Page 150 of Beautiful Storm

Amelia grabs my hand and places it over her stomach in time for me to feel Jelly Bean kick again. “There you are, Angel.” I smile as my heart races. “Not long now.”

“You know what else isn’t far away?”

“What?”

“Your practice. You have to go.”

Shit! “I do. I’ll be home later. I love you both.” I kiss her softly on the cheek and stomach before taking off toward the hallway, grabbing my keys, pausing momentarily when Amelia calls out, “We love you too,” making my chest swell, giving me the extra strength I need to focus.

Our practice goes well but I’m mentally exhausted by the time it’s finished with everything catching up with me. We’ve been pushing ourselves to the limits, but God do we mesh. I don’t know what’s different about this year, but we are working in sync like I’ve never experienced before. And it’s addictive. The better we play, the better we want to be. We’re unstoppable.

I’m feeling good when I get home, but when I walk in, it’s silent, sending a small spark of disappointment through me. Ispent most of my adult life coming home to no one, but now that I’ve had a taste of it, I like having Amelia around.

After dumping my bag, I tiptoe up to the bedroom, expecting Amelia to be napping. But when I find the room empty, I panic until I hear movement from the en suite, spinning around as Amelia steps into view, wearing my jersey.Nothing but my jersey.

“I didn’t think you’d want this to go to waste.” She waves her hands in front of her body as I swallow a lump in my throat, my eyes drawn to the apex of her bare legs.

And God, is she beautiful.

“Amelia. Fuck. Get over here.”

She giggles as she sashays my way, swaying her hips as she moves, her playful gaze locked on mine. And the second she’s within reach, I pull her into me, one hand slipping under the jersey while I grab her chin with the other, tilting her face to mine.

“I have to admit. I pictured this. But seeing it? Fuck, you’re a vision. Don’t ever take it off.”

“Ever?”

“Ever. Ever.”

“Noted.” She laughs and the sound runs through me before I lean down and press my lips to hers, exploring her mouth in a slow kiss. Without parting, I walk her back to the bed and spin around until her legs hit the mattress, but before I can lift her, she breaks away and sits down, reaching for the band of my sweatpants.

“Amelia.”

“I’m not on my knees so you can’t say no.” She pulls my pants and briefs down in one go, watching as my cock springs to attention, already hard from me picturing sliding into her with my name branded on her back.

She licks her lips and I stifle a groan as my cock twitches.

“Am—”

She cuts me off when she circles her hands around my legs and pulls me forward before gently wrapping her fingers around the base of my shaft and pressing her lips to my tip. I bite back another groan as she licks away the pre cum and sucks my length into her mouth.

“Jesus Christ.”

She works in a perfect rhythm, her hand pumping me as she alternates between sucking and licking, all while staring up at me, her wanton gaze boring into mine as I fight to stave off my release.

“God, Amelia. This is heaven, but I want to come inside you. No, I need to.”

She gasps against my cock, and the vibrations make me jolt until I pull out of her mouth and lift her to standing. “Onto the bed,” I demand, watching her eyes widen before she does as she’s told, turning around and crawling on, the jersey lifting to reveal she’s completely naked underneath.

She pauses with her ass in the air and glances over her shoulder, a coy expression in place. “Like this?”

“Hell no.” As much as I would love to take her from behind, she’s seven and a half months pregnant, so that can wait. “You need to lie down and get comfortable. I want to make you feel good. What’s best for you?”

“Oh. Um…lying on my left side?”

“Done.”

She lies down as I crawl in behind her, positioning myself with my cock resting against her ass. She jumps at the sudden intrusion before wriggling her ass to burrow into me while I picture negative thoughts to stop myself from coming.

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