His hips begin to thrust forward slightly, meeting the rhythm of Amelia's eager sucking. He groans deep in his throat as she takes more and more of him into her mouth, feeling her tongue dance around the head of his cock.

Her movements become more frantic, her need for him growing with every thrust. Matt can feel himself getting closer to the edge, but doesn't want it to be over too soon. He reaches down, gripping her hair tightly and pulls her off just long enough to meet his eyes.

His voice is rough and strained as he speaks. "Fuck...you feel so good..." He trails off, panting heavily as he looks down at her. "I want to see you naked...let me touch you..."

He guides her back up onto the bed, his hands roaming all over her body as they kiss passionately. His fingers slip beneath her bra, cupping and massaging her breasts before sliding lower to stroke at her smooth, wet folds.