Amber laughs softly. “I did kind of tell you to. It’s my fantasy, remember?”
“Yes, but-”
“Stop.” She raises her lips to mine, kissing me gently, with complete trust. “Stop freaking out. You’re not going to corrupt me with your dick, I promise.” She smiles when I huff out a laugh. “It felt really good. And I meant it, I wish we could do it again.”
I stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “Me, too.”
“Then we know what we’re doing with our day tomorrow, right?” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, long, slow, soft, warm.
And I still don’t tell her what I was thinking. That she’s somehow unleashed some feral, possessive side of myself that I didn’t even know was there anymore. That I want to fuck her until Monday - and then for all the days after that.
Which, of course, I can’t.
On Monday, I will have to let her go, and I’ll have to tell myself that I haven’t possibly fallen for this girl in the space of less than a day. We agreed it was just sex. Nothing is going to change. We sure as hell aren’t going to fall in love.
3
SATURDAY MORNING
Rain wakes me first,the steady pattering against the window drawing me from my dreams.
And straight into another one.
Amber is lying beside me, stretched out and heavenly, her hair in a wild array on the pillow. The comforter has slipped down to reveal her breasts, and I could wake up to this sight every day and never get tired of it.
My self-loathing from last night eased a little with Amber’s reassurance, but I still can’t get those possessive thoughts out of my head. I have no right to entertain them, I know that. I know better than to have one amazing night with a pretty girl send me into a tailspin.
I have to banish that sentimental, foolish side of myself for the remainder of the weekend, to be dealt with on Monday when this is all over. For now, I want to be what Amber wants, the man she needs me to be, the one to give her the experience she deserves.
Amber murmurs in her sleep and rolls over onto her stomach. Because I’m a greedy bastard, I want to see more, and I pull the comforter down so I can take in more of her. I lean overto inhale the warm scent of her skin, downright greedy for it, and as my palm caresses the curve of her ass, I trail kisses down her spine. She smells like heaven, like cotton and sandalwood soap, and a bit of me, the scent of my cologne clinging to her hair.
She stirs, sighing sleepily into her pillow, brushing aside the hair that trails over her face. She shifts her hips, pressing her ass against my palm, and makes a hum of satisfaction.
“I like waking up like this,” she says, stretching her arms out, and reaching back to stroke a hand along my stomach. “I read a book a couple months ago, and it was all about somnophilia.” She raises her head a little, giving me a sideways smirk. “You know what that is?”
“I do, as a matter of fact.” My kisses trail lower, to the small of her back, my hands now kneading the firm flesh of her ass. “Is that another thing you’d like to try?”
“Not like, with sedation or anything,” she says with a small laugh, and another hum rings through her as my hands stray lower, over her upper thighs and down into the valley between her legs. “Just like… waking up with a cock inside me. I think that’d be fun.”
I file this information away for later, because that does sound like fun, and the thought of a sleeping Amber lying in my bed, peaceful and vulnerable, turns me on more than it should. My reason tells me I should show some restraint and not spend the entire weekend just fucking this girl, but then… Isn’t that what she wanted? Isn’t that exactly what she’s here for?
“Have you ever filmed yourself?” Amber asks, raising herself on her elbows and tossing her long copper hair over her shoulder.
I laugh against her skin, my thumbs teasing along the seam of her cunt, and she tenses, biting her lip with a sharp intake of breath.
“I remember a polaroid camera being involved one time, but no, no filming.” I gaze up at her, along the slope of her back, and raise an eyebrow. “Somnophilia, free use, now voyeurism? Pretty girl has quite a list of kinks growing there.”
Amber giggles, pressing the backs of her fingers against her mouth. “Are you horrified yet?”
“Honey, nothing about you could horrify me.”
“Oh, don’t say that.” Amber folds her arms on the pillow and lays her head down on them. “I don’t need to be on a pedestal.”
“Unless that pedestal is my face.”
She lets out a throaty, lecherous laugh. “Nowthat’sa pedestal you can put me on, any time. Though I might smother you.”
“If it’s your pussy that kills me, I will die a happy man.” My fingers probe a little further between her legs, and she’s so warm here, a warmth that makes me want to bury my face and lick her to orgasm before we even have breakfast.
