“You’re so fucking perfect, love,” he whispered, his breath against my inner thigh.
He kissed my thigh and I groaned again.
Then his mouth was right there.
My core ached more than I had ever imagined in my life.
“You’ve always been so fucking perfect, Amelia,” he said.
Hearing my name mixed with the warmth of his breath against my sex turned me into mush. My legs lost feeling and my hands grabbed for the sheets on his bed.
When I felt his tongue against me, my butt flexed, and my hips drove up at him.
Josh backed away and kept his motions slow.
He was teasing me.
Torturing me.
He was loving me.
I put my head back and let out a deep breath and melted into it.
His thumb began to make small swirls against my clit as his tongue savored my pussy. Moving masterfully, up and down, cutting left to right, thrusting forward with a pressure that made my core clench against him. He suckled against my folds, stealing all the nectar my body had to give, but because of who he was and what he did to me, the supply was endless.
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