Page 108 of Taking the Pitch
Reaching behind me, I pull my sweater and T-shirt over my head. Enjoying the way Amelia’s eyes travel over my naked torso. “My eyes are up here, Shortcake,” I tease.
“What’s your point?”
Popping the button open on my jeans, I step closer to the edge of the tub. “I guess I don’t have one. Are you enjoying the show?”
Her eyes flick up to mine, the candlelight reflects in her eyes, making them dance like a blue flame. “I’d enjoy it more if you had less clothes on.”
“I think that can be arranged. Wanna help me out with that?”
She reaches for my jeans and tugs me forward, sliding the zipper down, never breaking eye contact with me. Tugging them down to my knees, she reaches into my briefs, her warm, wet hands warming my still cold skin. Wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she pulls my already hard cock out and gives it a long stroke with her hand. Getting onto her knees, Amelia leans forward and flicks her tongue over the tip, licking the drop of pre-cum that’s leaked out.
Threading my fingers into her hair, I guide her mouth down my shaft until I hit the back of her throat. “Fuck, Amelia. You suck me down so well.” She pulls back and repeats the motion, taking me to the back of her throat again, gagging. “Such a good slut for my cock.”
She looks up at me with watery eyes, giving me a heated look as she sucks hard on the tip, then lightly traces her tongue along the ridge of my head. Reaching down with her free hand, she cups my balls and lightly massages them while continuing to switch up the pressure on my shaft, making my knees weak.
“Mills,” I croak. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
She hums in response and increases her speed, sucking, licking and pumping my shaft with her hand. I tighten my grip on her hair as my balls tighten. My orgasm coming fast. “Amelia, I’m going to come. Where do you want it?”
Lifting her eyes to mine, she continues the intoxicating rhythm with her mouth. She scrapes her teeth along the underside of my cock, making spots appear in my vision. “Mills. Fuck. I’m coming,” I groan, rocking my hips forward and spilling down her throat. She swallows every last drop, licking me clean as she pops off me.
I brace my hands against the edge of the tub, letting my heart rate return to normal before stepping out of my jeans the rest of the way. “Move forward and I’ll sit behind you,” I tell her, nodding my head for her to scoot forward.
I step one foot into the tub, hissing at that temperature of the water. “Jesus, Mills. This is fucking hot.”
Amelia snorts and looks at me over her shoulder while I climb the rest of the way in and position myself behind her. “Don’t be a baby. It just feels hotter to you because you’re still frozen from your dip in the pond.”
Sinking down the rest of the way, I position my legs on each side of Amelia. She scoots back and settles herself in betweenmy legs, laying back against my chest. My arms wrap around her middle, securing her to me.
“It feels so good to finally be able to take a bath.” She sighs, tracing the branches of the tree I have tattooed on my right arm.
“It feels even better having you naked in here with me,” I tell her, running my fingers from her left knee up her inner thigh and back down again.
She sighs and tips her leg open further, allowing me better access to her center. I repeat the path multiple times, getting closer and closer to the spot she wants me to touch. She squirms as I make another pass up her thigh, growling in frustration when I still don’t touch her clit.
“Juddson Davis, if you don’t touch me, I’m going to do it myself.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat? You know I love watching you touch yourself, Shortcake.”
Reaching down, Amelia circles her clit, arching her back off my chest. Pushing her tits into the air. I bring my hands up and cup her perfect tits, sliding my thumbs over the tips of her hardened nipples.
She gasps at the sensation, arching further into my touch. “Judd,” she whispers. Her hand moving faster.
“That’s a good girl. Make yourself feel good,” I murmur into her ear, then trail a path of kisses down her neck. I nip at the sensitive flesh between her neck and shoulder, getting a gasp of pleasure from her sweet mouth.
Her mouth falls open when I flick my fingers over her sensitive nipples. And a low groan sounds at the back of her throat. “Judd,” she whimpers. “I need–I need your cock.”
“Make yourself come first, then you can have it, baby.”
Her breaths turn erratic, and her hand moves faster, chasing the orgasm I know is near. Her left hand reaches up and wraps around the back of my neck, anchoring herself to me. “Yes, yes,yes,” she chants. I roll her nipples between my fingers, and her body stiffens, then shutters as her orgasm hits.
“Fuck,” she cries, riding out the waves of pleasure.
I release her nipples and grab her waist. Spinning her around, I straddle her onto my lap. A shocked gasp leaves her lips, followed by a moan as I sink deep into her in one thrust.
“We fit together perfectly, baby. Like you were made just for me.”
Her hands tangle into the hair at the back of my head. She tugs on the ends and swivels her hips slowly, staring into my eyes with each thrust. As much as we have had sex in our short time together, we’ve never made love.
