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I graze the sides of her torso, adoring the way she is soft against my calloused soul. I push the material up, bunching it just under her sternum. Her skin here is soft and tanned, like the rest of her. I just need her to trust me. It doesn’t matter if she is wary of the rest of the world, she ismine. I feel her body tense under my palms and I push her through it. Her stomach is pillowy in the way it gives under my hands, the silvery stripes of her stretched skin on her torso are reminders of a life lived.

They’re her kintsugi.

“I bet you run your hands down this body, giving yourself the love you crave, the attention you’re starved for. I think you do, baby. I think you tug these tits until you cry out, rolling your nipples between your fingers. You move down, dancing along these sinful curves until you reach where you ache.” My hands are back at the crest of her hips, resting over the hem of those bike shorts, her skin a contrast to the slick material. I slip one finger slightly beneath them, teasing and coaxing the soft, bare skin.

I hold eye contact, seeing the instant Amelia begins to slip into that place she retreats to. It tells me I’m nearing the point of no return, that I am approaching her limits.

“Stay with me, Amelia. Stay right here. Let me play.” Her eyes lock on mine and I see them come back to the present.Good girl, kochanie.

A soft okay falls from her lips and I look up. Her head is tilted up, that neck I’d very much love to run kisses down exposed. I feel her hip come up, seeking the movement I’ve stalled in giving. I ghost my touch along Amelia’s inner thigh, dancing along her skin. Finally cupping her through the material, I feel her wetness seep through. Amelia moans and I push the heel of my hand against her clit, increasing my pressure against her heat.

I want her to yield, to trust me to ensure that she is safe and cherished.

“More, Rhodes. I need more.”

This will be where she’ll fight me, caught between what her body wants and what her mind won’t allow. I withdraw my hand from the heaven between those thighs, earning a whimper of opposition. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband, I look up at her, seeing the panic creeping in as she shakes her head against the pillow. I start to pull them away from her body, the slightest drag against her. Her stomach tenses, fists balling into the blankets beneath her. I pause, knowing that if I continue, she’ll likely use her safeword. While I want to challenge her, the last thing I want is to send her into a panic. Being bare with me is a hard limit for her and I will honor that.

“Do you use a vibrator,kochanie?” Her eyes dart to mine, hesitation laced within them. “I’m not taking your clothes off because you tensed at the suggestion of me seeing all of you, bared before me. So, let me use a toy and get you seeing stars, okay?” I had ordered an assortment to keep at my place for her pleasure and couldn’t wait to tease her. Torment her.Own her.

Amelia sighs, a resigned groan coming from her. I lean over her sinful body, my chest draped across her, and open the drawer of my nightstand.I won’t hesitate when it comes to her pleasure.There is an assortment to choose from and I find myself smiling internally as I make a choice. Amelia may have walls built around the physicality of sex, but when it comes to her own gratification, she will learn that I pull no punches. She is the entirety of my world. I run my fingers along the various vibrators, stilling over a pair of nipple clamps. Perhaps we could build up to using those, the thought of her pert nipples trapped is a tantalizing idea. I glance back at her.

“Which is your favorite, baby?” Her hands fly to her face, effectively hiding herself from me, and I chuckle. A muffled noise comes from her, and it sounds like her vibrator of choice is a rabbit vibrator. There’s only one in my collection that matches that description, and I tilt my head, grabbing it before settling back beside her. There is a large bulbous end that has ribbing along it before tapering to a smaller head that would nestle against her clit. That head is pebbled and there is a notch where, if I wanted, I could ensure that her swollen nub lay right in the crevice. This would likely fill her, stuffing her needy pussy, while the button on the handle allows for control of the pattern of vibrations.

I hold it above us, clicking it on, before touching it to her arm. Goosebumps rise and follow the path I’m tracing along the planes of Amelia. I work my way toward the middle of her body, dipping the toy into her belly button before dipping my head to circle it with my tongue. I continue the assault on her body, vibrations of varying intensities humming as I reach the crux of her thighs. Her breath hitches, and I run the toy over her bike shorts, paying special attention to her slit.

“Can I dip this inside your shorts, Amelia?” Her eyes are closed and she is lost to the sensations overpowering her mind. This is what I wanted. I need Amelia to experience this bliss fully, without having to wage war with herself.

“Please,” a broken whimper falls into the silent room.

I run the toy along the waistband before dipping it against her hot center. My skin doesn’t touch hers, the toy creating a buffer between us. The fabric of her shorts makes everything snug and adds a delicious pressure to my hand and to her cunt. I keep my eyes on her face, wanting to see her fall apart. Ineedto see her fly.

Running the toy along her slick pussy, I notch the larger head at the opening of her sex and wait. My thumb clicks the button twice and I feel the pulsing increase in both speed and strength.This will be useful later when I want to edge her.

“Rhodes.”

I hum, refusing to move my hand despite her hips starting to buck and grind themselves against the toy. I want her whiny, aching,needy.

“Please, Rhodes. Ple-” I slam the toy into her, pressing it firmly along her cunt and holding it there unrelenting. My hand moves to her hip, pinning her ass to the bed and forcing her to take what I give her. One click of the button pushes the vibrator to the highest setting and Amelia erupts.

Her back bows off the bed, fingers weaving themselves into the knit blanket under her. A crescendo of pleasure fills the air, the shaking of limbs melding with the scream of exhilaration. I feel her orgasm leak down my hand, coating both the toy and me. I’ve never been more proud of another soul.

I keep the toy there, easing her back to existence before slipping it from her shorts. She’s gently panting, licking those now dry lips, and her heavy eyes meet mine as the smallest of smiles creeps along her lips. I set the toy down and lift my fingers to my mouth, sucking the essence of her off them, making sure not a single drop is missed.

“Even better than potatoes.”

CHAPTER 19

Rhodes---Give Me You

It has been a long few weeks, both of us slammed with work, and now, mykochanieis making up for lost time. Amelia throws one leg over my torso, straddling me as she tugs at the hem of my henley. Her hands create a fire as they begin pushing my shirt higher, igniting a primal instinct within me. She’s wearing a brown sweater and a pair of black lounge shorts that are too short for anyone’s eyes but mine. Her Medusa tattoo peeks out from the hem, the grey-scale lines a work of art on her thigh. Amelia had told me that she was adorned with a few tattoos, the largest being this one. I grip her hips firmly as she nips at my jaw, biting then licking, before raking her mouth down the front of my neck.

“We shouldn’t, baby.”

Her hands stop, my shirt covering them as she flexes her fingertips against my torso. She shakes her head, hair falling out from her loose ponytail.

“Give me one reason why.”

She sits up, reaching for the sweater covering her body. The brown knit drags up her body, revealing a panel of lace.Fuck. Me. Gods, just take me now.As she pulls the sweater higher, more of her is unveiled. The bodysuit is midnight blue; the sheer paneling laying like a lover against her skin. The way it molds to her is a love letter I am unworthy of reading. My eyes take in the whole of her, her full breasts barely contained in those satin cups, the thin straps easily able to be pulled down her shoulders. The bodysuit is a mixture of demure and sensual; a seamless vision of wicked seduction without revealing too much of what is underneath. Amelia is soft in the best possible way, the way her body looks right now—no, howshelooks—is damn near religious. There is fire in her eyes, flickering against the grey.

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