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“Movie time,” Amelia announces. She lays out all the junk food Crush brought over with him. She and I settle on the sofa while Crush takes the armchair. As soon as we settle, Puss snuggles with her front paws and head on Amelia’s thigh, and her back half on my thighs, straddling us. Boots decides that Crush is the better option and mews until he scoops her onto his lap. Boots nudges at his hand until she gets soft pats and falls asleep on his lap.

Later that night…

We’ve just finished the second Mission: Impossible movie when we decide to call it a night. I decide to stay to help clean up before heading out. I carry our cups and plates into the kitchen as Amelia loads the dishwasher. She’s been quiet since Crush left. I think she’s just tired, then all of a sudden, she turns away from the counter and lunges right into my arms, plastering her lips to mine.

Damn! She tastes so good. Her mouth is sweeter than the best candy I’ve ever had. Her lips are soft and pliant as I take over our kiss and devour her mouth. When I move to step back, she mewls in disappointment, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck.

I wrench my mouth from hers. “Baby, I won’t be able to stop if you don’t let me go.”

Amelia presses tighter to me, her front wedged tight to my chest. “I don’t want you to stop,” she says, desperately clinging to me. Fire burns in her violet eyes, her lips trembling.

“Once I have you, I’m not going to be able to let you go,” I warn.

“Fine by me.”

“We’re from two different worlds. You’re going to get questioned on why you’re with a biker.” I don’t want Amelia to have any regrets. I know that once I make love to her, there’s no way I’m going to be able to let her walk away.

“No one gets to decide who I want in my life. I choose you,” she says. With those words, she seals her fate.

Fuck it! My patience has reached the end of its rope. I walked away last night, wanting to give Amelia time to grow accustomed to our new relationship. And in truth, I was protecting myself from the idea that she might change her mind about us.

“I need a minute, babe.” My voice is raw with need. “Go get ready for bed. I’m going to make sure the house is locked up tight.” What I really want is time to get back some semblance of control. The first time with Amelia, I want to go slow. At this moment, I’m feeling like a randy teenager who won’t last past the first second I get inside her sweet pussy.

“You’re staying?” she asks.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m staying.”

I see the relief on her face as she lets me go and heads to the bedroom, looking over her shoulder with a sexy smile. Christ! This woman is testing my control to the limit. I’ve had plenty of women in my time, but none has ever affected me this way. One small grin, or the way she tilts her head when she’s focusing solely on what I have to say, the touch of her soft caresses, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy.

I take my time moving through the house, ensuring the doors are firmly locked. I text Crush, asking him to bring my work clothes with him when he comes in the morning. He responds with a thumbs-up emoji, adding, Lucky bastard. He’s absolutely right; I’m the luckiest man alive to be with Amelia.

When I get to the bedroom door, it’s slightly ajar, and as I peer inside the softly lit room and open it further, I see that Amelia is sitting up with her knees tucked under her in the middle of the bed, wearing a lacy nightie that is riding high on her thighs, exposing a lot of the silky skin of her legs and thighs. The nearly see-through nightie clings to her perky, round breasts.

“Beautiful.”

Amelia’s eyes go soft. I move closer, stripping off my T-shirt and reaching for my belt buckle. She watches me undress, her gaze resting on the last remaining item of clothing I have on: my boxers. I keep them on for now, but set my knee on the mattress. I reach out to trace a path from her upper arms to her shoulders, stopping when I reach the straps of her nightie. I hook my fingers around them, slowly pulling them down, and let my lips slide over her skin. A tremor of arousal moves through her as she emits a delightful sound from the back of her throat.

She plants her hands on my bare thighs to steady herself, and my tongue and lips glide over her neck and shoulders. I push the lace farther down, exposing her pert nipples, and ease her back onto the sheets. I continue to unwrap my pretty package, easing the nightgown off completely, leaving only a wisp of material between her legs. I’m tempted to rip her panties off as well but decide to take my time teasing the tasty morsels of her nipples first. I slide her thighs apart, leaning over her, lightly brushing my lips over hers, then closing my mouth over one nipple, while my fingers play with the other.

Amelia is extremely responsive to my touch; her hand comes to the back of my head to keep me close. I lick and suck her succulent tips as she writhes beneath me, arching her back. Her moans only spur me on, and with every groan, my cock gets harder. I continue to kiss and lick her bare flesh, moving lower and lower. When I reach the edge of her panties, I take them between my teeth and move them down. When she lets out a gasp, I wrench them off the rest of the way, then tug her thighs open, cocking them at the knee, and take a moment to savor the sweet, dewy goodness of the wetness between her legs.

I look up at her face. “Watch me eat you. Do not take your eyes off me. Understand?”

Her eyes wild with desire, she licks her lips and nods. I lash my tongue against her clit. She starts to shut her eyes, and I tap her pussy lightly with my hand.

“No, baby. Eyes on me,” I insist. Her hooded lids open as I run my tongue over the length of her pussy. Her breath hitches, and I take my time exploring every crevice of her core.

“Aaron, please.”

“Please what? Stop?”

“Don’t stop. Never stop.” Her voice is shaky and raw.

I chuckle as I continue to eat her out. Her legs tense and tremble, her belly clenches. I can tell that she’s on the precipice of an orgasm, but I want more. I lift away from her pussy, and Amelia cries out in despair. I kiss her inner thighs and slowly insert two fingers. She’s very tight, which only makes my cock throb in protest, wanting to forge his way inside her.

“Aaron, I need you,” she groans.

“Right here, baby,” I reply, thrusting my fingers faster and harder inside her.