Amelia's POV
"Good girl?" Miguel kisses my c**t one more time and moves up my body to stare at me.
This is the worst time to call me a good girl, I want to say but I'm speechless. And I can't move because my legs feel like jelly.
The architect of my jelly legs takes in my expression and a smug smirk finds it's way to his lips
"You okay?"
"Mmhmm"
He chuckles, leaning down to kiss my mouth and I can taste myself on him. It's foreign but not unwelcome, because I'm already pulling him to me and deepening the kiss.
I grip his shirt "Take this off" I say against his mouth and he pulls away briefly to tug off his shirt before he's coming back to kiss me hard and deep. I wrap my legs around him, and that's when I feel his crotch pressed against my core. I rock into it,
