Page 30 of Fade (Fighting Fate)

This was Amy’s first time. I wanted it to be special. Memorable, in a really good way. It was a lot of pressure.

More to calm myself down than anything, I lightly pressed myself against her and kissed her, slow and deep, taking my time. I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted to be able to give her time. Time to adjust. Time to build on her need. Time to change her mind if she needed to.

With each passing minute I felt her body both relax, yet grow with tension at the same time. Nothing about her felt unsure at all. The realization of it blew my mind. Knowing she was completely comfortable and willing to give me one of the most amazing gifts she could ever give me, was a wonderment I didn’t think I could ever become complacent with.

My heart raced at the thought, and everything inside me clicked. Body and mind. I was with her in this moment. When I moved to stroke my hand down over her silky skin, she arched into me. When I laced my fingers in her hair, pressing down on her, she curled with me. Every movement I made, she countered. Like the push and pull of the tide. We were in perfect harmony.

“Daniel . . . ”

The breathy sound of my name from her lips was the equivalent of the final tumblers falling into place.

I’d never felt like this. Ever. I’d never had this burning sense of connection that made me feel like what I was doing was more than just a physical act—more than just a means to reaching the highs of an immense pleasure. It intensified every little touch of her hands. Every sound that escaped her perfect lips. Every movement of her beautiful body under mine.

It was almost overwhelming.

“God, Amy,” I said against her ear, my voice strangely thick and gravelly. Kissing her heatedly, I clutched her hair in my hands. “You ruin me.”

She whimpered against my lips, sending an ache through my chest like never before.

“Absolutely fucking ruin me . . . ”

“Daniel,” she gasped. “I need you . . . ”

At her words, a wave of calmness washed over me. Yeah, I needed her too.

Slowly, I started kissing my way down her body. I tasted every inch of skin I could find, and when I reached her breasts, I slowed, taking my time, concentrating to taste her gently, trying to find that finely balanced line between pleasure and pain.

When I had her writhing and crying underneath me, clutching at me and pulling me down harder between her legs, I knew I’d gotten it right. All sense of control had been abandoned.

Watching her and feeling her so free was the single most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I swear I’d never been so fucking hard in my entire life. It was actually borderline painful.

Moving lower, I kissed and suckled the soft skin on her stomach and the contours of her hip bones. She moaned and arched off the bed, her hands clenching tightly in the sheets.

Pressing her legs farther apart, I licked the insides of her thighs, right beside her panty line.

“Oh, God . . .” she whimpered.

Needing to taste her, I hooked my fingers under the sides of her panties and started dragging them down.

A part of me was still waiting for her to stop me. Surely I couldn’t be so fucking lucky. But she just lifted her hips, her breath coming faster and faster, mixed in with little whimpers every now and again. The sound of it drove me crazy with need.

Edging my way off the bed, I dragged her panties over her feet and dropped them to the floor. Looking down at her, lying naked on my bed, almost had me choking on my own breath.

Fucking hell. Without a doubt, she had to be to the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. She blinked up at me, her lips parted as she panted breathlessly, her legs bent and pressed together as she tried to ease the ache between them.

Swallowing against my suddenly thick throat, I knelt on the edge of the bed and gently parted her legs. My hands shook as I softly ran them down the insides of her thighs.

Inhaling deeply, I leaned forward and kissed the trail my hands had left. I fucking loved the feel of her skin against my lips. It was so soft, so smooth. And she smelled incredible. I had to hold myself back from devouring her senseless.

My mouth watered as I licked either side of her shaved pussy. I was dying to taste her. She arched her back, spreading her legs wider as she moaned and thrashed her head from side to side.

As gently as I could under the circumstances, I ran my tongue over her opening.

She gasped, then whimpered. “Oh, God . . . ”

Then I circled her clit w

ith the flat of my tongue. Slowly.

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