Amara smiled as she looked over her shoulder. As suave, confident, and experienced as Quint was, the fact that he was so utterly taken with the sight of her was beyond flattering. His mouth was dropped slightly open, and he seemed to be making an attempt at forming words adequate to describe how incredible she looked.
He almost absentmindedly shook his head, his fingers dexterously sliding down and slipping the rest of his buttons free. The luxury and good food in Montevideo had done wonders for not only his health, but his figure. He was back to the way Amara remembered him after the conference. Broad shoulders, trim waist, defined muscles. He’d made a complete turnaround, the only reminders a handful of scattered scars.
He whipped off his belt and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his dress slacks. Amara slipped into the darkened bedroom.
Inside, only the lights of the city and the pale moonlight overhead lit the room through the large window. Amara sat on the bed in front of him, slowly slipping off her heels and hose, watching with a tremor in her core as he slowed to a stop again, his eyes traveling up her long legs to the joining between her thighs and up to her breasts.
Her heart lurched when he came closer, his need standing firm and proud behind his boxers.
Amara beckoned him with a finger as she slid further back into the bed, and Quint quickly obliged, lowering himself to his knees on the bed and leaning down to kiss her with as much passion and hunger as before.
His hand slid down her side and beneath her, firmly gripping her ass, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt the warm, yielding flesh below his fingertips. After a moment, his hand slid up to her back, and the other joined it at the clasp of her bra, working quickly to unfasten it and slide the shimmering cloth from her body.
He gazed at her hungrily before diving down to wrap his lips around one prominent nipple, sucking eagerly as he brought a hand to the other. Amara ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair, loving the feel of the shining strands, silky to her touch.
She pressed her hips up against his and thrilled to the way his hard cock strained against his boxers. She brought a hand down to slide her fingertips along his length through the silky fabric, drawing a sharp moan from him.
He was driven by her touch, cupping her breast and squeezing firmly, huffing a heavy sigh through his nose as she stroked him.
Amara’s other hand remained in his hair, dragging her nails lightly through it as she moaned and twisted beneath him. Her voice was muted and restrained, but she could do little to contain the moans that punctuated every few words.
“Oh … Quint, that feels incredible. Harder, please.” Her back arched, pressing her breast more firmly against his lips.
He sucked more hungrily by the moment. His other hand pinched and pulled at her other nipple, sending shocks of electricity dancing through her body. He stopped only to squeeze her breast or slide down to her thighs, teasing her with feather-light touches along the inside.
When his attentions drifted downward, Amara shivered, knowing precisely what he had in mind. His kisses trailing lower by the moment, over her belly and down. He hooked his fingers beneath the fabric of her
panties and slowly pulled them down, following them closely with loving kisses until the scrap of fabric was tossed aside.
Quint slid forward and back onto the bed, the kisses ascending far more quickly than they’d descended, and Amara opened her legs in anticipation. She was soon bucking and writhing, both hands tightly wound in his hair, as he lavished her with his tongue, eagerly lapping and sucking at her clit and plump, soaked folds.
The longer he went on, the less she could restrain her moans. They were soon abandoned completely in favor of begging and pleading for him to take her. Even as she begged, her thighs closed, holding him where he was as she whimpered and gasped, his attentions only becoming more and more eager as she begged.
As her body began to shake and tighten, edging toward orgasm, he pulled away completely, leaving her grasping for his cock, desperate to feel him inside her. He dropped his boxers and situated himself between her thighs.
She eyed his cock eagerly. It was so large, so perfect, so long and exactly what she needed. Her core throbbed with need. She reached for him.
Quint leaned down and kissed her deeply as he pushed his hips forward and against hers, sliding his thick length deep inside her in a smooth and steady thrust.
She gasped at his entry, so filled, so perfect. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nails dragging down his back as he began a slow, rhythmic pumping, her shuddering moans accompanying every thrust. Amara was overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside her, as deep as he could go.
Their lips never parted as he picked up the pace, drawing a hissing breath through his nose as he pounded forward into her, her slick heat enveloping him, pulsing and pressing in unison, completely one.
Harder, she told him. Harder. She wanted to be taken, to have the deal sealed. To know that he was hers and she was his, and this shared taking was the signature on the dotted line.
This time, it was no devil’s bargain. It was a sacred union of shared souls.
Amara’s hands tightened at his back as he drove inside her, and she couldn’t hold out long, not with him working like that over her. She began to come, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, almost immediately feeling the thick heat of his own climax flooding inside her, his head also thrown back.
They cried their release to the heavens. And then they collapsed into one another.
Quint slid off of her slowly, landing beside her with an incredulous laugh of triumph. He panted hard, his hand coming to lay over her belly. “Amara, you are amazing.”
“You too,” she gasped, still trying to catch her breath, aftershocks releasing spikes of pleasure inside her with every exhalation.
“I love you, Amara.” He gazed over at her. “I love you so much. I’ve been dying to say that out loud. I love you.”
Amara had no hesitation. “I love you, too.”