Page 115 of Taking the Pitch
Her eyes flutter open, a sleepy smile appearing on her face. “Good morning.” She sighs, hooking an arm around my neck, anchoring herself to me as I start rocking into her. Tilting her face to mine, Amelia kisses me hard, biting down playfully on my lip.
Skimming my hand up her leg, and over her thigh, I apply firm pressure to her clit. I swallow the moans that escape her, quickly bringing her to the edge.
As much as I want to spend the day lying in bed making love to her. I have a full day planned for her, starting with breakfast at Hazel’s and a trip to the tattoo parlor. I’ve wanted to take her ever since she asked me about how much they hurt. Her birthday is theperfectexcuse to take her to get one.
“Judd,” she moans as her pussy flutters.
“That’s it, Shortcake. Come all over my cock.”
Her hand slips from around my neck and she reaches forward, gripping the sheet. Placing a hand between her shoulder blades, I push her body forward, bending her slightly at the waist and changing the angle.
“Oh fuck, Judd. Right there,” she screams, burying her face into the pillow.
My hips piston into her faster, my own orgasm barreling forward. “Fuck, Amelia. Your pussy is gripping me so tight. Come for me, pretty girl.”
I circle her clit a couple more times before she explodes around me. The walls of her pussy squeezing me so tight, my orgasm follows. We both lay panting on the bed once the waves of pleasure subside. My body curled around hers.
“Happy birthday to me,” Amelia jokes once we’ve caught our breath.
“Averyhappy birthday to you.”
“Mmm, can we just lay in bed all day?” she asks, stretching her arms over her head, pushing her perfect tits in the air.
Not being able to resist, I suck her nipple into my mouth, reaching over and rolling the other one between my thumb and finger. She arches her back, thrusting her fingers into my hair. “Yes,” she hisses.
I sneak a peek at the clock on the bed-side table. We’ll have plenty of time to make it to our tattoo appointment if I text Hazel on the way and make our breakfast to go.
Deciding I’d rather give my girlfriend, hopefully soon to be fiancée, another orgasm instead of eating breakfast at the café, I continue worshiping her breasts, trailing my fingers down her abdomen and to her sensitive pussy.
I flick my thumb over her clit, earning a sharp gasp from Amelia. Her hips push into my hand as I continue down, inserting two fingers into her soaking cunt. I quickly move them in and out, slapping her clit with the palm of my hand as I move.Her grip tightens on my hair, and her legs fall open, completely exposing herself, giving her body over to me.
“You like that, don’t you, my little slut,” I murmur.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as she thrashes her head back and forth.
“Come on, Amelia. I know you want to come.”
“I can’t,” she whines. Grabbing her tits and pinching the nipples.
I curl my fingers slightly, hitting her G-spot and continuing my assault on her pussy. “Yes, you can.” I whisper into her ear. Biting the spot on her neck she loves. “Come, Amelia,” I command.
Her pussy clamps down onto my fingers at the same time she sucks in a deep breath, her back arching so hard it’s completely off the bed. A sudden pressure pushes my fingers out of her and a rush of liquid follows.
“Holy shit, Amelia. Did you just squirt?”
Amelia’s thighs slam together, her body continuing to convulse from her orgasm.
Once her orgasm subsides, her body goes completely limp. “Holy shit,” she whispers, eyes closed.
“That was fucking hot,” I tell her, leaning over to give her a kiss.
“I’m dead. How in the hell did you do that?”
I shrug. “I have no idea. But Idefinitelywant to do that again.”
She pats my bare chest and sighs. “There’s no way I can go again. You’ve ruined me.”
“I didn’t mean right now anyway. We have to get in the shower if we’re going to make it to your first surprise on time,” I tell her, getting up from the bed and coming to her side of the bed. Holding out my hand to help her up.
