Page 10 of Beautiful Storm

I'm ready for more, but when she still hasn’t released me, I struggle not to laugh. “Are you fighting with my zipper?” I pause, knowing I’m the one distracting her. “Don’t worry, not everyone is perfect.”

“Nobody is perfect, asshole. Least of all you. Less talking. It’s easier to pretend you're someone else.”

"Ouch." I huff out a laugh before rubbing my fingers across her entrance, making her entire body jolt. “Did—”

“If you insist on using that mouth,” she says, cutting me off, her eyes meeting mine in challenge as she lets go of my pants, “I have some suggestions.”

Damn, Amelia.“Dirty talk. I like it.”A lot.

Before she has a chance to say anything else, I drop to my knees and curl my fingers around her panties, dragging the silkymaterial down her legs. With her wet thong on the floor, she holds her knees together as though shy all of a sudden, but I don’t let her dwell on it. Instead, I grab her leg, lifting it to my shoulder as I open her wide, leaning in to lick her. Slowly.

And God, it’s good.

She tastes like that first deliciously satisfying lick of an ice cream you thought you’d never be able to eat.

I’m not going to pretend I’ve never pictured this moment, but it’s been years. Good thingsdocome to those who wait.

I lick her again and her whole body shakes, but it doesn’t feel like one of those this-is-incredible shakes, more of an I’m-going-to-fall shake.Has she never had sex against a wall before?

“I’ve got you, Amelia." I put her at ease. "You won't fall. Just enjoy it.”

The tension in her legs releases, and I smile to myself. She can tell me she hates me as much as she wants, but she just admitted she trusts me without a single word.

After giving her a few seconds to settle, I spread her with my fingers, and flatten my tongue against her soaked center before lavishing her with attention.

Finally getting my fill.

I lick, I tease, I nibble on her clit, doing all that I can to elicit those cries. And God, does she deliver.

She’s a writhing mess above me, struggling to take in air, gasping for pleasure, and I’m desperate for more. I want her screaming my name. I want her to remember me every time someone else attempts to make her feel half as good as I do.Am I cocky?Fuck yes, but it’s not without the knowledge that I’m right.

I don’t know how long I spend devouring Amelia’s pussy, but as her breathing picks up speed, I know she’s close. Her legs shake again, but I hold her still, keeping her steady so she can focus on her needs. On the pleasure I’m giving her.

She cries out, rolling her hips against my face a few times before stopping abruptly, a rushed apology leaving her mouth.

“Fuck, no,” I admonish. “Don’t ever apologize. Take what you need. Ride my face. Suffocate me. I want tofeelyou when you come for me.”

I suck her clit into my mouth as I mix things up, pumping two fingers inside her. A high-pitched mewl escapes her and she involuntarily bucks into me. But instead of pausing this time, she continues her movements, finally seeking her pleasure.

“That’s it, Amelia. Take it. Fuck my face. Hard.”

“Jesus, Luke,” she moans, her voice higher than usual. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making you feel good. Stop thinking. It’s not good for anyone.”

She pauses again, but this time when she starts moving, I sense a shift. And God, do I like it. Sinking her hands into my hair, she pulls at the strands, locking me against her as her hips pivot in rhythm.

Doing as asked, she fucks my face with abandon as my cock throbs in my pants, begging for action. But it can wait. She needs to finish at least once to ensure she’s ready for me.

I swirl my tongue over her clit and she lets out a high-pitched gasp, forcing me to bite back a groan. Curling my fingers inside her, I brush against her wall as my tongue continues, working her until her body convulses, her walls tightening as she calls out in ecstasy. “God, fuck. Yes.”

That’s it, Ace. Almost there.

She cries out again and…Fuck, did I just think of her as Ace?

I continue my ministrations as her orgasm hits, her center pulsing against me as her ragged breaths fill the air between us. She’s a beautiful mess while I pretend I wasn’t thinking about the nickname I gave her when we were friends, as opposed to the name I bestowed heraftershe decided she was too good for me.

She grabs my hair, the wall, her breasts, anything she can hold on to as her high overwhelms her, bringing my attention back to the present, her frantic moans hardening my length.

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