“Same, Amelia. But you started this, remember?”
“Well, you’d better plan on finishing it,” she counters with a glance at me over her shoulder.
I give her ass cheek a little smack and then move the toy toward her ass, pressing gently against her hole, letting her body adjust as I slowly push the plug inside. I feel her clench as I work the toy in and out. “Just breathe.”
“Keep going.”
It takes a few more minutes of patience, but when the plug is finally in, she lets out a sigh that goes straight to my dick. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now hold on, Amelia.” I place my cock at her entrance and fight my way inside. She’s so fucking tight from the plug in her ass that it takes more control than I have left to slide in—but when I do, we groan in unison. “Holy fuck.”
“Oh my God. Move, Ethan, please.”
Carefully, I pull out and thrust in again, giving her and me time to adjust to how intense this is, this unexplainable high of feeling her wrapped this tight around me. But once her moans become borderline wild, I flip the switch and pound into her.
“Yes, oh God, yes…”
“Jesus Christ, Amelia. You feel incredible.”
“Don’t stop, please.”
“If I could last, I’d fuck you all night. But I’m not gonna last, baby.” The sound of my hips smacking her ass as I pound into her almost makes it hard to hear her words.
“Grab me a vibrator,” she cries as I keep up a punishing pace.
Without losing focus, I reach over and locate a vibrating wand, handing it to her and watching her turn it on and place it between her legs, moaning out in appreciation when it hits her clit.
“God, I’m going to come so hard.”
“Me too. Oh God, Ethan!” In a matter of seconds, she’s fucking screaming, burying her face in the comforter and pulling me over with her. I spill myself into the condom, squeezing her hips so tight as we finish together that I leave marks when we’re through.
And Amelia leaves a puddle on the bed.
After I slowly pull out of her, we both collapse and fight for normal breaths.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life,” she whispers and then laughs beside me, trailing her fingernails through my short chest hair.
“You came so hard, you made a mess on the sheets, babe.”
“Really?” She lifts her head and stares down at the wet spot on the sheets. “Yikes.”
Reaching over, I roll her into my chest and line my body up with hers, pressing kisses to her neck and the back of her head. “That was, by far, the hottest fucking sex of my life.” And then I place a kiss on her orchid tattoo on her shoulder, a detail that I love to put my lips on. Last week after a round of sex in her office, she told me the story of how she and the girls each got their favorite flowers tattooed on their shoulders together. And I find it kind of kismet that I gave her orchids before I ever knew that detail about her.
“Me too.” She looks back at me, her face relaxed and content. And then she kisses me. “Thanks for letting me torture you.”
“If that was torture, I’d let you do that to me every day.”
She rolls over so we’re facing each other now. “I meant what I said, Ethan. You make me feel comfortable enough to let go with you.” Her fingernails drag through the scruff on my jaw as she studies my face. “The intimacy we share? It’s what I encourage and try to help my clients find. I just…sometimes it scares me that I found it with you, but I love it too.”
“I’ve never felt this way with a woman either, Amelia.” I press a kiss to her nose and then one to her lips, lingering on her mouth for a few moments as we say things with our lips that I don’t think either one of us is ready to say out loud.
“I’m glad. Now, can you take this plug out of my ass, please?”
Laughing, I sit up and roll her back over, smacking her ass cheek for good measure. “Next time, it’s gonna be my cock in your ass, babe.”
“Don’t get too cocky, Ethan, or that vibrator just might find its way into yours.”
* * *
“Amelia! Your gnomes moved!” Oliver doesn’t even wait one second after Amelia opens the door to her house to tell her about his discovery.
“They did? Show me!” She follows him out the door, smirking at me as she passes, indicating that she knows exactly how and why the gnomes moved. Since the gnome escapades started, we now take bi-weekly pictures of the ones in front of her office and the ones at her house. To say Oliver is obsessed would be an understatement.
“Here!” He points to where they are in the flower bed, a good five feet away from where they were before and on the other side of her sidewalk.
“Oh my gosh. I didn’t even notice. They must have been protecting the flowers from something last night.”
“Maybe it was a raccoon. My grandma says raccoons like to cause all kinds of trouble.”
“Your grandma is right. So, are you excited to go swimming today, Oliver?”
“Yes!” he shouts again. “I have my floaties, and Dad brought lots of sunblock so I don’t get burned, even though I hate the way it smells.” He scrunches up his face.
Amelia laughs. “I don’t like the way it smells either, but it’s important to wear it to protect your skin.” She bops him on the nose and then leads us into the house. Closing the door after me, she finally pauses and makes eye contact with me. “Hi, Ethan.”
“Hey, babe. Long time no see,” I joke. Amelia joined me at Oliver’s soccer game earlier, and then we followed her to her house afterward. “Thanks again for inviting us over. Oliver has been talking about this non-stop all week. My mom said he had a countdown on the refrigerator at her house.”
She smiles, tucking one of her blond curls behind her ear. “That is so sweet. And it’s my pleasure. I paid a lot of money for that pool, so I feel better knowing it’s being enjoyed.”
“Dad! Can I jump in?” Oliver calls from the backyard at the edge of the pool, where he must have slipped to while I was busy admiring Amelia in a yellow cover-up over her suit. She must have quickly changed before we got here.
“Jesus, Oliver!” I run out the backdoor, yanking him away from the edge before he falls in. “You know you have to have your floaties and sunscreen on before you get in the water.”
“Then do it, Daddy. Fast!” He holds out his arms to the side, staring up at me with his brows raised high.
“I didn’t hear your manners, young man.”
“Please.” He juts out his lip as he stares up at me, and Amelia chuckles from the door.
“He’s good,” she says.
“Don’t I know it.” I reach into the small backpack I brought with us and begin to slather sunscreen on him as he squirms to get away from me. “Hold still.”
“It’s so smelly.” His face scrunches up again as he wiggles in my hands, making me practically chase him to rub him down.
Amelia steps up to us. “Here, Oliver. Why don’t you put sunscreen on my back while your dad puts it on you, so it will help you stay still?”