welcome she gives me. Then I push further into her tight channel, and those green eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, Chris.” She moans as I press deeper inside her.
Her head goes back. Every inch of her body is giving up to me, her tender tissues giving way, even as they cling to me. Another moan as I pull out slightly, then surge in deeper than before. Oh yeah, fuck yes, I’m almost all the way inside her. I capture her mouth, and within seconds her tongue wraps around mine and she sucks deep, flipping my switch. I lose it and slam home. Tearing her mouth from mine, her head goes back as she groans with the same satisfaction I’m feeling. “Oh god, oh god.”
I’m on my knees, where I’ll stay forever if I need to only damn it, it’s a fight not to move, to allow her body to get used to the feel of all of me. Her pussy is clinging to me, conforming to my cock, then she takes the leash off when she grips me tight from inside.
Now I move, gripping her legs beneath her knees, spreading her wide open to me. As I pull out she moans, gripping my cock from inside, clenching me again and again. No, sugar, none of that. As I press her knees deeper into her breasts I surge into her at an angle. Right fucking there. Found her spot, her whole body shakes, fuck yes. Harder now, deeper, I thrust again and again. She crying now; tears turn her green eyes to emeralds shining up at me.
I want to last longer, but even with the condom it’s too much, she’s so fucking tight and hot around my cock. She’s so beautiful in her passion, her breasts swaying and her nipples tight, her whole body flushed. Gritting my teeth I surge again, and again, then I move my thumb to her clit and apply pressure as I rub it. She screams my name, and it goes straight to my cock. I feel my balls pull tight. God damn it, her pussy tightens around me as my cock swells further, and the combined pleasure has me demanding more. I thrust deeper inside her, loving the way her pussy pulses around my cock until my body gives up, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
I blink, realizing I’ve been in a kind of trance. I’m still on my knees, still inside her. I wonder if I dozed or something. It spooks me a little, it’s never happened before. Looking down at the sight before me, I feel like I’m still in a dream. Amelia is asleep, her long lashes dark against her golden skin. Although her whole body is still flushed, her breathing is already deep. I wonder how long I was out for and what the hell it was exactly. Shit.
I pull out slowly, then roll off the bed to get rid of the condom. I clean up in the bathroom, then grabbing another washcloth, I run the faucet longer to ensure the water is nice and hot. Back in the bedroom I slide the cloth slowly over Amelia’s pretty pussy, cleaning her up with a smile at just how wet her pussy still is. Tossing the washcloth, I carefully undress Amelia completely. Damn, she is out, dead to the world. I take my time, relishing the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips.
Shaking my head, I stare down at her; I can’t stop my eyes from roaming over her. Tomorrow I’ll take more time to get to know every inch of her with my tongue and fingertips. I hoped to make love to her again before the night was over, only she looks too sweet to wake up. I’m also greedy to hold her in my arms.
The covers are easy to edge out from under her. I turn off the bedside table then get in beside her. I roll her onto my chest, her head below my chin. She lets out a breathy little sigh as she rubs her cheek against my chest. Running my hand through her hair, I marvel at the silky texture. I know this is real, not just because the scent of her a heady mix of flowers, citrus, and pure Amelia teases my senses, or because of the feel of her soft skin against me. I know this is real because no dream I’ve had has felt this amazing, this right.
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Amelia
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The warm mountain I’m on moves, and instinct has me wrapping my arm tighter. Flashes of last night come back in bright, heady, glorious slow motion. My body responds with delight, in anticipation of it happening again. Wow is the only word that comes close to describing last night. Chris delivered on every promise he made and then some. All those descriptions in the books were nothing on Chris in real life. There were fireworks, it was toe-curling, it was ecstasy, and it was so much more than I allowed myself to hope it could be.
The flickering embarrassment at being naked died in a flash as his eyes roamed over me, satisfaction clear on his beautiful face. Nothing I was afraid of happened, Chris didn’t flinch at my scars. Tears sting my eyes all over again at how sad he looked when he saw them, then the way he kissed them. When he told me he thought my scars were the most beautiful part of me, I bit my lip hard until I tasted blood to keep from bursting into tears. He meant it, every word. It’s a moment I’ll never forget. The way he kissed me is seared into my entire being, a mark I’ll carry forever no matter what happens.
I shiver a little at the memory of his first thrust inside me. My mind screamed in shock, while my body was still too boneless from the screaming orgasm he gave me to react. I was sure I couldn’t take more of him—he was too big, too thick, he couldn’t possibly fit—but oh lord did it feel exquisite while he tried. Then it happened, he was inside me, completely sheathed in my body, hot, huge. My body claimed him as a part of me, as the perfect fit that was missing. Feeling his heartbeat deep inside me, the fiery heat of him burning every inch, every ridge and vein pulsing his blood into me, branding me as his, was so devastatingly erotic I was close to climax. With that first thrust inside me, he wiped away the painful past and built a dazzling and brilliant foundation for the future.
Then he moved, and oh god, he hit the spot, then again and again until I was losing my mind. It was too soon after my last orgasm. I needed more time, but I didn’t get it. He moved inside me faster and faster, then I swore he was trying to kill me with pleasure when he found my clit, shattering me to my core. A growl came from deep inside him, making my whole body vibrate until he shouted his own climax. It was too much for me, sending the world dark around me.
My body is awake now, though—it wants more of last night, of Chris. I run a finger over a tattoo down on his left hip, tracing the ink slowly, pushing the covers lower until he sighs in his sleep. No, not yet, just a little more time learning his body. I run my hand up over his insanely impressive six-pack. I want to learn this skin with my tongue, to see if it tastes like the skin of his chest. I trace another tattoo on his chest below my chin. Suddenly, a large hand traps mine. Then I’m on my back with Chris over me.
“Good morning, sugar,” he whispers against my mouth.
Slow, seductive, he kisses even better than he eye fucks, then his hand goes between my legs, cupping me. But as good as he kisses, it is not as good as he actually fucks. I widen my legs, wanting him there now, inside me. I beg when he ends the kiss, catching the soft fleshy part of my ear between his teeth before sucking. “Chris, please.”
“Hmm...even first thing in the morning all sleepy you’re gorgeous. Are you protected, Amelia? I need to claim you, to fill you. Will we have our baby girls sooner if I do?”
Oh god, where the hell is the primal scream of yes coming from? The desire for Chris to come inside me without protection, with the threat of pregnancy, sends a hot flood from my body so strong I wonder if it’s possible to come from words. He sees it, and his eyes glow. His kiss is savage, answering the primal desire deep within me. My hands go down to his ass, pulling him against me, needing him inside me. Fingers find me, pushing inside me...no, I want his cock, filling me up, coming inside me. With barely any pressure on my clit I come hard, and before my body is even done moving Chris thrusts hard, deep, so fucking good. Without the condom he’s hotter, he’s silkier, harder, filling every inch of me, leaving no part of me untouched. On his elbows, he struggles not to fall on me as he fucks me harder and harder.
Holy fuck. “I’m coming,” I scream, needing to feel him come with me, needing to feel him come inside me. He does it again, growling before he comes, sending vibrations all the way from where our bodies meet to the tips of my fingers. This time there is no shout; he opens his mouth at my neck, the spot where my shoulder meets its, and sucks hard.
Oh, I feel it, hot, so hot, thick, and Chris moans, his cock shuddering even as it expands. I’m shaking as he continues to slide in and out of me, as if he’s trying to push his come deeper inside me. When Chris falls on me, I welcome his hard body, heavy on me. Only too soon he rolls to his side, taking me with him.
“What the hell was that?” Huh, I said it out loud.
Chris laughs as he pulls me tighter against him. “You tell me, sugar. I thought your eyes went big when I talked about baby girls. I’m putting my order in for all girls right now.”
He’s crazy. I burrow into his chest so he can’t see what his words do to me. “You should be evaluated by a licensed professional. I’m still not having anything but boys. It’s also not even a possibility, I have the implant in my arm. It’s good for another, I don’t know... a year, I think.”
I’m rolled onto my back again. How crazy is it I see his disappointment and not only understand, I feel it too? Being disappointed about being protected in a relationship with a clock running in the corners was insane. “You think?”
“It lasts for years, not months. They said they would call me thirty days before it runs out so I could decide what I wanted to do when it was time to remove it. In case I didn’t want to do another, so there would never be a time where I wasn’t protected.” I run my hand over his cheek, loving the feel of his skin, the freedom to touch him as I’ve longed to do for what feels like forever. “You know us being disappointed you couldn’t have gotten me pregnant is just a little fucked up, right?”
A dimple flashes. “So you’re disappointed too?”
I smile as I pull him down to me. “So disappointed I’m going to need you to cheer me up by fucking me again.”