My hips jerked forward and up as I felt a twisting pleasure rolling forward and down through my core. That pleasure seemed to wrap itself around my sex as it spread down my inner thighs and to the back of my legs.
Almost instantly Josh moved his hands to my hips. He gripped super tight, his thumb driving hard against my hip bone. He pushed me down to the bed and moved over me, taking full control of my body and my pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I managed to groan, knowing there was no stopping the pleasure.
I was going to come.
My hands jumped from the bed to Josh’s hair. I made my fingers lock into the mess of his hair as I twisted and pulled, my body fighting to thrust forward harder against Josh's commanding pressure to keep me on the bed. The result was the most heart pounding and intense explosion of pleasure I’d ever felt.
In a way, I hated Josh for being able to do what he was doing to me.
I forgot all about the letter - all about Delilah - and was finally greedy for once.
It was about me. My body. The way it felt as the pulsing made my body move out of control… the same way Josh’s mouth moved with perfect control that felt like it was out of control.
It was impossible that he could be this good.
After the wave of pleasure came a wave of guilt.
Josh looked up at me with that same sexy, brooding look that he always had.
I wasn’t done with him.
He wasn’t done with me.
And I needed to know who Delilah was and what she meant to him.
Chapter 33
The Lines You See and Don’t
NOW
(Josh)
My lips tasted sweet, only because of her body.
It drove me wild as I kissed up her body, taking her shirt as I went, knowing I was far from done with her tonight. And as far as I could see, I was far from done with her tomorrow and the day after that one too.
She sat up on my bed as I took her shirt off.
She hurried to put her hands around my back, her nails taking a firm hold, wanting me right there. I put my fists to the bed and felt her kiss my chest. Her lips and tongue moving across my chest and down.
Amelia pushed at me and I stepped back, only to watch - and feel - her inching those little kisses of hers down my body. I took deep breaths, my cock throbbing inside my jeans. Everything I had once spoken to her and myself as trouble was now coming to life in a sense of reality that we both desperately needed.
I stepped back again, and Amelia moved to her knees before me.
With my right hand, I dug my fingers into her hair and moved it out of the way. My other hand hung next to my side, balled up tight.
Amelia was beautifully fierce, no hesitation, no looking up at me as she opened my jeans. Without a second to waste, she tugged them down, realizing that I was wearing nothing but those jeans as my thickness popped free for her taking.
Her hand gripped under my cock as she pressed her lips to my full tip. My hand curled tightly around her hair as I gritted my teeth. She had the power to destroy me in seconds, but there was no way I was letting this end too soon.
As her mouth eased over my fullness, her eyes looked up at me.
I never knew someone could go from innocent to seductive the way Amelia did.
My heart raced like it had done only once before in my life.
She moved her eyes down, focused on my body, inching her way down until there was no more room for her to take me. Her hand began to slide up and down, meeting her lips in a gentle motion.
She pulled back and moved away from me, letting her hand stroke up to my tip and then quickly back down to my root. She paused and gripped tightly, her mouth coming forward again. This time she challenged herself to take more of me. Watching her test her limits and beyond was beautiful and made me love her more.
Fuck. Amelia. I love you.
The words exploded in my brain and I caught myself using my left hand to guide her away from me. She did so and stared up at me, waiting for what I wanted next.
I bent enough so I could reach her. My hands moved around to the middle of her back and I twisted the clasp of her bra, the last piece of clothing separating her from being completely naked like she had been in the bathroom.
I lifted her by her sides, her full breasts gently bouncing as I placed her back on the bed.
I put my lips down to her ear and whispered, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Right now. Hurry.”
My mind needed to hear nothing else as I came down and drove myself forward, feeling the swell of her body as I entered her.
It was one long and hard thrust as I took myself to the hilt.
Her body jerked forward. Her hips lifted up as she cried out, then tried to bite at my shoulder.
We were connected, finally fucking connected.
There was a second or two where I was actually afraid to move, not wanting to be rid of this feeling as she sheathed me so tightly. I was ready to explode again.
Amelia was killing me.
In the most beautiful way ever.
I kissed her neck as I pulled back and thrust forward.
I kissed up to her mouth
