I had a feeling I knew what she meant and it was like fuel for my desire. “Aroused?”
Her fingers on my neck tightened and a new ripple of goosebumps overcame her body. I held her gaze, needing to see her face when she replied.
Her cheeks turned pink at her admittance, and if the heat of her belly was any indication, her body was aflame with desire. “It’s wrong of me to desire you, isn’t it.”
“Is it?” I rasped. In this moment I didn’t care if I committed a sin—fuck, sinning was in my nature—if it was wrong. I wanted the woman before me. I wanted nothing else.
I could see the confusion on her face. Maybe she didn’t realize how her body was responding to me, or maybe she was scared of her own reaction.
“Right now, right here, it’s only us. This is our moment. Pretend the world ends tomorrow.”
Greta opened her mouth, her expression argumentative.
“Pretend,” I murmured, licking along the waistband of her skirt. Greta’s fingers against my neck flexed.
“If tonight was my last night, I’d want to spend it with you,” Greta said.
I wrapped my arms around her hips, and buried my face against her lower belly, my lips practically at level with her pussy.
I drew in another deep breath and the intensity of her scent would have brought me to my knees if I weren’t already kneeling. “Greta,” I rasped. “Will you let me pull down your skirt?”
“Yes”， came her instant reply. I moved my head back a few inches before I hooked my fingers in her waistband and tugged it down. It slid over her slightly curved hips, down her slim legs, leaving her in white lace hipster panties and her crop top. I drank her in, the small gap between her thighs that accentuated her mound even more.
I could see soft curls pressing against the lace of her hipster panties and the lace against her pussy was soaked, so it stuck to her lips and was wedged in her slit. It was such a beautiful sight. I swallowed thickly. Closing my eyes, I breathed her in. She was so lovely and so wet, I was nearing insanity.
When I opened my eyes, Greta was watching me with worry.
I gave her a smile. “Can I pull down your panties as well?”
“Yes please.”
Please. Fucking please. As if she had to beg me to lay her bare. When the tiny piece of lace fluttered to her feet, I allowed myself to take her in. She had a triangle of gentle, black curls crowning perfectly shaped lips. Her little nub was still well hidden but I knew I’d make it peek out soon if Greta only let me. The idea that I might be buried with my face in Greta’s pussy soon was almost enough to make me combust in my fucking pants. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this. Sex had been a bothersome necessity for a while. With Greta it almost felt as if I was a fumbling virgin, which couldn’t be further from the truth. Greta stroked along my arm, bringing my attention back to her.
I saw how overwhelmed she was by the situation and so I reined myself in. Tonight my own desires would take a backseat.
I’d waited for this moment for too long. I’d enjoy every second of it. This moment belonged to us. Maybe the world didn’t end, but we didn’t know if and when we’d be able to see each other again. I needed to make tonight count, to give Greta memories she’d carry with herself all her life. Memories that would carry me through the darkness too. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her mound. I gently guided her back until she sank down on the wide armchair. I kissed her left then her right knee before I met her gaze. Trust and need. I got the latter, not the first.
“Open up for me.”
She elegantly raised her legs and draped them over the arm rests. With her legs parted widely, she offered me a breathtaking view of herself. “I won’t ever forget this moment,” I growled.
“Me neither.”
“I’ll make it unforgettable for you.”
Amo regarded me with a heated look I could feel deep in my belly. I wasn’t shy about my body, but I’d never been this exposed in front of another person. Still, Amo’s amazed and hungry expression gave me confidence to stay like I was, with my legs opened wide, showing Amo that I trusted him and was ready to give myself to him, if only for tonight.
My cheeks heated when Amo moved between my legs, his strong shoulders flexing. He ran his knuckles along the underside of my thighs, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow of my ankle, and more heat washed over me. Slowly he kissed his way up my thigh then the crease between my ass cheek and thigh before he drew in another deep breath. I’d never thought he’d be this into my scent. Even I could smell my arousal. He leaned his stubbled cheeks against my inner thigh and began to rub his thumb very lightly over my outer labia, back and forth, before he slid between them to do the same to my more sensitive inner lips. His caress quickly had me breathless and aching to be touched at my pounding clit. As if he could sense it, he began to lightly brush my clit every time he stroked along my folds. I grasped the armrest in a tight grip, then I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations. Amo’s touch, my body’s reaction to it, Amo’s musky scent, my own aroused scent. I needed to black out one sense to stay in control. Amo brushed a kiss against my inner thigh and now his thumb focused on my clit, drawing small circles on it.