Page 68 of Conception
Note to self: Amelia likes a little pain.
I slow my pace; Amelia moans again, but this time, the sound isn’t pleasure. It’s impatience.
She grabs the sides of my face, her eyes boring into mine. “I’ve waited long enough. Fuck me, Knox,” she insists. “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked before.”
How the hell could I say no to that? I can’t. So I don’t. I go wild, thrusting deeper, harder, faster, pushing her hips down onto my raging hard-on, wanting to do anything, everything I can to finally get her there. She holds on for dear life, her head falling to the crook of my shoulder as she bounces up and down on my cock until I’m nearly bursting.
“Amelia.” The word is part groan, part whisper—all reverence.
Her only response is a muffled moan against my neck. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her warm breath panting against my chest.
“Babe, lift up and give me those eyes,” I insist. “I want to watch you come on my cock.”
She complies so damn readily that it makes me want to scream. Her eyes flutter open, swirling with a mixture of lust, desire, and something I’m not ready to examine as they search mine. Buried to the hilt inside her, I pause, hoping I reflect back whatever she’s aiming at me. Just because I’m not ready to acknowledge it’s there doesn’t mean I want to hide it, either. Hell, right now, I don’t think I can even if I try.
The moment ends abruptly at the sensation of her walls contracting around me. Not wanting her to reach that critical point just yet, I increase my pace, frenzied, hurriedly, desperate for us to come in unison.
The second she cries out her pleasure, I plummet over the edge along with her.
Every single nerve ending in my body ignites, bursting with immense pleasure. Her walls clench, holding me inside her—her body’s way of telling me that it loved this. Craved this. I swell; she compresses, and it’s just so goddamn perfect, like we’re merged together in this ridiculously primal and intimate way. She holds me in place as if she never wants to let me go, and I don’t move. Because I don’t want her to.
That’s when it hits me. Amelia and I are just like a passing storm on a summer’s day. We’re electrified, thunderous, torrential, and at the end of it, there’s an extravagant fucking rainbow telling the whole world we were here, we came, and everyone should witness the stunning aftermath.
It’s beautiful.
It’s fleeting.
It never lasts.
In this moment, I hate storms as fucking much as she does.
Lazy strokes along my shoulder blades bring me back to the cave.
“Why do you look like you’re a million miles away?”
Amelia’s question catches me off guard. I rack my brain trying to come up with some sort of an excuse, but then she playfully hits my shoulder and her laugh echoes around us.
“Geez, Knox, shouldn’t I be the speechless one? After all, you totally just rocked my world in this cave.”
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
Her legs loosen from around my waist, and when I release my hold on her, she slides down my body. I take a step back, a sudden chill hitting me as I lose her warmth. I lean down and give her one last peck on the lips before retreating, finding my T-shirt, and coming back to her. I use my shirt to clean her up, and she watches when I wipe myself clean. It’s the first time it dawns on me that we didn’t use protection.
“Um, so, I just realized…”
“No condoms?” she asks, and I wonder if the fear is that evident on my face.
“Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking. I have some in my shorts, but—”
Her hands brace my face and she squeezes my cheeks before lifting onto her toes offering me a reassuring kiss. “You weren’t thinking. Neither was I. And that’s fine. I’m rather good at calculating my cycle and we should be fine.”
I run a hand through my hair, not wanting to scream for joy but also kind of wanting to sink to my knees and beg forgiveness. “Still, I’m sorry—”
Once again, she cuts me off. “Pretty sure two of us were involved in what just went down. And do you see me complaining? It’s fine, Knox. Don’t give it a second thought.”
I have no idea how she’s so calm and comfortable about this, but I release my breath and take a play from her book. If she’s cool, then so am I.
I hope the storm hasn’t cooled the air too much, ’cause there’s no way I’m putting my soiled T-shirt back on. I get the rest of our clothes, passing Amelia’s off to her, and then find her camera, thankful it’s all in one piece and didn’t get damaged in the frenzy of our fucking.
