Free Permanent Lines by Ashley Wilcox Page B

stopping at and cupping her
     hip. The more skin my hand and mouth touched, the sexier and louder her moans became.
     I was beginning to lose control; I wasn’t going to be able to keep my leisurely pace
     for much longer. I needed more. I needed to feel her body naked below mine. I needed
     to see how her face looked as I pleasured her body. I needed it all … I needed Amelia
     in every way, shape, and form.
    “Oh, God!” she cried out as my mouth glided against her stomach and my hands slowly
     pushed her shirt over her head, stopping at her perky tits, nipping at the peak that
     was protruding visibly through her black lace bra.
    My cock grew impossibly harder by just those two words. Every movement, every moan,
     every cry that escaped Amelia’s mouth pushed me closer to the brink, and I wasn’t
     completely convinced I was going to make it inside of her before losing my shit.
    “God, baby, you taste so damn good,” I whispered into her ear as the last of her shirt
     swept over her hands and puddled onto the floor.
    Time sped up and our bodies moved with a synchronous urgency, our moans and sighs
     growing to a fever pitch. Amelia’s determined little hands were at the hem of my shirt
     as my fingers plucked her bra open, revealing her full breasts. Within seconds of
     my shirt being swept over my head, my mouth was latched around her nipple, licking,
     sucking, and clenching it softly between my teeth.
    Her body moved vigorously below me, her hips pressing up, up into me as her hands
     immediately found my belt buckle, loosening it with ease before undoing the button
     to my jeans. I couldn’t wait a second longer, sliding my mouth down the rest of her
     body, stopping at the top of her jeans. By the way she cried out when I dipped a finger
     into the waistband, I didn’t bother asking for permission as I practically yanked
     them from her body.
    It was then that I took a step back, taking in the canvas in front of me. Amelia Driscoll
     was a sight to see. Head to toe, her body defined perfection. She was watching me
     with a sweet little grin as my eyes carried over every inch, starting at her face,
     taking in the way her eyes stood out against her olive skin, her dark hair that looked
     perfectly swept over her left shoulder, the way her tits looked beautifully rounded
     and proportioned to her body. Her stomach … God, it was perfect- so fucking smooth
     and had just enough to it to hold and grip with my hands. There was a dark tattoo
     sitting on the top of her pelvic bone that caught my eye, but it was too dark to make
     out what it was; my eyes stayed on it no more than a second before they fixed hungrily
     on the sheerness of her panties. My body was heavy, full of every emotion imaginable.
     I was excited, I was scared … I was beyond turned on, my cock visibly at large below
     my pants, my heart jumping a mile a minute, pounding with lust, passion, and need.
     I was feeling feelings that I couldn’t make out, but was so engulfed that I didn’t
     care. I had Amelia practically naked, beautifully ready and willing, and that’s all
     I cared about.
    We finished removing any article of clothing covering our bodies before her grin grew
     and she curled a finger, inviting me to climb back over her. Hell, yeah. As hungry
     as we were, time went slowly. I grazed my nose against her jawline while my hands
     slowly slid up the length of her body until I was cradling her head. Our faces were
     so close that there was barely room between them. I wanted to stay like this forever.
    I kissed her nose before her lips. When our faces were aligned again, her eyes drifted
     shut. I closed my own, taking the moment in, thanking God or whoever for sending me
     this magnificent creature, willing myself not to lose it too fast. I wanted to freeze
     time, savor this time together for as long as I could. It was the first time that
     I felt so much, thought so much, hovering naked above a woman. I wasn’t a “Wham!