Amelia nods eagerly and slides back on the bed, spreading herself before me like an offering. Her pussy is glistening with arousal and I can't resist leaning in to taste her sweetness once more.
I bury my face between her thighs, licking and sucking at her clit while two fingers plunge deep inside of her. She moans and writhes beneath me, hips bucking against my hand.
"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" she cries out.
I continue to devour her until she's on the edge of orgasm before pulling away abruptly. I grab a condom from the bedside table and quickly roll it on, desperate to be inside of her. I position myself at her entrance and push in slowly, savouring the feeling of her tight heat around me. Amelia's nails dig into my shoulders as I fill her completely. I am where I need to be.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groan. I give her a moment to adjust before I start to move, thrusting in and out with increasing urgency. Our bodies slap together with each motion, the sound echoing through the room. I lean forward, capturing one of Amelia's nipples between my teeth and bite down gently, tugging at it with my lips before releasing it with a pop. She gasps and arches into me, urging me on.
"Harder," she moans. "Please, Ben, harder." Hearing her call my name rather than “sir” almost pushes me over the edge. This is her and me, Amelia and Ben; not just a dom and his sub.
I grip her tightly and pick up the pace, slamming into her over and over again. The headboard bangs against the wall with each thrust, but neither of us cares about anything except the pleasure we share.
My hand wraps around Amelia's throat, applying just enough pressure to heighten her arousal. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she clings to the edge of release.
"That's it," I growl. "Be a good girl and come for me."
Her walls clench around me as she shatters beneath me, orgasm washing over her. The sight is too much for me and I bury myself deep within her as I find my own release.
We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. My heart is pounding in my chest as I press a kiss to Amelia's forehead. I remember what it was like when we were young but this, just now, was ten thousand times better.
"Ben?" Amelia's voice echoes through the dark room. She’s curled up in my arms. I'm a little sad because her scent is covered by the smell of my shower gel. After we caught our breath I took her to the bathroom for a rinse down. She blushed beetroot red when I pulled the butt plug from her bum. I couldn't hold back a chuckle. She is adorable when she turns from sexy little kitten into shy cat lady, and I'm not sure which of the two sides of the coin I adore more.
"Yes, darling?" I place a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"Thank you." She snuggles deeper into my embrace.
"What for?"
"For making me feel special." My heart breaks a little. What I want to say is "I love you." But I also know, if I say it now, she'll think I'm only saying it because of what she told me earlier. She won't believe me, and I don't think I can cope with her thinking I’m lying if I tell her the one thing that is truer to me than anything else.
"Any time." This is a truth I can share at least.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Her fingers are gently stroking over the arm I have draped over her side.
"Ha, darling, do you think this wasn't also amazing for me?" I chuckle.
"Maybe, but I still want to do something you want to do. Tell me!" Amelia turns in my arms so she can look up at me.
"Go on a date with me."
"What?" she whispers barely audible.
"Let me take you on a real date, Amelia. That's what I want more than anything else." I hold her gaze and my heart hammers like crazy.
"And then?"
"If we have fun on the date, maybe let me take you out on another one." I cup her face. "You are an amazing woman and I’d like to give this another try. I know I hurt you back then. I fucking hurt you and I will try to make it up to you every day. I am no longer the boy I was twenty years ago; I know what I want from life and you are what I want the most." I love you. I want to add these three words so badly, but not yet. She’s not ready.
There is a tiny frown on her face and I get ready for her to turn me down.
"I can agree to the date. I can't promise anything more at this point." The fear in her voice confirms what I assumed. She still doesn't trust me fully and I get it.
I press my lips to hers and pull her into a passionate kiss. My tongue slides alongside hers before licking the corners of her mouth. My lips brush over hers and nip and lick like this is the last chance I’ll ever get to kiss her.
Amelia's breathing is steady. Her hand holds onto the arm I’ve draped over her. It didn't take her long to fall asleep, but given that she had two mind-blowing orgasms it’s not surprising.
A gentle scraping on the door breaks the silence in the room. Amelia reacts to the noise and curls up further but she doesn't wake up. I carefully slide out from under the duvet before tucking her back in. I grab my boxers from the floor and slip them and open the door.
"What do you want, Furball?" I whisper at the dark shadow in the corridor. He gives me a pitiful meow before sprinting a few steps towards the stairs. When he notices I'm not following he looks back and meows again.
I sigh, " Fine, lead the way cat."
I gently close the bedroom door and follow him through the dark house to the kitchen. He blinks at me when I switch on the light.
"Right, what would you like today? We have…", I reach for the first tin, "…Sauce Lover with Salmon or Beef in Gravy." Fuck, they actually sound delicious. Furball makes it clear he couldn't care less which one, he just wants it now. He weaves in and out between my legs and keeps licking me.
"Hey, stop that otherwise I’ll tell Amelia that you made me feed you when it wasn’t really time," I gently try to push him away with my foot but he takes it as an invitation to nibble my toes. I rush to scoop his food onto a plate and place it on the plastic mat next to the kitchen counter. He storms to it and swallows the first piece before he’s even come to a full stop.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, I watch the black furball devour his food.
I love Amelia; I’m not sure if I ever stopped, but the love is definitely back. And stronger than ever. I just hope I don’t mess it up again.
20
Mamma Mia
Amelia
