“Brace yourself, spitfire.” I slip my dick down her crease, my thumb following over my tip. A hum escapes her when it glides over her asshole, and as I round the puckered flesh again, inching inside her slowly, she groans with her head falling forward between her braced arms. “Like that?”
“Mmm…” she whimpers, pushing back.
I watch myself sink into her pussy, inch by inch while her entire body shudders and her breaths quicken, and all I can think is how I’ve never met anyone like her. I’ve never had anyone like Amelia Harding. She’s beautiful and sexy. There’s never been anyone like her in my life—so happy and full of fire. So contagious. No one has ever made me want to let go as she does.
“Oh my God,” a muffled cry rumbles through her body when I bottom out. “So, so deep…”
Not deep enough. I want her so fucking much…so badly. I want to get under her skin as deep as she’s gotten under mine. There’s a hunger inside me that keeps clawing for more of her. More laughs. More touches. More glances. Every part of me is ravenous for every part of her. I’ve never starved for anything in my life as I am for her right now.
Edging out, I work my thumb past the tight pucker of her ass to Amelia’s low, drawn-out cry. Before I can pace myself, she’s pushing back. Impaling herself on my cock. Over and over. Shudder after shudder. Clench upon clench.
“You’re so damn tight, Amelia.”
“You’re so fucking big,” she chokes out in reply as I pick up the pace.
I bottom out thrust after thrust until her chest is pressed to the rug and her legs are struggling to hold her up. Her asshole squeezes around my thumb while her slick cunt spasms around me.
“More. Oh my God. Adam. More. Oh God. I need…fuck…fuuu—”
“You’re going to come for me, spitfire, and I’m going to feel every last quiver of your body as you do.” Grasping one side of her hips, I fuck her harder until all her words disintegrate into jamming breaths and pleasured cries.
I’m so fucking entranced that I can’t stop myself from fucking her through her orgasm. Her body judders as she collapses, spent and gasping as I turn her onto her back and brace myself over her sweat-slicked and pleasure-flushed body. I kiss her bite-bruised lips as she comes back to me.
“How are you still going?” Amelia marvels, eyes widening as I lean up to pull her ass flush to my thighs.
“’Cause I’m not done. I want one more before I am.”
Fisting my cock, she licks her lips while tracing up my body with her gaze. “Before you are…”
“You’re going to come at least once more,” I tell her, tapping her clit with the tip of my dick before pushing it through her dripping pussy to her entrance. “Then it’s my turn.”
“Fuck,” she whines, head tipping back, eyes closing as I guide myself inside her once more. “Again?”
“You got a problem with that?” I thrust hard and as deep as I can to her muted reply and the shake of her head while her hands claw at my thighs.
I know I’m not going to last much longer, but she is going to come again. I want to see her come apart for me. To look into her eyes and watch as I make her lose her senses as surely as she’s making me lose mine. More so, I want to be the only thing she sees when the world falls away.
It doesn’t take long for her orgasm to catch. The harder I fuck her, the louder she moans. The harder her cunt pulses, the more it pulls me deeper until we’re both groaning. Our pleasure borders on pain, and neither of us stop. She’s got me with those beautiful eyes that beckon me to get closer.
Bracing myself over her, I devour every breath. Stealing it. Drinking it down with my kiss as she bucks as hard and fast into me as I am rutting into her. There’s nothing sweet or savored. It’s pure lust and desperation. I’m completely blindsided by her mirrored need.
“Adam…Adam…” Amelia cups my face, holding me prisoner even as her entire body convulses beneath me.
Teeth bite down on my lip as I work every last quake and shiver of her pleasure right out of her.
A smile curves her lips as the shock waves of her orgasm ease, and before I can lift off her, she pulls me back in for another kiss, tongue licking over mine with a hum while her fingers tangle in my hair.
“Your turn, Mr. Grinch,” she murmurs with a soft chuckle as I kiss down her neck to her collarbone and the valley of her tits, nipping teasingly at each mound of tender flesh.
“My turn.”
I suck a nipple into my mouth so hard that when I lift off her, it pops out of it to her strangled mewl. A grin pulls at my lips while my heart starts beating faster at the sight of the reddening mark on her creamy skin. Pleasure seeps deeper into me when she glances down and gnaws at her lip while her finger traces the gorgeous blemish.
Watching her finger her nipples, I hold her thighs open wide as I begin thrusting into her again. Grasping one with both hands, I use her body to fuck myself. Faster and faster as her toes curl on my chest. With my dick hardening to the point of pain and my balls drawing tight, I pull out. I stroke myself as Amelia braces up on her elbows to watch, tongue licking over her lips as her breaths quicken with mine. The minute she cups my balls, squeezing, I come harder than ever before. Everything inside, every part of me, twists tight as ropes of cum spurt across her body and over her tits.
I can barely hold myself up when she thumbs the beads on her nipples, bringing it to her mouth and sucking it clean.
Holy fuck! It’s the hottest thing ever, watching her lick her digit clean, her eyes never leaving mine until I pull her to me and kiss her again. Our intermingling tastes are unlike anything I’ve ever had. I can’t get enough, and neither can she as she holds on to me, arms wrapped so tight around my neck that it’s impossible to break away.
“Christ, you got me so worked up, I didn’t get to hear all the angels sing.”
“They’re overrated anyway.”
With a snicker, she murmurs, “What happens when Adam comes?”
“Huh?”
“What happens when Adam comes?”
“Umm…” I’m not really sure where this is going. My brain is still catching up with itself, so I go with the first thing that comes to mind. “Amelia jingles his balls?”
Her laugh is infectious as she says, “Good answer, but I think you’ll find he frosts the ginger cookie.”
A laugh bursts out of me at how bad the joke is, but she’s so damn cute that I can’t hold it against her even as I tell her, “Don’t ever tell anyone that joke. It’s so bad that it’s no joke.”
“It made you laugh!” Amelia kisses me again.
I don’t think I’ve kissed a woman or let a woman kiss me as much as she has.
“It’s not my fault my brain is still not with it. I swear it sounded funnier in here,” she yawns, tapping her head, and picking her up, I take her to my room.
We may need a nap to recoup, but I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
The snow has stopped temporarily, and the market has reopened with Christmas-themed stalls all crammed into one small lane that leads to what looks like an inflatable igloo ice rink. It’s a small-town answer to the big cities’ wonderlands. In actual fact, I think it’s better. Probably because of the woman walking alongside me singing along to “Last Christmas” as she sips on some mulled wine we bought when we arrived.