Amelia's hands slid down Stan's chest, fingers trembling slightly as the aftershocks of her own pleasure still pulsed through her. She pushed him gently onto his back, eyes locked with his, then moved lower. The soft sleep trousers he'd worn to bed were already tented hard. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and drew them down, along with his briefs, freeing him completely.
His cock rose thick and heavy against his stomach, flushed dark, the veins standing out along the shaft. Amelia exhaled a soft, unsteady breath at the sight of him. She settled between his thighs, palms stroking the insides of his legs in slow, soothing passes, then leaned in. For a moment she simply looked at him, one hand resting lightly on his hip, the other tracing the length of him with careful fingers before she touched him with her mouth.
