“You are so wet, it’s dripping down your thighs, Laura,” he whispered against my neck.
“Amelia,” I say on a whisper.
Shit. In this moment I wanted him to be inside of me. I wanted him to be with me and not Laura.
“Amelia?” Cal asks.
“My name isn’t Laura, it’s Amelia,” I say, a gasp escaping my lips.
His finger teases across my clit and slowly enters. His lips crash into mine in a kiss full of want and leaving me dripping wet with desire.
“You are beautiful, Amelia. Your ex is a stupid cock sucker.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“I am rock hard for you,” his words are ragged.
“You want to be inside of me,” I say, shuddering in pleasure.
“Fuck, yes,” he agrees.
“I need you. Now,” I say, between frenzied kisses.
He unzips his trousers with one hand, all the while our lips never leaving one another. The kisses becoming more and more passionate and deep between us.
“Let me get a condom,” he says breathlessly.
“I have the implant. I want you now,” I reply.
Desire has never been this strong within me. Never been so horny for another man in my life. With one hand he takes out his cock, firm and hard and pushes the black lace fabric of my panties aside and pushes his cock deep inside of me roughly.
“Your ex has no idea what he was talking about,” he moans.
“Oh my God,” I say, on a shuddered breath.
“You are absolutely ravishing.”
He kept up his slow pace inside of me, making me yearn for him more.
“Faster, please,” I beg.
He leaned his head back and let out a futile moan as he pushes deep inside. I grabbed the arm of the couch, but he grabs my hands and entwines our fingers together to steady me atop him as he pushes in and out roughly. Pleasure builds inside of me like a hurricane. A release of pressure is what I desperately need. A moan escapes my lips into his shoulder as the pleasure builds inside of me.
“Come for me, Amelia,” he commands.
“I’m almost there.”
He grips my shoulders tightly as my hips gyrate against him in circles quickly in motion with him. In that moment, our bodies release at the same time together. Our breaths desperate to catch up with one another as we collapse into one another. My breathing so rapid that it bordered hyperventilation. Hands down the best sex I have ever had.
“Welcome to London,” he says, running his fingers through the curls of my hair.
“There’s nowhere else like London,” I reply, sated.
I release an amused giggle which makes him smile. Lap dance in London complete. Cal was an excellent addition to my passport.