Page 79 of Never Quiet

Raking her fingers through his hair, she explored the lines and angles of his face in a way she’d never been able to do before.

Staring into his eyes, she worked her body over him, watched the way his body strained, felt the way his hands opened and closed on her hips, enjoyed the way he met her motions, and listened to him pant.

“I like the way you feel, Erick. I like touching you.”

His voice was hoarse as he replied, “I’m glad. Your touch is fucking heavenly, Amanda.”

Reaching between them, she opened the closure of his board shorts and he held her hand against him to stop her.

“You touch me, I’ll come, Amanda. I’m barely hanging on.” The brilliance of his eyes was brighter than usual.

“Trust me, Erick.”

Shaking, he loosened his hold. She slid off his lap to her knees between his legs. His eyes were huge and his hand gripped the arm of the chair with white knuckles.

His other hand grabbed her shoulder, held her back.

She pushed his t-shirt up and forced him to let her go so she could get it off. He was lean and defined from his hours working on the water with the charter company, doing his research. She scratched her nails over his nipples, his abs, and slid her palm into his shorts.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock as he stared at her, visibly shaking, breathing rapidly in near panic. Using her other hand, she separated the shorts. She held his cock in her hand and stared at him in interest.

“It’s prettier than I thought it would be.”

Then she leaned forward, took the head between her lips, and he gasped her name as he came seconds later. Moaning, shaking, his hand went into her hair, clenching and releasing in the strands.

She swallowed, interested in the texture, the flavor. As he softened, she took him deeper and his hips rocked in reflex, his groans echoing softly in the room.

After a long time, she lifted away and put his shorts back together. Sitting back on her heels, she smiled. “Better?”

He stared at her, his breathing ragged. One moment he was limp, spent, against the back of the chair. The next, he bent forward to lift her to her feet, turned her away from him, and pulled her down over his lap.

His arms around her, holding her back to his chest, Erick murmured, “Amanda, you destroy me.”

Loosening his hold around her torso, his palm slipped across her stomach, up to cup her breast. She exhaled sharply and he planted a kiss on the skin in front of her ear. His other hand smoothed down her stomach to stroke over the skin of her thigh, nudging it to the outside of his leg.

Moving back up, lightly skimming his fingers over her folds through her clothes, he slipped under the hem of her t-shirt and rested his palm on her abdomen.

The warmth was incredible.

Slipping beneath her shorts, her panties, he rested his hand over skin that was hypersensitive. She whimpered and reached behind her to hold the back of his head.

“If you knew how many times I imagined exactly this. Holding you in my arms and touching you like this, you’d be shocked.”

His hand moved down, up again, his fingers sliding through the cleft of her, circling her clit. Her upper body arched as she whispered his name and he tightened his hold. Slipping under her t-shirt, he lifted her bra away and plumped her breast.

His forehead against her hair, his words were warm against her ear. “Your skin is hot, wet. I’ve never wanted to touch, taste, or fuck another person as badly as I want all those things with you, Amanda.”

He slipped the tip of his finger inside her, stroking gently twice before returning to the little bundle of nerves. Shaking, she gripped his hair as her hips rocked of their own accord. He repeated the motion, going a little deeper, and she moaned.

“This is where I want to be. Right here. Pushing into tight, wet heat. Feeling you wrapped around my cock.” Her body felt too hot, shaky, her breathing labored. “I can’t wait to feel you come while I’m inside you. The way your pussy will tighten like a vise. I won’t be able to take it, Amanda.”

The instant he returned to her clit, she came with a small cry, his name a chant on her lips. He continued to pet her gently as she rode the climax.

“The shock of your touch, something I’ve wanted for so long, snatched away my control twice now.” He kissed her skin. “I won’t be taken by surprise again. I plan to worship you, Amanda. To make sure I leave you as shaken, boneless, and satisfied as humanly possible.”

“E-Erick…coming again.”

“Yes. Yes, Amanda.”

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