Page 47 of The One I Love
She nods as her hand wraps around my dick. “You got to have your fun last night. Now it’s my turn.”
I don’t know where this bold Amelia is coming from, but I like it.
No. Iloveit.
This woman is the epitome of strong. She’s overcome so much and battled for everything in her life. Paul made her weak—through no fault of her own, that’s just what you get when you’re with a narcissistic asshole—and it has taken heryears to remember who she was. Her initiating this, and us last night, those are just a few more of the steps to Amelia finally becoming the woman she deserves to be.
Strong. Loved. Cherished. Satisfied.
And I want to help her get to all of that.
“Amelia…” My voice is a low grunt as her hand starts working me. Her touch is gentle, maybe a little tentative, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like heaven.
“Do you like it?”
I roll her slightly on top of me, because I need to kiss the nonsense out of this woman’s mouth right now. “There will never be anything you do that I don’t love.”
This makes her smile and gives her a little more confidence, as her hand starts working a little faster. Her grip becomes tighter as she moves back and forth on me. She pulls up the covers before starting to leave a trail of kisses around my chest. It slightly tickles, but feels so good in combination with her hand working me over.
Her lips move lower and lower, soon landing on my pelvic bone. Shit…is she about to?
“Amelia. You don’t have to do that.”
And she doesn’t. Would I like her to? More than I want my next breath. But never would I ask her to do something, or expect her to do something, she doesn’t want. But if she wants to? If it’s her decision? I’ll let her do anything, give her anything she wants. No questions asked.
“I know.” Her voice is muffled as she’s still under the sheets. “I want to. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. But I might need some help.”
“Whatever you want, beautiful. Whatever you want.”
She nods as she hesitantly licks the tip of my cock. I think it grows another two sizes just from that small touch. I push the sheet farther away so I can look at her. I want to watch her. Iwant to see her find her confidence and her sexuality. But at the same time, she feels too good. My eyes close, and my head falls back as she slowly takes all of me into her mouth.
Holy fuck…
Blowjobs have always been just okay for me. If a woman wants to give me one, I don’t turn it down. But in my experience, they always fall flat. I never came because of it. It was just a means to an eventual end.
But right now with Amelia? I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better. Her mouth is warm and soft. Her hand is working in tandem with her mouth, feeling all of me at any given moment. With every stroke and every lick, she’s getting bolder. Which means I’m getting closer and closer.
“Amelia. You feel so good.”
I force my eyes open, not wanting to miss a minute of this. I take her hair in my hand, making sure not to be too forceful as her mouth moves up and down on me. She seems to like this, as her hips begin to writhe, her ass up in the air. I reach over to her, needing to feel her hot center, but she’s just out of reach. I do my best to push myself up a bit without stopping Amelia, which gives me just the angle I need to be able to slowly start rubbing her. Holy shit, she’s wet. So fucking wet I can’t help but let out a groan. Between her mouth, her pussy, and just Amelia being in my bed, I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold on.
I slowly slide my finger into her, which makes her stop for just a second as she takes in the sudden pressure. “Shane. What are you doing?”
“You don’t worry about me. Just keep taking my cock in that beautiful mouth of yours.”
I worry for a second that my dirty mouth—the one I’ve been forcing back since last night—might scare her off. But the glint in her eye is sayingotherwise.
I brush a stray piece of hair out of her face and into my hand as Amelia’s mouth is back on me. I twist my finger, hitting the spot that makes her back arch, but it only urges her on even more. Her speed picks up, and I swear she’s taking me even deeper than she was before. I can’t stop staring at her. She’s gorgeous. Fierce. Taking what she wants. It’s fucking hot as hell.
It’s also about to make me come harder than I have in my life.
Feeling it about to hit, I do my best to gently pull her up just as the first shot hits my stomach. I look down and see her brown eyes wide in fascination as she continues to stroke me. It’s enough to get me hard all over again. Finally I collapse back into the bed, my cum spilled on me and my breath heavy. I reach down to touch Amelia, needing to feel her right now, but she’s not there. When I open my eyes she’s crawling back on the bed, a warm wash cloth in her hands.
“I’m sorry I didn’t swa?—”
I grab her wrist and pull her to me, needing to quickly kiss away whatever nonsense was about to come out of her mouth. “Don’t you dare apologize.”
“But I?—”
