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She cries out. “Blake, please.”

But I take my time, tasting every inch of her.

I play with her, watching every reaction until I know what makes her tick, what makes her scream, what makes her gasp, and I use all of that knowledge to bring her to the edge.

She’s begging and shaking and pulling on me. And I have the widest grin on my face when I make her come.

Then I gather her into my arms and carry her to the bed. She sits up on her knees and pulls up my shirt. I help her to undress me, pausing only long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand.

She grabs it from my hand and straddles me.

“Am I about to get the Amelia experience?” I ask.

She laughs, and my heart swells.

“The Amelia experience?” She unwraps the condom and rolls it on me, dragging my length in her fist, and it takes everything I have not to come in her hand. “I don’t really have any special moves.”

I grab her hips and lift her up, until she’s hanging just above my cock. “Just ride me, Ames.”

She laughs again, but it’s cut off with a gasp when she lowers herself on me. She goes slow, opening and stretching around me. I watch her face. I watch her expression going from surprise, to pleasure, to need, and back.

I touch her everywhere. I can’t get enough of her soft skin. I roam her hips, her waist, her breasts, her neck, and back down as she raises her hips and rides me. And when she finds the right rhythm that has her moaning, I tell her that she’s doing a good job and to keep going. I bring one hand to the place where our bodies meet and press on her clit.

“Blake,” she whimpers.

“Make yourself come for me, Amelia.”

Her eyes find mine, and she stares into my soul as she rides my cock, getting closer and closer.

I growl and moan, and urge her on, never letting my eyes move from hers.

This is the Amelia experience, staring into the eyes of the person you love as the most incredible pleasure overcomes you.

Her body convulses, and I come with her.

Amelia

I fall asleep wrapped in Blake’s arms, surrounded by the smell of him, and lulled by his soft snore. I wake up with his hand between my legs and my breast in his mouth. And in no time at all, we’re at it again. This time with me on my back and my legs up to my neck.

Blake is obsessed with making me come. And I am not complaining.

He doesn’t want me to go home that night either. He’s working the night shift, but he asks me to stay.

So I do, trying not to read too much into it. We haven’t talked about us beyond him saying that he didn’t want to stop and wanted me. But he could have been talking about sex.

Still, I don’t want to leave any more than he wants me to. I fall asleep alone in his bed that night, and wake up with him wrapped around me, naked and smelling like he’s freshly showered. I take my chance to explore. And this time, I’m the one to wake him up when I suck on his cock.

We spend Sunday talking, and cooking, and watching TV. Blake gives Garrett some excuse to skip the game in Pinecrest. And he asks me to stay one more night.

Monday morning, I stop by my apartment before work and get a message from Blake asking what I want to eat for dinner. I have a huge grin on my face all day.

Madison calls me in the afternoon. “I got you Georgina.”

“Really? She’s going to stay at our hotel?”

“Yes. But she did have a few conditions. She doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s there during the festival. Her agent said that we don’t have the right security. So, we have to keep her name and identity secret at the hotel. But she promised to take lots of pictures and to post all about it after she leaves.”

“Is that even possible? Won’t people at the hotel recognize her?”