Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
He moved us over to the bed. I straddled him with both my legs on either side of him. Although I felt slightly out of my element, every move I made came naturally. His fingers leisurely moved through my damp hair to palm the back of my neck. In return my body arched against him. He pulled me in for a deep kiss. My eyes fluttered closed as I allowed him to take control of my mouth with his masterful lips.
His mouth followed a path from my lips down my neck where he began his attentive care. Slowly and passionately he laid a burning kiss over each of my marks. Each kiss felt like a sweet, hot brand against my skin. The further down he went the more he eased me back to get to where we wanted.
I took my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle my moans. He was so close I could feel his breath against me once again. All of a sudden, I heard Elijah curse under his breath.
"Fuck, Amelia, I can feel you through my jeans. " He hissed, "ready and wet for me."
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I unknowingly began working up a soft grind between us as he explored every inch of me. The friction I had built up from the zipper of his crotch against my clit was nearly enough to drive me over the edgy.
"Ah!" My voice cracked when he nipped the side of my pelvis. I instantly arched back into him, wanting more. I tried to start up my dirty rhythm once more but he appeared to have other plans in mind.
"Undo the belt," Elijah instructed. "Pull the zipper down."
Through hooded eyes I gazed down at his pants. From there I saw how tightly his erection pressed against the denim material. After I undid his belt my hands moved down to his zipper. No boxers this time. Without any further instructions, I pulled him out from his confinement and lazily stroked his cock.
Now they were his moans echoing off the walls in abandonment. Every few strokes I would stop to brush him against my wet folds. Oh good god. I craved the feeling he gave me.
A deviant smirk of approval played across his lips.
"That's it," he growled. "I want you to ride me. Let me feel you move all the way up and sink back down on my cock."
He swiftly kicked off the rest of his pants. He helped me align himself at my entrance. The second I felt him slip inside of me I threw back my head and moaned.
The sensation was like nothing I ever felt. With this new position I was feeling the tip of him hit my pleasure spot. Over and over.
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