She looks spectacular in this low lighting; flushed cheeks, swollen lips, curious eyes. There are a thousand dirty things I'm dying to do to her, but we have to take baby steps, as much as I hate to move slowly like this. She nods her head slowly in response to my previous question.
"Not here," she mumbles, referring to our seated position on the couch. I immediately pick her up in my arms and head towards the staircase at the far end of the room. Amelia wraps her long legs around my torso and clings onto my shoulders as she leans forward and kisses down my neck. I'm really not going to last long if she keeps this up and we've barely even started. What the fuck has this woman done to me? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I kick the bedroom door shut with my foot and lay her down on the bed before I make quick work of her jeans, tugging them down her legs and discarding them to some corner of the room. She giggles as she pulls herself upwards and reaches for my belt.
"W-would it feel good if yours were off too?" Her soft mumbling question has an immediate effect on me, the mere mention of her wanting to take off my pants leaves me with a semi. I nod my head and she starts to take my belt off before I take over. My jeans are discarded at the foot of the bed before I climb onto the bed with her and kiss her lips feverishly. I find that they tend to ache when they aren't pressed against hers, my body willing itself to be in constant contact with hers whenever it can.
She seems hesitant to make the first move so I do it, pushing her body gently up towards the top of the bed and sitting down on the sheets. I help her swing her leg over so she sits astride me. Even though I'm desperately hoping she won't, I remind her that she can say stop at any point.
"I want to," her chest rises and falls quickly as she speaks, the words are music to my ears. I place my hands on her hips and she lifts up her hips and gently rolls them against mine. She starts to develop a slow, torturous rhythm and I slide my hands down to the hem of her shirt, slowly sliding it up her body and over her head. Her hands tug at my own shirt and I aid in its removal, throwing it over her shoulder to land down with our other discarded clothing. If it were anyone else who was so slowly teasing me, I would flip us over and dominate them completely, pushing us both quickly to our release. But watching her take control, her head tilting backwards as she rubs herself against me, money just can't buy how good that feels.
She releases a few soft moans as I admire her physique. Her breasts are straining against the pale pink material of her bra, my fingers are itching to play with them. Instead, I place my hands on her hips and help her move her hips, helping her develop a faster but more steady rhythm.
"Fuck, Amelia," I grunt as I lean my head forward and place kisses down her chest. I can feel how wet she is through my boxers, and no doubt she can feel how hard I am. She places her hands on my shoulders, digging her nails in slightly as the pace increases. I can tell she's close by the flurry of moans and soft curse words that fall from her lips.