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     the movie.
    Her smile was contagious, making my grin grow even more. There was something about
     Amelia I couldn’t explain, a connection between us that I had never felt with anyone
     else.
    I reached for her right hand that rested on her stomach, picking it up and intertwining
     our fingers together, watching them intently as I did. She did the same, watching,
     grinning at how amazing just the small gesture was—our hands fused together.
    She had a simple silver band wrapped around her middle finger that I quietly played
     with, spinning it around and around. For a moment I thought about how amazing life
     would be if I could just stay like this day in and day out, sitting beside Amelia—no
     worries, just enjoying her presence. She wasn’t like any girl that I had ever met.
     I’d never felt so much by just sitting next to a girl. It was like my future was snapping
     into place right before my eyes. I could see so much with Amelia, things that I never
     thought I could ever link with a girl, with my life. Amelia brought out so many emotions
     that I never knew existed.
    “Like what?” I finally answered, looking up at her with what I’m sure was the biggest
     pussy grin ever, my thumb now grazing the top of her hand. We’d come up to my apartment
     after everyone downstairs at the party left and went immediately to my room. Nothing
     hot and heavy, seriously; we just cuddled in each other’s arms, watching a movie,
     but my mind was all about her. My cock was hard as granite being that close to her.
     It was like having a girl over when your parents weren’t home in middle school. My
     insides were going crazy and I had hardly any control over my body. As much as I loved
     lying here, doing nothing, enjoying the simple pleasures in life, I couldn’t deny
     the wheels that were turning, visualizing myself deep within her, watching her eyes
     as I pleasured every inch of her body, how her moans would sound as I caressed her
     beautiful tits with my mouth. Every emotion … Amelia brought out every single one.
    She looked at me with a mischievous grin, studying my face. I didn’t shy away, matching
     her gaze. My lips were going dry and I could have sworn that my breathing had paused.
     She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her bright green eyes were lit
     up even in the dark room and her jet black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a
     midnight waterfall. I couldn’t look away, she was too captivating … someone I couldn’t
     get enough of.
    I didn’t speak, but I caved first, leaning forward and placing my lips on hers. She
     held no resistance, falling into the cushion of my body. With no hesitation or control,
     I pressed my weight against hers, slowly pushing her back even further into the pillows
     of my bed. Her arms draped around my neck, lightly running the tips of her fingers
     up into my hairline as my hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head.
     In a moment, my body was squarely on top of hers. Exactly where it was meant to be.
     Our lips moved methodically, my tongue slipping in to dance with hers, taking and
     tasting, learning more about each other than we could with words. She moaned and I
     was a goner. I loved everything about her body beneath mine; the taste of her sweet
     mouth, the way her hips rocked up against my cock. She felt fucking amazing below
     me, like that’s where she was supposed to be, and she was, and I never wanted it to
     change.
    Our lips parted as my face skimmed the smoothness of her cheek, moving to the side,
     breathing heavily into her ear. A sexy as hell sigh escaped her mouth as my mouth
     skated the perimeter of her ear, my tongue sliding against the lobe. Her skin was
     a delicacy, a dessert waiting to be indulged in. I couldn’t get enough; I wanted to
     taste every inch of it.
    My hands moved with a mind of their own, the right one slipping up underneath her
     shirt as the left continued down the length of her body,

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