Page 67 of Conception
She wriggles her hips, starting to withdraw. Not ready to give this one up, I turn her and walk to the cavern wall. Then I press her back up to a flat spot. I capture her lips, devouring her, swallowing her moans and whimpers before I push back into her inch by agonizingly slow inch. I can practically feel the urgency coursing through her as she tries to move, but I hold her still.
But fuck me if colors don’t explode in my vision the second the base of my dick nestles into her, wholly enveloped in the hot, tight sheath of her pussy.
Never have I wanted anyone more.
Amelia’s hips try to circle. When she finds that resistance against the cave wall doesn’t allow her to move, she takes my lower lip between her teeth and bites just enough to get the message across.
I don’t care.
I’m buried so damn deep inside her, my cock aches to explode at any moment. Letting her move means my own retreat and I’m not fucking ready for that. We’ve done it hard and fast. We’ve done it soft and slow. But this? It’s unlike anything before and I want to savor every second of it, every feeling, every emotion, even if I’ll ignore them later. I want to capture every single detail in my memory so deep in my soul that, fifty years from now, I’ll still be able to think back on this day and recollect with vivid clarity.
My free hand brushes a strand of unleashed hair off her cheek. Our breaths mingle when my forehead meets hers. Green eyes, eyes I could get lost in, widen as my own search them. Whatever the fuck I’m looking for, I have no idea, but I have to know if this moment feels likemoreto her. Whatever that even means.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her eyes not leaving mine. She’s giving me this. This hesitation. This moment. This…fucking exaltation, even if she doesn’t know what it is.
Hell, I’m not sure if I even understand it.
And then my little impatient minx clenches her pussy and tightens around my shaft, fucking ready to milk me dry.
Amelia’s eyes remain innocent, as if she didn’t basically tell me to get the fuck on with it through her pussy, but then she tugs her lower lip between her teeth, holding back a laugh.
Fucking hell. She’s so damn lovable. So damn sexy. So damn feisty, and wet, and perfect, and everything I never fucking knew I wanted or needed, yet now, I’ll never know how I’ll let her go.
And fuck me, she’s so damn wet. So incredibly eager. And after experiencing my fingers and my tongue, she’s so fucking ready and so fucking done waiting.
Fortunately for both of us, so am I.
Knowing it’s time I stop torturing both of us, I withdraw from her with painstakingly reluctant ease. My cock misses her warmth even as I savor the feel of her, hot and tight around me with each miniscule withdraw until just the head of my cock remains inside. Amelia lets out a guttural moan against my mouth, and I relinquish the last little bit of control I’ve been holding on to.
Teeth clash as my mouth descends on hers, but it’s barely jarring enough to notice. Amelia holds tight this time, allowing me to drive up into her, impaling her on my cock hard, fast, and not stopping until I’m embedded so deep in her that I see stars. I scarcely give her time to adjust before pulling out then quickly slamming back in with such force that she gasps into my mouth.
Her brief hesitation allows my tongue to overpower hers, and we engage in a duel that, no matter the victor, we’ll both come out on the winning side. Over and over, my cock soars up into her depths, each thrust more powerful than the last, and my tongue reigns supreme in her mouth. Amelia seems to realize her hands are all the power she has, so instead of trying to win her dominance, she rakes her nails across the expanse of my shoulders, up my neck, and into my hair, where she tugs enough to send a pleasurable jolt of pain down my spine.
I’m too fucking gone to care. And I fucking love it.
She could slice me up head to toe, and until I come inside her, I wouldn’t object.
Lips feud. Tongues tangle. Cock meets hot, wet heat in thrust upon thrust.
The rhythm between the way I’m fucking both her mouth and her pussy threatens to send me over the edge all too damn soon.
Climax is inevitable the second I slide a hand between us and strum her clit with my thumb.
“Oh!” she explains, tearing her lips from mine, her head falling back as if the sensations of my cock and tongue were too much to handle in tandem. Her roaming hands cease movement, and she grips the skin beneath them. “Ohhhhhhh.”
She repeats that as I rock back up into her, her eyes fluttering closed like I’ve depleted her energy and she’s now just going along for the ride, waiting for the moment of bliss that isn’t far off. Fuck, I don’t even know how I’ve been able to hold off this long.
“Baby.”
The one word is all it takes for her to give me those lustful eyes again.
“Ready to come?” I can tell that some smart-ass retort comes to her mind. Instead, I get a sweet-ass nod. “Help me out.”
Hooded eyes widen with desire, and I delight in the way Amelia craves to be an active participant. She lifts her back up off the wall, readjusts her legs around my waist, and grins down at me. “Let’s go.”
And we do. With each upward drive into her, I use my hands to force her hips down while she rocks them against me with the hot glide of flesh on flesh. We’re a perfect team in this, and I can’t imagine not doing this with her.
Not wanting to contemplate that though, I rain kisses along the curve of her neck, nibbling every so often, wanting to give her a little taste of her own medicine. She moans when I bite down more harshly than I meant to, and as I’m about to ensure she’s okay, I feel her tightening around me.
