Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Her hand finds mine and guides it lower. “Then stop talking,” she says, voice trembling and hungry. “And start showing me.”
My hands find her hips, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear. She shivers, but her skin flushes with heat. I tilt her chin so she keeps looking forward. “Eyes on us.”
She watches as I snake a hand between her legs, and she parts them for me. I’ve barely touched her pussy, but her thighs are already sticky, and I groan. Fuck. She’s already so wet for me, and my body reacts to it. I can already feel the beads of precome wetting my boxers.
Amelia has driven me crazy with lust, and now that she’s here in the flesh, I’m about to spontaneously combust. And by God, I feel like the luckiest man in the world because she’s giving this gift to me. The gift of her.
I touch her clit with my finger, and her back arches again, her fingers digging into my forearm. Holding her gaze in the mirror, I tease her taut nub, alternating between gently stroking it and sliding my finger along her wet, soft slit.
She closes her eyes and gasps. “Oh, God.”
I growl. “Open those beautiful eyes, Amelia.”
She snaps them open and bites her bottom lip. Her thighs tighten around my hand, and she begins moving her hips. But I take my hand out and go back to the bed, spinning us and laying her down gently.
Amelia sits on her elbows. “Why did you stop?”
I chuckle and kneel before her, lifting her leg and draping it over my shoulder. “Just keep watching.”
With how the mirrors are positioned—strategically and intentionally, I might add—she has a full frontal view of herself and a side view of me going down on her.
I part her lips with my fingers and maintain eye contact as I drag my tongue along her pussy, flattening it on her clit.
“Oh, Jesus.” She digs her ass into the mattress and lifts her face to the ceiling. “Fuck.”
My tongue flickers, and I worship her with languid circles, taking note of when she clenches her thighs or lets out a whimper. She fists the sheets, and I watch in amusement as she forces her eyes open, fighting against her instinct to close them, and let the pleasure wash over her.
I lift the other leg over my shoulder and shove my tongue deeper inside her pussy, groaning at the taste of her. Fuck, how can someone taste this good?
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Adam!” Amelia traps my head with her thighs and rides my face. Fuck, yes. She rubs her pussy against me while I keep my tongue inside her. And she explodes. A gush of wetness coats my tongue, and I continue to lap at her.
Her thighs shake, and her pussy flutters around me. By the time she slumps back on the bed, I smile against her and plant a soft kiss on her inner thigh.
Even after she came, primal desire pulses between us. The air is so thick with it, and I can practically taste it on my tongue. And my cock is so fucking hard, I won’t be surprised if it tears itself free from my pants.
“Adam, that was … that was…”
I hover above her, hands braced on either side of her head. “Oh, sweetheart. You think we’re done?”
At this, she smiles. “We better fucking not be.”
“Good because while I don’t intend to cross everything on the list in one night, I want to at least do half.”
Her eyes widen, the gears turning in her head. She’s probably trying to rack her brain about number five, and I see the exact moment she remembers. “Y-you mean?”
“I’ve never had public sex before, but there’s always a first time.”
Excitement flashes across her features as she sits back up, almost headbutting me. “Where?”
“The terrace.”
“Take me there now.”
I chuckle against her neck. “So impatient.”
“Adam, I swear to God—”
The words die on her tongue as I capture her mouth in a kiss.
5
AMELIA
Icould absolutely orgasm from Adam’s kisses alone. The man claims my mouth like he’s a starving man tasting his first meal in years, and I love it. God, I love it so much because I’ve never been kissed like this. Never.
The door to his terrace is barely closed before he’s pressing me against it.
Cool glass kisses my back. Warm lips kiss everything else.
I’m fully naked, and he has stripped down to his boxers and nothing else. Based on how the thin fabric molds to his cock, I can tell he’s gifted there, too. Apparently, he’s God’s gift to us women. By women, I mean me. Just me. I don’t share.
We’re outside—well, sort of. His terrace is private-ish, shielded by tall planters and the shadow of the building, but still open to the night. The city lights flicker just beyond, stars above us, the rush of distant traffic humming like background noise to the way he touches me.