Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,74

now. I fight the urge, knowing I should take my time to keep her mind off the storm raging outside. If only she knew the storm raging within me.

When the material reaches her ankles, she silently steps out of them. Upon discarding her clothes, I bring my hands to her ankles and peer up, ready to fucking treasure every inch of her.

But I’m not prepared for the sight. Amelia’s vibrant, green eyes watch me through hooded lashes, her cheeks flushed, her lips plump and ripe and ready for more. More than ever, I want to worship her, and while I’m kneeling below her, it feels as if I must. Yet an animal instinct inside me warns that, if I take much longer, I’m going to go wild.

Not giving me a choice, she sinks to her knees, her hand coming between us and gripping my rock-hard erection. “Okay, Knox. You win. I’m aroused. Enticed. Whatever you want to call it. More than that, I’m impatient.”

It’s a sight I’ll never forget. Amelia on her knees, ready, hungry, lusting to suck my cock. But fuck me, my urgent need to get my own taste wages a fierce battle on the idea of those plump lips wrapped around me.

Big, round eyes gaze up at me, waiting.

Fucking hell. I want that pussy.

Now.

“Stand up, Amelia.”

“Knox,” she protests, but I hook one hand on the back of her head and haul her into me, our mouths crashing and my tongue taking her hostage with hungry urgency. One hand comes up to toy with her nipples, tweaking and twisting until she’s panting against my mouth.

This time when I pull away, her whimper is laced with frustration.

“Stand up. I want to taste that pussy before I fuck it.”

Amelia’s eyes flutter in rapid succession as she digests my words. I can tell when it registers. She slowly starts to rise, and I smile ’cause she’s such a fucking good girl, and now, I get to reward her.

I halt her ascent when her breasts, highlighted with pink, pebbled nipples, are in my line of sight. Leaning forward, I take one into my mouth, sucking, laving, licking, nibbling, before moving on to the next one. She braces herself with my shoulders, and even though I know it can’t be the most comfortable position for her, I indulge myself like the most ravenous man on the planet.

Right now? I am.

“Knox.”

My whispered name on her lips is octane thrown on an already white-hot inferno. Releasing her nipple, I raise my gaze to meet her eyes.

“Up.” She obeys at once.

I rest my hands on her slim hips while I pepper kisses along her stomach, making the sweetest damn journey to the juncture between her thighs. I lose myself in the soft, silkiness of her curls, relishing in the small, damp droplets of her glistening arousal. Her sharp intake of breath fills the silence when my tongue zeroes in on her slick, wet heat.

Over and over, I lap at her like a cat getting its fill of nature’s sweetest cream. But it’s when I get to the sweet spot, her clit, that she cries out, her hand coming to the top of my head, tangling into my hair and holding on for dear life. Or perhaps it’s for wicked-sweet release. I don’t even know if she’s aware she’s doing it. She grinds her hips, practically smashing her pussy in my face, and fuck me if it’s not the biggest fucking turn-on of my life.

With Amelia on the verge of climax, I’m torn. I want her to come on my tongue. I want her to fuck my face until she finds her pleasure. My cock, on the other hand, aches with pulsing need to dive into her moistened pussy and fuck her until we’re both senseless.

Amelia’s pussy wins out. How could it not? Just not yet…

The juice of her on my tongue, my lips, and my face overwhelms my senses. She tastes so damn good that I can’t get enough. Pretty sure I could bottle this sweet essence of her, sell it on the market, and never have to work again a day in my life.

Not that I’d ever fucking share this. Not now. Not ever.

The thought gives me momentary pause, but I push it to the back of my mind the best I can, getting back to my job at hand: mouth-fucking Amelia. While I grip her hips, my tongue ravages her clit, plunders her folds, and invades her entrance over and over again, reveling in