She looks spectacular in this low lighting; flushed cheeks, swollen lips, curious eyes. There are a thosand dirty things I'm dying to do to her, but we have to take baby steps, as much as I hate to move slowly like this. She nods her head slowly in response to my previous question.
"Not here" she mumbles, referring to our seated position on the couch. I immediately pick her up in my arms and head towards the staircase at the far end of the room. Amelia wraps her long legs around my torso and clings onto my shoulders as she leans forward and kisses down my neck. I'm really not going to last long if she keeps this up and we've barely even started. What the f**k has this woman done to me? What the f**k is wrong with me?
I kick the bedroom door shut with my foot and lay her down on the bed
