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18r content!!!!
We tumbled into a sensual kiss, an all-consuming sexy kiss that I felt to my toes, an erection forming against her.
I fondled her spectacular bottom and pictured it naked, exposed for my pleasure, my cock swelling.
When I caressed her hip, Amelia eased her body away from mine in an invitation and, with growing excitement, I slipped my hand under her silk camisole. Her skin was warm and soft, her body slender, and, as I caressed her upwards, my heart beat faster.
That first touch was thrilling. Amelia's delicate breast was perfectly formed, gravity defying, and still so petite.
It pressed to my palm, warm and firm, yet yielding to pressure. It changed my tastes; large breasts couldn't hold a candle to her's; simply exquisite.
The kiss ended. Her eyes opened, my hand still cupping her delicate breast. She looked at me. "Are they too small?" she asked, sweetly shy.
"No. They're perfect, simply perfect."
"Kay," she whispered.
I kissed her again, harder, so aroused by her, and wrapped her in my arms, slipping my hands under her camisole to caress her bare back, her skin so soft.
Rolling, Amelia lay on top of me, her body pressing against a full erection. She broke the kiss and sighed, her face nestling to my neck.
My nose was full of her, the scent of orange blossoms and sweetness. When I caressed her glorious buttock, Amelia moved; a slight hunch.
Suddenly, we were dry humping against each other, Amelia pressing her pussy against my shaft.
Her breath was warm against my neck. Her arms wormed around my neck to hug me, her body gently humping. It was fantastic, this intimate game, sexy and exciting; a young girl experiencing pleasure with a guy for the first time.
I drowned in her movements, how her pussy caressed my shaft, my erection swelling, so hard, precum emerging. We humped slowly, pleasure flooding my body.
Still humping me, Amelia lifted her face, looked into my eyes, hers now a dark, smoldering, smoky gray. She looked at my mouth, smiled slightly, and kissed me, a sweet, gentle kiss, her eyes closing.
She humped me slowly, her breath washing against my face, and teased my lips with her tongue. When I responded, Amelia opened her mouth, so sexy, and kissed me harder.
Her pussy pressed against my shaft more firmly, hunching and rubbing herself on me, her beautiful buttocks flexing in my palms.
Breathing grew more intense, her body more insistent, her legs falling to my sides.
Suddenly, the kiss ended. She buried her face against my neck, holding me tightly.
Her body trembled, rhythm briefly lost, then regained with more vigor. An almost silent snort, breath sharply inhaled, and Amelia shuddered.
She fell into her quiet climax, panting quietly, body shaking, pussy humping, humping, urgent and hard.
Through my hands, I felt her buttocks clench as she froze at her peak, and relax with a deep sigh as she melted on top of me, her body limp. I was still achingly erect but stopped moving.
I'd just experienced something I'd never experienced before; a young girl's sweet, gentle climax, and I wanted to burn it into my memory. Nothing could compare to it.
Nothing! It was so different; not the gasping, furious, loud, almost fake climaxes I'd experienced with other women.
Amelia's was honest and sweet and intensely beautiful, and I knew, if I could spend a lifetime giving her pleasure, I'd be a happy man.
A limp Amelia sighed. She moved slightly feeling my erection against her. Her head rose, softened eyes studying me. "You didn't..."
I smiled and brushed her rough-shorn hair behind her ear. "No. But I don't mind."
A small blush emerged. "Can I... ?"
"No. You've given me more than enough pleasure," I told her. My heart tripped at her smile.
"Kay."
Her wonderful scent teased my nose when she slid off me to my side. "You smell of orange blossoms," I murmured into her hair.
"Mmm-hmm."
"How come?"
"My soap. Do you like it?"
"Very much."
"I'm glad."
Throughout the night, every time Amelia moved or rolled over, I woke up and drew her back into my arms. I couldn't get enough of her.
She calmed me with her aroma, sleepiness muting her orange blossom scent. She was warm and soft and so deliciously cuddly. Like an opiate to an addict, I needed more.
The intimacy we'd shared changed our relationship. It was evident as soon as Amelia woke up in my arms.
She looked at me with intensity, and said, "I forgot to tell you I love you last night," almost apologetically.
"That's okay."
"No, it's not," she insisted seriously. "I have to tell you every night so you won't forget."
My heart lurched. "I won't forget, Amelia."
Still serious, she informed me, "I have to tell you every night."
"Why?"
"Because." Her eyes brightened. "We're getting Rufus back today!"
In a flurry of energy, she rolled out of bed, her mind no longer on me. I grinned and headed to the shower.
My morning erection was dealt with to memories of fondling her scrumptious bare breast, the remarkable shape and firmness and the sexiness of kissing her.
Release was exquisite but had no impact on my yearning for her. I was besotted.
The day passed quickly with chores. I had to clean up before the weekly visit of our maid; a lovely, mid-twenties Peruvian lady who sang as she worked. Amelia got along famously with her.
By four-thirty, Amelia was vibrating with excitement, hounding me to go pick up Rufus.
At just after five, Dr. Jameson entered the examination room with Rufus.
Amelia immediately knelt. "Rufus! Look at you!" She held her arms open and Rufus woofed, wagged his tail and dashed, knocking Amelia onto her butt, bright laughter making both Dr. Jameson and me smile.
Rufus wore some strange opaque white cone around his neck that reminded me of His Master's Voice gramophone logo, except with the dog's head poking through the sound cone. Giggles erupted as Rufus washed Amelia's face.
I looked at Dr. Jameson. He smiled. "Rufus should wear the collar for the next three days. It will stop him licking his stitches."
That ought to be interesting.
When Amelia finally stood, Dr. Jameson placed a clear Ziploc bag on the examination table.
"We extracted these," he said. "This looks like a round chrome plated brass door or cabinet knob.
We also found one sock - dark brown, one Dole banana label, a one Cent piece, a plug from headphones, part of a plastic frame we can't identify, and what looks to be stones of some sort."
"Wow!" Amelia inspected the collection. "Is that part of your Smartphone?" she asked me.
I'll be damned! It was. But the other items? "He's a vacuum," I observed.
"It's a bit odd to have that selection of non-edibles," Dr. Jameson said. "You might want to keep an eye on him and train him not to eat anything but food.