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Rhodes---Goddess of the Lake

If there was one sight I could look at for the rest of my life, it would be her.

Not The Fox, the mask she presents to the world in efforts to maintain her footing in a life she didn’t choose. No, it would be my kochanie , the woman who stole my heart. I lean on my side, tracing her spine as she shifts in the sheets, her hair spread against the pillow. She’s finally asleep, and it’s as if the stress of the last few weeks has eased. Granted, a few orgasms helped too, but being able to get away for the weekend is doing something for her. My hand slips beneath the edge of that linen sheet, finding her bare under it. My fingertips ghost her skin as I trace the Medusa tattooed on her lush hip, its lines etched as both reminder and warning. I curve my hand, wrapping toward her inner thigh, opening her to me.

“Hi there.” She purrs, sleep still heavy in her voice.

“Can I wake you up, baby?” A smirk crawls across her face as I caress her pussy, relishing the soft, swollen flesh.

She rubs her face against the pillow, her hips seeking my hand as she spreads her legs and rolls on her back. “I don’t think I have much of a choice, do I?” I cup her sex, one finger dipping inside. Her tongue darts out from behind those plush lips, running along the bottom one. She moans, hands grazing up her body. Her fingers reach her breasts, plucking her already erect nipples and rolling them between her fingers.

I could die happily right here in this moment with her.

“Rhodes,” she gasps on a moan. I surge forward, trapping her lips in mine, and plunging my tongue into her mouth. I coax her to follow my lead and her hands weave themselves into my hair, threading into the base of the remnants of my bun I’d thrown my hair into before falling asleep.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You. I need you.”

“You have me,” I smirk. I know it isn’t the answer she wants, but I also want Amelia to use those words that fall from her mouth so prettily. “Tell me what you want.”

Amelia’s hips buck as I thrust another finger into her, the thought of being gentle leaving my mind. I want her to be on the brink of madness, sinking into that place in her head where nothing but us matters.

“Rhodes,” Amelia says my name on the breathiest of whispers. “I need more. I need you to fuck me. Please, Ro.”

I slide off the bed as Amelia starts to sit up. I grab one of the pillows from where we’d tossed them yesterday and shove it under her. Placing my hands on her knees, I butterfly her to the bed, pinning her there with a look. Be good. Amelia strains in this position, stretching her pelvis as wide as she can. I can see her fully this way—spread and mine. Her cunt is glistening, slick and ready for me.

“Should I tease you, Amelia? Trace you with my tongue? Leave you horny for me?” She shakes her head, whimpering.

“No, Ro. Please don’t.”

I fist my cock, roughly palming my length and taking in the way she looks right now. “Maybe I’ll fuck you slow, hmm?” Her eyes glow like the moonlight at my words. “Make you take every inch I give you, as I give it to you.”

I watch those grey eyes close and she shudders. Slow it is, baby. I rest my hands on the bed beside her knees, putting all my weight on them to hover over her.

“Eyes, kochanie .” I growl, waiting for her to slip into submission. “You don’t get me until I get you.”

Amelia’s generous chest heaves and she flits her eyes up at me. I smirk, leaning down to kiss her voluptuous stomach before crawling up her body, resting my pelvis in the cradle of hers. I draw her legs around my torso, firmly running my hands along them. I can feel the dimples of her, the stripes of her skin painting a portrait of a life lived.

“Ro.”

“Patience, baby.” I caress her sides before running my fingers up the sides of her breasts. I skim her collarbone, gently wrap my hand around her throat. I rub my cock along her folds. They are slick and warm with her arousal. “Look how wet you are for me. Such a needy, needy girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Please, please fuck me.” I move my hand from the column of her neck and push her arms above her head, locking her wrists with one hand and brushing her nose with mine. Amelia doesn’t call me that often. It isn’t a part of our dynamic, but I will never prevent her from doing what feels right to her. For us, Amelia uttering that word is just a nod to her submission. The comfort she finds there.

Reaching down, I notch myself to her sex, letting just the tip inside. “Whose are you?”

“Yours.”

“Every inch, Amelia Conte.”

I slam home, shuffling her up the bed as she cries out. Amelia’s tight pussy flutters around my cock, and I know that making her take it slowly will be tortuous for both of us. Totally worth it.

I pull out slowly. Amelia whines at the loss and I stare down at her, those grey eyes full of light and mischief. She wiggles her hips best she can and I slowly feed my cock back into her.

“Rhodes,” she says breathily. “ More. ”

I allow her another inch and her pussy wants to pull my length in. Amelia takes a deep breath as I reach around, unlocking her ankles from my back. I push her legs up, folding them so that her knees are near her ears, and the change in our position is everything.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” One more inch.

“I want you to fuck me,” Amelia says.

“I am fucking you,” I feel a slow, wicked grin spread on my face. “Look at you, taking me so godsdamn well.”

She is at my mercy. I’m nearly in, just another push before I’m fully seated inside her. “Atta girl, kochanie .”

Amelia is pushing up to meet me, her attempts to take me completely in vain, as I exercise every morsel of restraint. “Rhodes. Please. I’ve been so good. Please fuck my pussy.”

Well, now that you mention it.

She takes the final inch, sighing in relief as I fill her. “Finally,” she moans and I begin fucking her earnestly. Her body bounces with each thrust, and it is a sight to behold. I have worshiped at her altar and now? Now, I will corrupt her, bringing the goddess under my body to her knees in the most beautiful way.

“Take it, Amelia. Take my cock like the good fucking girl you are.” I deepen my thrust, our pelvises meeting, and she groans. I feel her pussy start to clamp down, and I know she’s cresting into an orgasm.

“Do you want to come, pretty girl?” The slightest nod is given. I keep the rhythm I’ve set and push her legs as wide as they will go. “Give it to me, kochanie .”

Two thrusts and she’s coming, her mouth falling open on a moan. I feel the way she squeezes me, and as badly as I want to fill her, I need her to come again.

“That’s it. Let go, Amelia.” I keep thrusting, pushing her through this orgasm, and she gasps as the next one builds. “Keep riding that edge, baby.” My voice is rough now. I feel my orgasm build at the base of my spine and I start to fully fuck her. Relentless and unforgiving. Amelia takes it, letting me plow her into the mattress. Amelia pants, squirming in search of her orgasm. Her skin is flushed and covered in sweat. She comes again, her back arching as much as it can, and I erupt with a roar, filling her pussy with my cum.

Looking down, I see the happiness on her face. The hair around her is knotted and there is a warmth to her skin that only comes from being this thoroughly loved. This well-fucked. Amelia’s tongue darts out, and I relax my hold on her legs, letting them fall to the bed. I grasp her chin, pulling her face to mine and kissing her deeply.

“Hi,” I murmur against her lips.

“Hi.”

I pull out, catching the way she winces as I do. “I know, it’s the worst part.” Amelia giggles and I grab a washcloth from the bathroom.

“Wait,” Amelia says, shifting up to her knees. “Let me clean you up first.” I pause, slightly unsure of her intentions, but that quickly changes as she takes me in her mouth and sucks hard. I groan at the way she is sucking my cock right now. Her lips pop off my length and she runs the tip of her tongue around my head, then giving slow licks to gather proof of her orgasm mixing with mine.

I ghost my fingertips on her jaw, coaxing it open further. “Do you like the way you taste?” Her eyes lock on mine and I feel her agree, the vibrations heaven against my cock. “Clean me up then. Don’t miss a drop.”

She begins again, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her tongue laps along the ridge of my cock, swirling around my slit. Amelia gives one final lick and sits back on her heels. A self satisfied smirk is on her face as she runs her finger along her lips, wiping any last drop. I reach for her, pulling her body close and slip the washcloth between her legs. It is cooler now and she gasps in surprise. “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s alright.” I finish cleaning her, dropping the washcloth in the hamper before clambering up onto the bed and wrapping her in my arms. Drawing the blanket over us, I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, and sigh.

“So, now that I’m awake,” she softly says. “What is on the agenda?”

I chuckle. “I was thinking coffee on the dock, maybe some kayaking? And then come back, hang out with Lennon for a bit.”

Amelia sighs, the sound woven with joy. “That sounds perfect.” Her head rests on my shoulder. “I love you. I’m so glad you suggested this.” She peers up at me. “Thank gods you were there that day, Rhodes Alexander.”

“Always,” I say, kissing the top of her head.