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Undertow - Bryson Tiller

I 'm hit with her scent, intoxicating and heady. It's a mix of arousal and innocence that damn near drives me wild. Her pussy looks perfect, all pink and wet with her arousal. I keep rubbing Amelia's clit with my thumb, slipping another finger inside, and fuck me, she's tight.

There is no way I'd be able to slip inside her comfortably. If we go further, I'll have to stretch her out a bit. Not to toot my horn or anything. A soft gasp escapes her lips, drawing my eyes back to her face. She looks at me, her lips forming a perfect ‘o', while she props herself up on her elbows to watch me work.

"Such a good girl," I murmur. "Taking my fingers so well." I gaze up at her, taking in how beautiful she looks at this moment. The fact that she trusts me overrides any concerned thought I had lingering in my mind. There's no turning back after this. I've crossed that line, fuck the boundaries and the voice in my head screaming off limits.

Right now, all I care about is pleasuring Amelia. I can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness toward her. The fact that she's allowing me to do something so intimate warms me to my core. I turn my palm so it's facing upward and curl my fingers inside her, feeling the soft, spongy part of her walls inside.

"Yes," she chokes out, tilting her hips up. "Goodness me, yes. Whatever you're doing, keep doing that."

I smirk. "Are you going to come for me if I do?"

"God, I hope so. Yes."

"Hm. That's my good girl." I move my fingers in and out faster, with deliberate care, not wanting to rush and hurt her, all the while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She's so close; I can feel her walls starting to contract.

Her soft moans fill the room, spurring me on as I maintain a steady pace with my fingers. Her breaths quicken, each one coming out in short, ragged bursts. I can feel her body tensing beneath me, and I know she's close. I lean forward, using my tongue to trace circles around her clit, needing to taste her.

She cries out, calling my name as her orgasm washes over her, " Bradley. "

I can't help but groan as she releases herself onto my fingers. She pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. After a few moments, I slowly remove my fingers and insert just my index finger back inside her. Her walls clench tightly around me, pulsating from the intensity of her orgasm. She watches me as I withdraw my finger, which glistens under the soft lighting. Without hesitation, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, savouring the taste of her on my tongue. It's tangy and sweet, like a forbidden fruit that only makes me crave more .

She nervously traces her lips with her tongue before asking, "What does it taste like?"

I lean in closer, my breath warm against her ear. "Like fucking honey," I say, my voice low and husky. "It's warm and sweet." A blush instantly colours her cheeks.

She sits up, and I offer a hand to help her put on her underwear and pants. But as she looks down, her gaze lingers on the noticeable bulge in my pants, and my cheeks flush with heat.

"Do you want me to—" she starts to say, but I cut her off with a soft laugh.

"Don't worry about me, Mills. This was just for you," I reassure her with a gentle smile.

"But are you… sure?" she asks again, concern evident in her voice.

"Yes. It'll settle down in a moment," I say, pulling her flush against me to take her lips again. She leans in with a sigh, kissing me back softly. If you keep kissing her like that, it won't, you idiot.

I pull away reluctantly, and Amelia nestles herself at my side. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both catch our breaths. The glow of the TV catches my attention for a moment, and the screen is lit up on Netflix, showing: Are you still watching, as well as the Continue watching or go back option.

I huff a laugh at the interruption, and Amelia catches on, giggling beside me. The sound is music to my ears, and I can't help but smile at how content she seems at this moment.

We linger there, soaking in each other's presence. Eventually, she lifts her gaze to mine, mischief dancing in her eyes. "So, does this mean... you know... we're a thing now?"

I smirk, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'd like that," I admit, feeling lighter than I have in ages. It's thrilling, the way we're navigating this connection between us—just going with the flow.

It feels... carefree.

In this moment, nothing else matters except the beautiful woman beside me.

"I'd like to do... you know... that again. Soon, maybe?" She pauses, her lips twisting as she considers, and I resist the urge to pinch her cheeks and kiss her senseless.

"Soon, definitely. One step at a time."

"One step at a time," she echoes.

She rests her head on my chest for a few more moments, not long before looking up at me again. "Hey, Bradley Bear?"

She's always so inquisitive. It's what I love about her. Love? Settle down there, mate.

I hum in response, a smirk playing on my lips as I look down at her. She hesitates, nerves flickering in her eyes.

"I kinda… like you."

My smirk widens into a grin. "Only kinda?" I tease.

She ducks her head, hiding her blush. "Maybe more."

"I like you too, sunshine," I murmur, brushing her hair back gently. And in that instant, wrapped up together, I realise this is just the beginning.

I hope.