Page 39 of Conception
“Then take, Knox. Take it. Take me.” Her whispered, eager words aren’t making this easy.
“As much as I want to, you’ve been a good girl, Amelia. It’s time you got your way.”
Bewitching eyes flutter with confusion. I take another step back, this time bringing my fingers to the button of my shorts. She watches with rapt attention as I unleash my cock, ready to relinquish all control.
I fall back onto her bed in all my naked glory, my achingly stiff cock jutting straight up into the air, ready for mounting. And then I wait. Because now? It’s Amelia’s turn to make her move.
“By all means, gorgeous, mount away.”
MOUNT AWAY.
I’m not sure if two sexier, more enticing words have ever been uttered. At least not to me. It’s impossible to take my eyes off the naked man sprawled in my bed.
Impossible.
Considering I’ve had nearly a week’s worth of ogling him on the beach, I shouldn’t be surprised at just how masculine he is. But with him here, now, utterly bare for my eyes only, I’m breathless. Speechless. And really freaking turned on.
But here’s the thing.
Knox made me wait days for this.Days.Now, that might not seem like much, but when a girl hasn’t gotten her socks rocked in nearly half a year and she’s been making out with God’s greatest gift to women for days on end, she gets a little—okay, a lot—frustrated. Horny. And every night when Knox left me, I had to take care of myself. As an independent woman whose last relationship was with a selfish ass, I’ve come to quite enjoy my own fingers. However, that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been delicious torture from the man.
I cravehim in ways I didn’t know were possible. And even though my lady parts sizzle in wait, I’m gonna repay the favor with a little bit of torture myself.
I walk over to my dresser, where my boombox sits. Clicking it on, I grin over at Knox when “Riding High” by Faze-O comes over the speakers. Feels a bit cosmic.
“Babe, get over here.”
I want to. Isoooodo. But I’ll get there in my own damn time. Just like he did.
Instead of complying, I sway my hips along to the funky music, my shoulders shaking back and forth, my head bopping. Knox’s eyes narrow as I saunter towards the bed, slowly removing my T-shirt to reveal what he probable already knows—no bra. My bare breasts bounce along with my sway, all while I shimmy out of my shorts. When I start to unleash my hair from my ponytail, Knox knifes up from the bed, holding his arm out.
“Leave it,” he says gruffly, and I pause, an eyebrow raised. I’m not ready to follow orders. “Babe, need something to fist when you’re ridin’ high.”
How can I say no to that? I drop my hands from my hair, and Knox falls back down onto the bed.
“You gonna get over here now?” he asks.
“I thought you said it was my turn?”
His jaw ticks. “That’s when I thought you were ready to fall on my dick.”
Well, hell, he sure is honest. “I was.” I place one knee on the mattress, then the other. “Now, however, I’m feelin’ you need a taste of your own medicine.”
His jutting cock twitches when I lean down, take the head of him into my mouth, and then release it. He groans at the loss.
I grin up at him. “Or perhapsI’mthe one who needed a taste.”
I take my eyes from him, back down to his erection, licking my lips at the most delicious, inviting treat. Why haven’t we done this yet?
Knox breaks through my thoughts with another low, guttural growl. “God dammit, Amelia. Suck me. Fuck me. Just fucking do something,” he demands through gritted teeth.
Such a command would usually turn me off, but with it coming from Knox, I’m more than willing than to fulfill his every desire, to drive him wild with my mouth the way he’s been doing to me all week long. I have the sudden urge to lick him, suck him until he surrenders complete control over to me. Something about the way he’s lying back, letting me do this, is so empowering. And the biggest turn-on.
As much as I want to engulf his cock and give him ultimate pleasure by deep-throating him, I straddle his legs. His eyes darken with the realization that I’m not giving in to his command. I can see the protest brewing and it only entices me to continue my exploration.
My fingertips trail across the vast expanse of his chest, my breasts swaying in tandem so my hard nipples graze his skin. With one hand, I palm his cheek, touching my lips to his mouth, invading it with my tongue, giving him a delightful preview of what I’m about to do to his erection.
Knox brings a hand to my hair, but he doesn’t fist it like he promised. He gently strokes the back of my head, not deepening our kiss, allowing me to maintain control. I love it. And I’m ready to get this show on the road.
