Page 101 of Amnesia

“You’re drenched,” he whispered, sliding his finger inside me.

I gasped and glanced down. He paused, unmoving.

Our eyes met. “Am?”

“Deeper, Eddie. Go deeper.” I urged.

His finger surged deep, stroked against my inner walls, and my hands gripped the sheets beside me. I lifted my hips, and he slid a second finger inside. The next thing I felt were his lips closing around the swollen bud at the center of my body. He sucked and licked it as his fingers pumped inside me.

Need hammered within me, and all I could think about was getting closer to him, for him to hurry.

I grabbed his hair, tugging him closer. His laugh vibrated my clit, and I groaned. My knees were shaking, knocking against his head, and beneath us the mattress shook.

Eddie lifted his head, his lips slick and shiny.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

He crawled up my body, lying over me completely. He tasted like me, and I couldn’t get enough.

I felt the tip of his thick head at the center of my body. I opened my legs, inviting him in. His cock slid along my slit, but didn’t penetrate. I felt the silky lubricant from my core coat him, and I started to pant.

“I want to be inside you, Am,” he said, his voice strained.

“Please.” I urged, opening my legs farther.

In one long stroke, he slid inside. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. He felt big, and I was tight. A momentary pinch of pain hit me, but then my body stretched around him, the slick wetness between my legs reducing friction.

Eddie’s body was vibrating, his arms shaking as he supported his weight. I felt him struggle to hold himself still, his eyes seeking out mine.

I cupped the side of his face and smiled.

Relief shone in his face, and then he smiled, too.

He started moving, slow at first. Long, easy strokes that felt like a fire was being lit inside me. I marveled at the fact he was closer to me than anyone else. I thought it might be awkward to have someone actually moving in me, but it wasn’t at all.

It was powerful. Heady. Something I couldn’t get enough of.

I felt my body begin to strain. His slow, easy strokes weren’t enough. My fingernails sank into his biceps, and I squeezed him, surging up against his hips. Eddie’s eyes flashed, and he began to move. Faster, harder…

I began to pant. I whispered his name.

“Let go,” he told me.

I did. Bright lights burst behind my eyelids. Pleasure like I’d never experienced before rolled over me like a tidal wave. Pure bliss was all I felt, and it was amazing.

Eddie made a sound, and I glanced up. His eyes were closed, his jaw locked. I surged my hips up, our bodies grinding together. He shouted and his body began to convulse, and deep inside me, I felt him pulse.

After we both came down off the high, he exhaled and collapsed. Wrapping his arms around me, Eddie rolled so I wasn’t pinned beneath him. Instead, I lay draped over his chest, our legs so tangled together I wasn’t sure what was his and what was mine. It didn’t matter really. Everything I was now belonged to him.

His palm covered the entire side of my head. He stroked my hair and pressed his lips to the center of my forehead. “Are you okay?”

I giggled. “I’m perfect.”

“Was that a laugh?” he asked. I could actually hear the way he raised just a single eyebrow when he spoke.

Against his chest, I smiled. “Maybe.”

“Are you laughing at my skills in the bedroom?” He poked me in the ribs, and another giggle came out.

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