Amelia's POV
Threading his fingers through my hair, Miguel grips the strands hard, exposing the skin of my neck to him and I moan when he sucks on my throat.
Yes. God, yes.
"You have to be quiet, good girl." He whispers against my neck and I nod, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him by the hair until he's coming back up to kiss me.
Pulling me up into a sitting position, he gets rid of my top and my bra and I have to bite on my lip to stifle my moan when his mouth latches on to my n****e.
"Oh my God!" I whisper, my hand pulling his head even closer to my chest, my body on fire from the ministrations of his hands and his tongue, moving from one n****e to the other, hot and wet, the lip ring cold against my skin.
I love it. I f*****g love it. I don't know why I
