Pulling back to take a breath, I smile when I see the same lust reflecting in his eyes. Lifting a finger to run it across my swollen lips, I watch as he follows the movement with a hunger that has heat pulsing through my veins.
“I’ve thought about doing that all night,” he admits breathlessly, tangling his fingers into my hair and pulling me closer.
“It’s all I can think about when you’re around.” And when you’re not.
“Well, I’m here now, so why don’t we make up for lost time?” That killer smile is back, and it is melting my panties as his lips descend onto mine again with reckless abandon.
Merry Christmas to me.
5
Adam
If this is Christmas, I could get used to celebrating every damn year.
Hell, I’d celebrate it every fucking day if it meant I got to taste her every time. The thought jars me, given how the barmaid’s slip had me thinking about all the reasons letting go around her might be a bad idea. Maybe I can’t do commitment, but her friend’s right—we’re only here for a limited time. We’ll never see each other again after we leave…
Where’s the harm in that?
Swiping her tongue over mine, Amelia hums, her hands combing deeper into my hair as I drop the holly to the side and close my hands around her waist, tugging her between my legs, flush to me.
There isn’t. There can’t be.
Even if there is, I can’t stop now. There’s no going back. I don’t know how she does it, but Amelia has a way of making me forget myself. When she’s near me, the only thing I can think about is her…and everything I want to do to her. All the ways I want to taste her and every inch of skin I want to acquaint myself with. Consequences and rules be damned.
Tugging at the hem of her nightshirt, I fist it, twisting it while Amelia moans into my mouth. Her hands cup my nape, fingers knotting in my hair, twisting and pulling until with a low growl she has to lift her arms so I can rid her of her pajamas. The sight of her bare tits has my dick throbbing in my pants.
“Seems a bit early for presents, don’t you think?” she pants, unbuttoning the top of my shirt before yanking it off me like I did her sleepwear.
“Fuck it,” I groan, leaning forward to suck a light peachy nipple into my mouth. The nub is so hard that I can’t resist the urge to bite and roll it between my teeth to her hoarse whimper.
“No…” Shaking her head, she grapples at my shoulders while I work her nude and red lace-covered pussy over the bulge in my pants. “No…”
Releasing her nipple with a pop, I find her half-lidded stare. “No?”
“Fuck me, Adam.”
Jesus, gone is the dreamer from dinner that could barely look at me because of some errant remark the barmaid let slip. And Amelia, the forward and confident woman, is back. They’re each as beguiling as the other. But confidence looks sublime on her. It makes her even more astonishing. It also does things to me that have my control slipping.
“Sweetheart,” I grit out as she works my belt loose and pants open while I nip up the column of her neck to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in ways that will make angels sing.”
Before she can retort, I lower myself to the floor, dragging her up my body until she’s straddling my face. It feels like I’ve waited an eternity to taste her, and now that I finally have her where I want her, I’m not going to waste time being cute and tame. She told her friend she wanted me to fuck her in every which way, and I’m going to make sure she’s so thoroughly fucked, she won’t remember her name. It’s what I do—I deliver.
“Move, Amelia!” I slap her ass, making her jerk as I pull her thong to the side with my other hand and swipe my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit. “I want you ride my face as I fuck you with my tongue.”
Impressively she follows my command with as much wanton abandon as I made it. Working my pants and underwear down, I continue devouring her pussy, until I can roughly push and kick the rest of my clothes off with my feet. Throaty groans fill the air as she begins to tremble over me, arms bracing her over my body as she claws at my thighs.
“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her as I swallow down her juices and spit the water that pools immediately in my mouth at her glistening flesh. “Better than anything I’ve ever had.” I blow over her pussy to a strangled cry.
With one more swipe and a graze of my teeth on her clit, Amelia comes with a guttural groan that echoes arounds us as I lift her back down my body. I turn her around when she’s kneeling between my open legs, panting and begging for more, begging me to make her come on my cock.
Grabbing my jeans, I take my wallet from one of the pockets and shake it out.
Shit. No!
“I don’t have a—”
“It doesn’t matter,” she blusters impatiently. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“That’s not the—”
“I’m on the pill,” she tells me, grabbing my wallet and throwing it to the side before grasping my ass and teasing her cunt closer to my erection.
There’s nothing I can do to stop myself from grasping my dick and guiding it to her wet entrance.
I’ve lost my mind. I’m a no glove, no love kind of guy, but the need to be inside her overrules every last murmur of reason and sense I possess. With her I just want and need.
“Holy fu–aah…” she stutters, holding herself open as I guide my cock into her wet pussy.
The deeper I push inside her, pressing her to me with a hand at the base of her belly, the more garbled her cry becomes, fading into a long drawn-out moan that makes every muscle coil tighter with the need to make her mine. Even if only for tonight. One night.
“Adam.” My name leaves her lips like a hymn as I bottom out inside her, her pussy clenching around me so tight that I can’t hold back.
Edging out to the tip, I press back in, faster this time. Repeating again and again. Building up the tempo until all that’s echoing around us are her groans and the sound of our skin and flesh slapping together.
“You feel so fucking good…so tight,” I groan, smacking the side of her ass to a yelp as I hold deep, stilling inside her cunt while it squeezes around me so hard that if I don’t pull out, I might blow inside her right now.
“Don’t stop…don’t…please…please! Adam,” Amelia grits out in frustration, searching out my dick with her pussy when I slap her hand away.
Twisting my hand in her thong, I kneel behind her, pulling her into place in front of me while I take in the sinuous curve of her body, the naturally exaggerated cinch of her waist that flares perfectly to her plump ass.
“You feel so good inside me.” Gasping, she rolls off her thong while tilting back to kiss me.
Her tongue licks over my lips with a shuddering breath. All I feel is her warmth, and it’s incredible how good her skin feels over mine. How perfectly her body fits with mine as I wrap my arms around her, my hands cupping her supple breasts while she writhes on me.
“Spread your knees,” I instruct, nudging them apart with one of mine. “Put your hands on the floor.”
Doing as I’ve told her, Amelia peeks up at me over her shoulder, breath hitching with a roll of her lips while I stroke her ass. I thrust between the toned globes to her gasps for air. She’s so wet that her arousal drips down my balls.