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MICAH ;

Micah makes a small noise in his throat, as he fiddles with the glass in his hand. “Yes, I can see that. Well no, you thought I was Daniel at first. Which is odd, as he dead. Which makes me wonder why you think he was alive.” Micah said as he looked over at the girl. His sister. “That’s something I better look into.” Micah said, mostly to himself as he raised his glass to his lips as he let Amelia talk. He sighed as he shook his head. “So it seems I have an annoying sister. Even better.” Micah said, though his tone was teasing and a hint of smile traced his lips as he looked at Amelia again before he finished his drink off.  Micah reached down and patted Kevin’s head gently. “I wouldn’t of ended up in the foster system if he did and I wouldn’t of had to put my mother in a mental hospital.” Micah said, voice growing cold and his eyes darkening slightly. He turned his head away from her, trying to control himself. Now wouldn’t be a good time for the wolf, to show it’s self. He took a deep breath before he reached out again for the bottle, but didn’t pour a drink. Just held it between his hands, looking at the label.  “I was better off without him, I don’t think about him. Not anymore. If he wanted to find, he knew where I was.” 

“I have no clue, honestly. I’m an open book.” Micah said, with another laugh. This one sounding less fake than normal. Micah ruffled his hair slightly, before he dropped his hand back down to Kevin. “Just don’t expect me to you know, do brother things.  I’m not a brother, so just..” Micah shrugged a little, as he opened the bottle and refilled his glass. He glanced over at Amelia’s hand, as he felt it on his shoulder, but didn’t shrug it off. Micah breathed a small breath when Amelia finally dropped her hand.  Micah nodded a little as he watched Kevin, as he moved closer to Amelia. “He has his moments, but he is still very much a puppy, so he has more interest in chasing the goats and chickens.” Micah said softly as he looked away from Kevin. “Kevin is pining, so he a bit more loving than normal. But he’s pretty good dog.” Micah picked up his glass, but didn’t drink from it. Micah rolled his eyes slightly, but smiled. “Just a warning I guess. It happens, there is something about this place.”

                     AMELIA  HUMS  SOFTLY,  nodding.  micah  was  right,  she  had  thought  he  was  someone  else,  but  she  still  found  him,  &&  that  had  to  count  for  something.  "i  still  found  you  though,  i  think  i  deserve  some  credit  for  that."  she  considers  her  brother  briefly  as  she  listens  to  him  speak,  observing  everything  from  the  tone  of  his  voice  to  the  manner  in  which  he  carried  himself.  how  odd  he  was.  no,  how  odd  it  was.  from  the  glint  in  his  eye  to  the  point  of  his  nose,  there  was  not  a  visible  thing  that  linked  the  half-siblings  together.  amelia  was  sure  not  a  single  stranger  would  guess  the  pair  were  related.  but  the  way  micah  carried  himself  was  the  same  way  she  carried  herself,  &&  in  that,  she  took  some  comfort.  his  personality,  too,  reminded  amelia  of  herself.  they  could  be  so  serious  &&  even  then,  there  was  always  a  little  joke  to  be  made  —  a  little  mischievous  gleam  in  their  eyes.  "sisters  are  supposed  to  be  annoying,"  she  says  as  a  gentle  reminder.  "or  so  i've  heard."                      there  it  was,  the  shift.  amelia  had  noticed  it  earlier  —  how  easily  his  mood  could  change.  she  was  a  bit  of  a  livewire  herself,  but  this  seemed  different.  whether  it  was  the  result  of  his  vexatious  childhood  or  something  else  altogether,  she  could  not  tell.  amelia  knows  now  that  she  must  be  careful  with  the  words  she  utters  around  him.  at  least  until  he  learns  to  trust  her.  which  may,  by  the  look  of  it,  be  never.  her  eyes  travel  from  his  face  to  the  bottle  in  his  hands  then  back  again.  amelia  cannot  help  but  wonder  if  this  is  something  she  should  worry  herself  over.  only  time  could  tell,  &&  she  was  not  planning  on  going  anywhere.  a  quiet  hum  of  agreement  leaves  her  as  she  nods,  acknowledging  his  feelings.  she  could  not  blame  him,  really.  from  the  little  she  heard,  their  father  had  never  truly  been  a  father  to  micah.  &&  micah  owed  him  nothing.  unsure  of  what  to  say  &&  feeling  beyond  lucky  to  have  grown  up  with  a  different  version  of  their  father,  she  simply  offers  a  warm  smile  —  though,  there  is  a  flash  of  sympathy  in  her  eyes.  "you  deserve  better,"  she  says  softly,  &&  wholeheartedly  means  it.                     hearing  him  laugh  brings  a  grin  to  her  face  &&  she  can  do  nothing  to  stop  it.  it  was  the  first  time  he  had  truly  laughed  throughout  their  conversation  &&  it  sparked  the  tiniest  bit  of  hope  deep  within  her.  "do  brother  things  like  what?  having  tea  parties  with  your  annoying  little  sister  and  letting  her  paint  your  nails  so  all  your  friends  can  make  fun  of  you?  don't  you  think  i'm  a  little  too  old  for  that?"  when  he  does  not  push  her  away  or  tell  her  to  move,  the  hope  within  her  grows  stronger.  amelia  wonders  if  perhaps  one  day  they  could  build  a  typical  brother-sister  relationship.  though,  she  knows  she  should  not  get  her  hopes  up  too  high.  "goats  and  chickens?"  she  cannot  help  but  look  at  him  with  wide  eyes  &&  raised  brows.  goats  and  chickens.  "you  have  goats  and  chickens?"  amelia  fails  at  hiding  her  amusement,  her  eyes  now  glittering  with  excitement.  "that  has  got  to  be  the  most  interesting  thing  you  have  said  all  night,"  she  admits  with  a  grin.  

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                     AMELIA  IS  SLIGHTLY  TAKEN  ABACK  at  tyler’s  response,  confusion  flashing  across  her  features,  but  pushes  the  matter  no  further.  her  confusion  quickly  melts  into  pleasure  as  he  slips  into  her  fully.  it  takes  her  body  a  moment  to  fully  adjust  to  the  pressure  &&  once  it  does,  she  finds  it  hard  to  keep  quiet.  her  hands  immediately  fall  to  his  head  as  he  moves  his  mouth  across  her  breasts,  her  fingers  becoming  entangled  in  his  hair.  the  bite  comes  as  a  sharp  surprise,  but  it  is  one  that  her  body  receives  well.  “you’re  perfect,  love.”  amelia  breathes  &&  wholeheartedly  means  it.  the  dual  stimulation  sends  little  shocks  throughout  her  body  &&  she  feels  herself  tightening  around  tyler,  each  thrust  bringing  her  closer  to  the  edge.  when  the  warmth  of  his  mouth  is  replaced  with  cool  air  as  he  pulls  away,  goosebumps  make  an  appearance  across  her  skin.  amelia’s  cheeks  flush  a  vibrant  red  as  she  looks  away  from  him,  suddenly  shy  upon  hearing  his  compliment.  amelia  had  never  been  the  shy  type  —  she  was  outgoing  &&  confident,  sure  &&  determined.  something  about  tyler’s  hands  roaming  her  body,  though,  turned  that  switch  off.  “you  think  so?”

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Micah’s eyes flicked over towards the clock that sat on the wall as he heard Amelia on the end. Micah reached out for Kevin, running his fingers through his hair gently as he tried to think of something to talk about. Micah wasn’t one for small talk, small grunts were more his thing. “One of the goats got out today, Harley was having fun chasing him around the ranch.” Micah said softly, as he shifted on the couch and folded his legs. He rubbed his hand over his face slightly. “How was your day?” Micah asked softly, it was the thing you did right. Ask those kind of questions. Engage with them.  Micah’s eyes eyes flicked back over to the clock, watching the hands move slowly over the numbers. “I don’t sleep much these days. Was just going to go for a walk.”  Micah said said as he moved his eyes away from the clock. “Do you want to talk about it?”

                     AMELIA  ALLOWS  HERSELF  TO  SINK  back  into  the  mattress  as  micah  talks  &&  she  pulls  a  blanket  over  her  body.  he  was,  as  usual,  being  short  &&  concise.  but  the  sound  of  his  voice  was  comforting  nonetheless.  she  smiles  at  the  thought  of  the  dog  running  around  chasing  a  goat  &&  a  small  laugh  leaves  her.  amelia  briefly  wonders  if  having  a  pet  of  her  own  in  times  like  this  would  help  bring  a  smile  to  her  face.  then,  she  hums  at  his  questions  &&  shrugs  to  herself.  "it  was  alright...  uneventful.  i  went  to  work,  came  home  and  took  a  nap,  went  back  to  work,  then  came  home  and  went  to  bed.  clearly,  the  going  to  bed  part  didn't  go  as  planned."  amelia  brings  a  spare  pillow  close  to  her  chest  in  somewhat  of  a  hug.  she  cannot  help  but  wonder  if  she  will  ever  share  a  bed  with  someone  again  —  someone  she  loved,  at  least.  or  if  she  will  forever  have  to  hold  a  pillow  for  comfort.  "you  can  go  on  your  walk  if  you  want...  i  don't  want  to  hold  you  back."  her  voice  is  soft  &&  quiet  when  she  speaks,  suddenly  feeling  like  an  inconvenience.  he  was  her  brother  —  but  not  really,  and  of  course,  he  had  better  things  to  do  than  listen  to  her.  "no,  no  it's  alright.  i'll  spare  you."

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                    HIS  LIPS  FEEL  WARM  against  her  skin  &&  she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side,  providing  him  with  more  space  to  work  his  mouth  against  her  skin.  amelia  lets  a  sigh  escape  her  as  he  nips  at  her  neck,  finding  the  small  amount  of  pain  it  causes  delightful.  when  he  pulls  away  she  fights  the  urge  to  bring  him  back  toward  her,  the  ghost  of  his  lips  leaving  her  tingling.  she's  easily  distracted  from  the  lack  of  warmth  against  her  neck  when  tyler  slips  two  fingers  inside  her  —  just  barely  entering  her.  amelia  whines  when  he  moves  them  but  doesn't  push  them  in  any  further,  pulling  him  to  her  for  a  brief  second  before  he  pulls  back  once  again,  finally  seeming  ready  to   give  her  what  she  wanted.  with  her  legs  wrapped  loosely  around  his  waist  amelia  relaxes  into  the  mattress,  his  name  falling  from  her  lips  in  a  broken  moan  as  he  enters  her  slowly  —  much  like  with  his  fingers,  he  only  gives  her  a  taste  of  what  she  wants.  "come  here,  you  tease,"  she  demands,  suddenly  aware  of  the  fact  he  still  had  a  shirt  on.  though  a  wave  of  confusion  passes  through  her,  she  pulls  him  down  by  the  neck  of  his  shirt,  planting  a  rough  kiss  on  his  lips.  amelia  drags  her  hand  down  the  cloth  of  his  shirt,  giving  the  hem  a  small  tug  as  she  pulls  away,  "can  we  take  this  off?  i  want  to  feel  you,  all  of  you."

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FULL OF SURPRISES, tyler pushes her back onto her bed && she smirks upon hearing him growl. but the smirk is quickly wiped from her face as tyler pulls her hand away, leaving her feeling empty && unsatisfied. he was right though. it was never enough. amelia pleasured herself often but rarely ever crossed the threshold. it was only when she intently thought of him, her mind wild with vivid images, that she could make herself come. “my fingers, they can’t fill me up like you can. only the thought of having you deep inside me can push me over the edge.” amelia eagerly watches as tyler raises her fingers to his lips, the taste of her now on his tongue. her plush lips part && soft sigh escapes her when he sucks on her fingers, the image imprinted in her brain. then, he drops his hand to her warmth && his rough fingers on her clit cause her to moan his name && her hips jerk upwards in an attempt to increase the pressure. hearing his name leave her own mouth so hungrily makes her think about how much louder she could possible say it if only they had the place to themselves. she makes a quick mental note to have him over at her apartment next time && wonders if he’d take her in the kitchen or against the wall or even bent over her dining room table. the possibilities were endless && she began to think about all the ways he could fuck her, but she is brought back to the moment when he mentions being inside of her. “even if i don't last, i’m yours to do with what you please.” amelia reaches up, placing a gentle hand on his cheek && pulling him down to her, their faces less then an inch apart. “i’m yours, now and forever. use me however you’d like -- i can take it.”

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                    EVERY  SOUND  THAT  FALLS  from  his  lips  from  there  on  out  is  like  music  to  her  ears;  of  course  she  was  a  mess  for  him.  how  could  she  not  be  when  he  was  talking  to  her  so  obscenely?  it  was  so  easy  for  her  body  to  respond  to  his  —  whether  it  was  a  sigh  or  moan,  a  shiver  or  shake,  it  was  impossible  for  him  to  not  get  a  reaction  out  of  her.  amelia  hums  eagerly  in  response  to  his  question,  his  cock  too  far  down  her  throat  for  her  to  do  anything  else.  she  was  more  than  okay;  she  was  perfectly  content.  his  length,  his  taste,  the  sounds  he  made  &&  the  words  he  spoke  were  all  perfect.  her  fingers  swipe  across  the  sweetest  spot  within  her  &&  she  can’t  help  but  moan,  pulling  back  slightly  but  keeping  her  lips  firmly  around  him.  amelia  was  dangerously  close  to  climax  &&  the  more  tyler  talked  to  her,  the  closer  it  brought  her.  at  this  point,  she  is  sure  she  would  be  able  to  come  just  by  hearing  him  talk  like  this.  it  wasn’t  something  she  ever  thought  of  before,  but  amelia  could  picture  herself  entirely  bare  in  front  of  him  while  he  did  nothing  but  talk  dirty  to  her,  running  his  hands  over  her  body,  but  never  giving  her  what  she  wanted.  tyler  could  easily  bend  her  to  his  will  &&  she,  entirely  &&  endlessly  in  love  with  him,  would  comply  fervently.  amelia’s  hand  continues  to  work  over  him  slightly  increasing  the  pace,  but  she  pulls  her  head  away,  licking  her  lips.  “not  enough,  i  need  you,”  she  breathes,  letting  her  eyes  close.  “so  close,  but  i  need  you,  love.”  slowly  pulling  her  fingers  out  of  her  warmth,  she  raises  them  to  her  lips  &&  swirls  her  tongue  around  them  so  she  could  taste  herself  —  just  as  he  had  tasted  her  earlier.  amelia  leans  into  his  hand  &&  nods,  her  own  hand  falling  back  to  the  wetness  between  her  thighs.  “yes  —  god,  yes,  tyler.”  amelia’s  breath  hitches  but  she  continues,  “i  lay  in  bed  and  touch  myself  while  thinking  of  you.  it’s  always  you.  your  hands…  your  mouth…  fuck,  ty,  i  used  to  think  of  other  people,  but  you  always  made  your  way  back  to  my  mind.  all  i  want  is  you.”

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EVERYTHING HE SAYS seems to go in through one ear && out the other but the second the words ‘good girl’ find her ears, amelia’s free hand drops between her legs. finding herself drenched to the touch, she slips two fingers into her warmth with little resistance && a moan instantly leaves her mouth, nearly causing her to choke on his length. when amelia pulls away, it’s partially because she needs a moment to adjust to being filled from both ends — his cock in her mouth && her fingers in her tight cunt. “i’ll be so good for you,” she whispers, slightly out of breath. && when he guides her back, she instantly encases his tip is her mouth once more, tongue teasing his slit for the briefest moment before her cheeks hollow && she begins to suck, slowly taking more && more of him in. amelia’s fingers continue to pump into her && the feeling mixed with his words of praise && encouragement bring her close to an orgasm. her body shakes slightly, the pressure building up. amelia looks up at him through dark lashes, her eyes begging him to let her come all over her fingers while she sucked him off.

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                     AMELIA  SHUDDERS  as  he  runs  his  thumbs  over  her  hardened  nipples  &&  her  fingers  momentarily  find  his  hair,  making  no  effort  to  pull  or  guide,  but  just  to  keep  him  close.  a  sharp  inhale  turns  into  a  low  moan  when  he  catches  her  nipple  between  his  teeth  only  to  caress  it  with  his  tongue  a  moment  later.  she  was  learning  many  things  that  night  &&  one  of  them  was  how  amazing  tyler  was  with  his  tongue  —  whether  it  was  entering  the  warmth  between  her  legs,  circling  her  nipples,  or  exploring  her  mouth,  he  knew  exactly  what  he  was  doing.  the  next  few  moments  pass  in  a  blur.  she  knows  their  tongues  dance,  that  he  tells  her  he  loves  her,  that  his  cock  sits  dangerously  close  to  the  wetness  between  her  thighs,  &&  she  knows  she  has  a  sudden,  overwhelming  desire  to  feel  him  fill  her  mouth.  when  amelia  hears  the  noises   that  escape  him  &&  feels  tyler’s  fingers  in  her  hair,  she  grows  bold  &&  lowers  her  head  further,  taking  him  in  deeper  &&  making  a  slight  gagging  noise.  the  arching  of  his  hips  only  pushes  him  further  into  her  mouth  &&  she  lets  out  a  little  hum,  clearly  more  than  pleased  with  herself  at  how  much  of  him  she  could  take.  her  hand  &&  mouth  work  in  tandem,  expertly  bobbing  up  &&  down  his  cock.  but  his  next  few  words  strike  her  very  core  &&  amelia  feels  her  walls  throb  &&  tighten  around  nothing  —  she  knows  that  the  only  person  denying  her  what  she  truly  wanted  was  herself.  she  pulls  her  lips  off  him  for  a  brief  second,  “i  needed  to  know  what  you  taste  like.”  however,  when  she  returns  her  lips  to  him,  she  only  presses  gentle  kisses  up  &&  down  his  shaft,  occasionally  dragging  her  tongue  across  his  skin.  “you  feel  so  good  in  my  mouth,  ty.”

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A SMALL SOUND OF SURPRISE leaves her as he rolls them over, her body now firmly pressed against his. having forgotten she was still technically clothed, amelia withdraws && pulls her dress over her head, && when she drops it over the side of the bed, it falls with a quiet thud. her body was now entirely exposed && she places her hands gently on top of his, guiding them up her sides until his warm hands cup her breasts. it excites her — being so exposed in front of him while his hands travel across her body. “i love you, tyler.” though this wasn’t something they had done before, his hands feel so familiar && she feels every ounce of insecurity leave her. “i love you endlessly.” amelia feels his erection press against her thigh as soon as his bottoms are off && she leans down to press another kiss to his lips, their tongues colliding once more. as eager as she is to have him inside her, the feeling of his tongue in her mouth sparks her curiosity. “wait,” amelia breathes, pulling back && moving so she sits between his legs. her eyes scan his face for any sign of discomfort && when she finds none, she wraps a spit-slicked hand around his length. she keeps her gaze on him as she dips her head low, pressing a kiss to his tip before softly running her tongue over it. amelia’s hand keeps a steady pace as her lips close over him && she moans around him, enjoying the weight of him in her mouth.

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HER BOTTOM LIP GETS CAUGHT between her teeth as tyler’s fingers stretch her open, filling her generously. “i don't —” she struggles to speak, the words being knocked out of her with each thrust of his hand, “— don’t wanna learn.” but if patience meant feeling this good, perhaps it was something she might want to practice. she becomes a series of ‘mmm’s and ‘ahh’s, his fingers curling deep inside her && caressing her walls. “feels so good, ty,” she manages to get out as his tongue presses against her clit. but his fingers && tongue are not enough to satiate her hunger. she listens immediately when he speaks && amelia moves her upper-half, angling her body in a way that allows her to slip a hand into the bedside drawer while still ensuring his tongue could freely explore her. she feels around for a moment before pulling out a box of condoms, her other hand now covering her mouth as she tried to stifle her moans. the feeling of his tongue moving inside her, lapping at her warmth causes her to drop the box as she turns to face him once more. for a moment, she forgets how badly she wants to fully feel him move inside her && turns all her attention to what he does with his tongue. it’s warm && wet && hits every nerve just right. amelia props herself up on an elbow, the hand previously covering her mouth now finding tyler’s hair. slim fingers become tangled in his brown locks && she pulls gently, rocking her hips against his mouth. “my love,” she whispers && her head tilts back as she closes her eyes. “your tongue is wonderful but your cock would feel even better.” amelia continues to rock against him for a second longer before opening her eyes, slowly pulling back && gently pulling him up towards her. when the pair are at eye level, she leans forward && kisses him softly, tasting herself on his lips. amelia pulls him on top of her, a hand dropping to the bulge in his pants. she swipes the tip of her tongue across his bottom lip && strokes him through the fabric of his pants. a quiet moan escapes her when she feels how hard he is && at the same time, she slips her tongue into his mouth.

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                     TYLER’S  LIPS  WERE  LIKE  MAGIC  —  each  little  kiss  felt  electric  &&  strengthened  her  desire.  with  each  one  he  pressed  against  her  skin,  she  had  a  harder  time  concealing  her  excitement  &&  her  sighs  escaped  her  more  freely.  "patience  is  not  my  forte,  dear."  amelia  wasted  no  time  in  assisting  tyler  as  he  pulled  her  underwear  off,  lifting  her  hips  slightly  so  the  fabric  would  not  get  stuck  beneath  her.  she  keeps  her  gaze  on  him,  eyes  half-lidded  with  hunger  —  she  found  it  hard  to  look  away.  how   could  she  when  he  looked  so  beautiful  like  that:  his  head  between  her  thighs  &&  his  fingers  dangerously  close  to  entering  her.  her  hips  buck  involuntarily  the  moment  his  thumb  begins  moving  across  her  clit  &&  his  name  leaves  her  mouth  in  a  breathy  moan.  although  she  tries  to  exhibit  some  restraint,  amelia  can't  stop  herself  from  rocking  her  hips  in  an  attempt  to  increase  the  tempo.  for  a  moment,  her  mind  wanders  &&  she  thinks  about  what  it  might  be  like  if  their  roles  were  switched.  if  she  knelt  before  him,  her  tongue  lightly  grazing  his  tip,  would  he  be  as  eager  as  she  is?  or  would  it  take  more  to  elicit  a  reaction  from  him?  she  wondered  what  he  would  sound  like  as  her  lips  closed  around  him  —  would  he  say  her  name?  would  his  hands  find  her  hair  so  he  could  guide  her?  perhaps  he  would  tell  her  how  well  she  doing.  whatever  it  was  —  amelia  was  sure  she  would  love  it  &&  the  mere  thought  of  tyler  praising  her  caused  her  to  whimper.  she  moves  one  of  her  hands  to  her  breasts,  passing  her  thumb  over  an  arousal-hardened  nipple.  his  name  falls  from  her  lips  once  again  before  she  swallows  hard,  trying  to  prevent  herself  from  slurring  her  next  words.  "i  need  to  feel  you  inside  of  me,  ty.  i  don't  want  to  come  on  your  fingers,  i  want  to  come  with  you  inside  me."

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                     JUST  LIKE  THAT,  tyler  is  out  of  her  reach  once  again  &&  she  pouts  but  watches  intently  as  his  head  dips  below  her  waistline.  she  wasn't  sure  what  to  expect  when  she  arrived,  but  this  was  not  it.  nor  was  she  expecting  to  become  so  needy  &&  eager  for  his  touch  —  for  him.  a  tiny  sound  escapes  her  when  she  feels  his  lips  softly  graze  against  the  warm  skin  of  her  thigh  &&  she  spreads  her  legs  slightly,  yearning  for  more  than  soft  touches  &&  gentle  kisses.  tyler  was  taking  his  sweet  time  with  her,  picking  her  apart  at  the  seams  &&  turning  her  into  an  impatient  wreck.  it  had  been  so  long  since  had  last  been  touched  so  intimately  &&  with  such  great  care  that  everything  he  was  doing  almost  felt  brand  new.  amelia  is  so  surprised  by  the  reactions  he  can  so  swiftly  elicit  from  her  that  it  takes  her  a  moment  to  realize  he  spoke  to  her.  "ty,"  amelia  whines,  squirming  under  his  touch,  "i  don't  like  waiting."  it  isn't  long  before  she  feels  herself  grow  wet,  a  dull  throb  now  present  between  her  thighs  as  she  feels  him  tease  her  through  the  thin  fabric  of  her  underwear.  a  soft  moan  leaves  her  mouth  &&  she  lifts  her  hips  slightly  in  response  to  his  touch,  hungry  for  more  than  what  he  was  giving  her.  amelia  did  not  just  want  him  —  no,  she  needed  him.  "please,"  she  begs  again,  looking  down  at  him  pleadingly. 

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                     SHE  FEELS  A  WARMTH  between  her  thighs  emerge  as  the  sound  of  his  moan  makes  it’s  way  to  her  ears  &&  she  instantly  knows  that  if  she  wished,  she  could  turn  him  into  a  symphony  of  sighs  &&  moans.  “what  else?”  amelia  continues,  enjoying  the  sound  of  his  ragged  breath  as  he  answers  her.  a  sound  of  surprise  escapes  her  as  he  switches  their  positions,  now  finding  herself  trapped  beneath  him  &&  unable  to  move  in  such  a  way  that  would  elicit  another  moan  from  him.  but  she  eagerly  returns  the  kiss  &&  the  feeling  of  her  skin  being  exposed  as  he  pushes  her  dress  up  past  her  hips  sends  little  shivers  down  her  spine.  amelia  lets  him  guide  her  to  where  she  needs  to  be,  with  her  ankles  now  crossed  behind  his  waist  she  returns  her  hands  to  his  waist  &&  slips  her  fingers  beneath  the  fabric  of  his  waistband.  amelia  gently  pulls  him  closer,  her  gaze  steady  on  his  face,  watching  for  any  sign  that  he  might  be  uncomfortable.  when  his  eyes  pass  over  her,  she  feels  so  exposed  &&  it  excites  her.  “i  want  you  tyler,”  she  says  &&  means  it.  amelia  wanted  all  of  him  —  she  would  take  anything  &&  everything  he  had  to  offer.  a  moment  later  she  adds  a  breathy  “please.”   what  she  does  not  say  is  that  there  were  many  nights  where  she  thought  of  him  with  her  hands  between  her  thighs  &&  now  that  she  had  him  in  front  of  her,  she  was  so  overwhelmed  by  desire  that  she  does  not  know  what  to  do.  patience  is  a  virtue  &&  it  is  one  that  amelia  kaufmann  does  not  have.  nor  was  she  one  to  beg  but  the  growing  warmth  between  her  legs  tells  her  she  cannot  wait  much  longer.  she  moves  a  hand  from  his  waist  to  his  face,  a  gentle  thumb  caressing  his  cheek.  “please?”

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                     AMELIA  CANNOT  STOP  HERSELF  from  gently  tugging  at  his  hair,  guiding  him  as  he  leaves  kisses  against  the  soft  skin  of  her  neck.  “i  don’t  think  i  could  ever  forget,”  she  whispers  &&  she  tells  the  truth.  every  moment  with  him  was  special  &&  safely  tucked  away  in  her  memory.  when  tyler  pulls  away,  she  wants  to  tell  him  to  come  back  to  her,  but  what  follows  is  even  better.  his  hand  is  warm  on  her  thigh  &&  as  he  moves  it  further  up,  exposing  her  skin,  she  grinds  against  him  in  slow  but  steady  movements,  growing  more  &&  more  eager  by  the  second.  “what  else  did  you  pick  up  on?”  amelia  asks,  her  voice  quiet  &&  airy.  she  gives  her  shoulders  a  small  shake,  just  enough  for  the  straps  of  her  dress  to  fall,  providing  tyler  with  more  access  to  her  skin.  a  hand  drops  to  the  waistband  of  his  pants  as  he  continues  to  leave  kisses  along  the  stretch  of  her  neck  &&  she  gives  his  waistband  a  small  tug,  wordlessly  asking  for  permission.  amelia  remembered  her  promise  to  be  quiet  &&  she  intended  to  keep  it.