She licked her lips, her eyes still at half-mast, but then she nodded, as if gaining control herself. “Yeah. Probably smart.” She gave me a tight-lipped smile. “The food is getting cold anyway.”
“Shit,” I grumbled and looked over my shoulder.
“What?”
I faced her, gave in to the urge, and gave her a small kiss, but then I turned away to go to the table and dig out the ice cream. “Forgot I bought this. Probably half melted by now.”
She smiled, and this one reached her eyes, her desire taking a backseat to our evening. I wanted her right back on the flames though. Fuck, I wanted that.
“Here, let me put it in the freezer.” She took the pint and walked to the fridge. My eyes were locked on her ass, the jeans she wore molding perfectly to her apple-shaped ass.
My cock jerked even harder, the bastard hard even before I got out of my truck. It had become painfully stiff when I’d seen her, and even more so when I finally touched her.
Needing something to do—and to keep my hands busy—I turned and grabbed the paper bag in one hand, the pizza in the other, and faced Amelia. She grabbed a few plates and faced me, a secret smile on her face. I wanted to explore that look, see what she was hiding, uncover what really made her feel good.
Mind out of the gutter, man.
Once in the living room, we sat on the couch, and I made sure I was as close as possible to her without dragging her perfect, sweet ass right across my lap. She found us a movie, one I couldn’t even describe because all I was focused on was her.
I was pretty sure the movie was a comedy by the amount of times I watched Amelia smile or heard her laugh, but other than that, I had no idea what the hell was going on. I stared at the screen but focused on my peripheral. I’d eaten two pieces of pizza already, but my appetite was for something else—or rather for someone else.
Amelia still worked on her first, but the slices from Cherry Pie were about double the size of what a normal one would be. I looked to the side to watch her—as stealthy as I could—and was amazed that even the act of her eating was so fucking sexy. And thank God she was so engrossed in the movie that she wasn’t noticing what a fucking creeper I was, because I couldn’t stop watching her.
“I don’t think I can even finish this piece,” she suddenly said and looked at me, and I froze as I was caught staring. Her smile was slow, and she leaned forward and placed her half-eaten pizza slice on the plate, grabbed a napkin to wipe her hands and mouth off, then tilted her head to glance at me again. For a second, she said nothing, just watched me.
“W-What?” I cleared my throat, my voice cracking like I was some damn teenager going through puberty.
Her smile widened. “Oh nothing, just wondering how you liked the movie.” She grabbed one of the vanilla brown sugar cupcakes out of the plastic container, leaned back, and started peeling down the wrapper that lined it.
“The movie?” I snapped my head to the TV, seeing the couple kissing, picturing Amelia and me doing that, then internally told my cock to calm the fuck down when the fucker jerked. “It’s good.” The credits started rolling. “It was good.”
She started laughing softly, and I looked at her again, seeing her focus on the screen as she brought the cupcake to her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of it where the icing met the cake. I felt my eyelids get heavy as desire washed through me, and I actually found myself leaning forward, staring so fucking hard there was no doubt she couldn’t feel it.
Amelia slowly turned her head and looked at me, pulling the cupcake away, a small dollop of frosting smeared across her full bottom lip. “Bella’s makes the best cupcakes,” she said softly, but her voice sounded distorted to my ears, because my heart was thundering so hard it drowned out everything else. “Their frosting is so sweet.”
I leaned forward, captured her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and ran my tongue along the swell of her bottom lip. I pulled back when I licked off that smear of frosting and stared into her eyes. “Not as sweet as you.” Her eyelids dropped a bit more, her breathing picking up.
She lifted her hand and ran the pad along the top, gathering frosting on the digit before bringing it to my mouth. I opened right away, sucking on her, licking off all the frosting that coated her index finger, groaning at how fucking hot this moment was.
This rough sound left me as she slowly pulled her finger away, but I still had a hold of her chin and gently pulled her forward so I could kiss her. Our tongues moved together, the sweet taste of vanilla and brown sugar unable to mask Amelia’s intoxicating, addicting flavor.
I was so lost in her, for her. Everything made sense when she was with me.
We kissed for long moments, slow, drugging pulls and nips, licks and sucks of our lips and tongues. I couldn’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.
I kept my hands to myself—relatively enough anyway. I slid the hand holding her chin to her cheek, keeping her in place as I made love to her mouth as slowly and thoroughly as I possibly could. I didn't want this to end. And when she broke away, I swallowed, pulling on all my self-control not to yank her onto my lap, lose the “making love” aspect of kissing, and go right to the “mouth-fucking” part.
“Braxton,” she whimpered and was kissing me again, our bodies so close I was burning alive with my need to part her thighs and bury myself deep inside her.
“I want you,” she moaned against my mouth, our tongues meeting again, pressing together, sliding against the other. We were intimately dueling, the thrusting motions of me pressing into her mouth before retreating, of her following me, needing more, wasn’t lost on me. It was erotic, so fucking erotic.
“We have all the time in the world, Amelia,” I groaned against her mouth and kissed her harder, her breaths coming out in hard pants, ones I inhaled and took into my body. “We don’t have to rush anything.” Fuck, even I heard how pained I sounded as the words left me.
She pulled away, and I gasped, trying to control myself. It was a losing battle. All I could think about was we’d waited so long already, but I still said the words, because she needed them. It may have only been a couple of weeks since we officially started dating, but I wanted Amelia for so long, and she wanted me. I felt like so much time had passed already, but I was a patient man, especially with Amelia.
She held all the power.
10
Amelia
I knew Braxton was it for me. I knew I wanted him to be my first.
Honestly, I want him to be the only man who knows what my body looks like without a stitch of clothing on. I want him to be the only man who knows what I feel like… there.
“I want you to be the only one who knows what my moans sound like.” I felt my eyes widen as that spilled from my mouth before I could stop it. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, those words intimate and personal and meant for my head only. But as embarrassment filled me, I knew there was no turning back.
And maybe that was the thing that needed to happen, because as the arousal increased between us, my desire and Braxton's mixing together to make this supermassive explosion, all I could feel was him.
I knew my words shocked him. I could see it on his face, in the way his nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply. I swore I could feel his pleasure because of those softly spoken words.