Little Miss trouble (coronation street)

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Amelia knew how she and Nick were making their relationship work. It wasn't easy. But she was trying to move on from all that happened with Peter.

He had all but broke her. And Nick was putting her back together. It wasn't easy at all. And she was trying to figure it all out to make it work.

She was happy with him. And she felt as though her life was finally working out. She knew that things weren't easy. And she just needed to somehow focus on the good.

Amelia woke in bed with Nick. She smiled to him. "Oh good morning," she said.

"Morning. I appear to be turned on. And it's all down to you wiggling your ass," he told her.

Amelia turned to him and smiled. She nodded and straddled him. "In that case, I think we need to do something about it," she said.

He made a light whimper, biting his lower lip as he watched her place him in her mouth.

Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.

Amelia released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Nick tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.

"Beautiful." He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.

She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.

Nick's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer.

He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.

Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.

Amelia's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.

He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.

Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."

Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box. "Babe. We don't really need the condom anymore," she said.

Nick lifted her shirt pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.

"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.

"You okay?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.

"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.

Nick's pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry. He appeared content with the position, something Anna wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.

His fingers slid to the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons.

His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.

Amelia dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage.

She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.

More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso.

She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.

He pinched slightly harder and she groaned, grumbling incoherently into the pillow. Mark's hand gripped her hair, tugging to elevate her head. "What was that?"

"Do it again Nick."

He chuckled, dropping his hold on her hair as his hands returned to her nipples. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, using the bouncing of her hips as a blueprint. When he began circling the puckered peaks, much like he would a clit,

Her body stilled and her chest lifted for better access. Her moaning increasing in volume until he felt her tighten around him.

Nick lessened the touch as he coaxed her down, giving into his own release when she was close to collapsing on the bed.

Amelia moaned as Nick pulled out of her. She grinned. "Has that sorted your problem?" She asked.

"Oh yes."

***
Amelia walked into her mum's flat. Lola was there and smiled to her. "Hey. How you doing?" Lola asked as she yawned.

Amelia nodded. "I'm okay. Just tired," she told her. She smiled. "How's my niece cooking?"

Lola rolled her eyes. "Annoying the crap out of me. But I know she'll be worth it."

"I can't wait to meet her. I'm excited," Amelia said. She looked around. "Where's mum?" She asked as she took a sip of coffee.

Lola shrugged. "Think she went to the factory I don't know. I woke up and she wasn't here," she told her.

Amelia nodded. She sighed and smiled. "I think I'm finally happy. I'm over Peter and all that drama that came with him," she said.

Lola smiled and nodded. She took her hand and looked to her. "I'm proud of you. You haven't had it easy at all. But you've overcome so much. And you'll never know how proud of you that I am," she said.

"Thanks Lo. Love you."

"Love you too."

***
Amelia walked into the factory. She saw her mum there and smiled. "Hi mum."

"Need to talk to you."

"What about?"

"About you. And how long you've been sleeping with Nick Tildsley. And why you haven't told me about it," Carla said.

Amelia looked to her mum in shock. But could she truly open up about how she felt for Nick?