Then Amber lifts her hips, her manicured fingers rolling over her clit. If I wasn’t already on the brink, I sure would be now.
My release spills out of me, lashing Amber’s raised ass with one rope after another of hot cum. I watch as it runs down between the cleft of her ass, over her swollen, pink skin, and down, down to meet her fingers. Amber is masturbating herself to orgasm with my cum as lube and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I stay where I am, hand wrapped around my still-hard cock, and watch, mesmerised, as Amber cants her hips more and more, giving me the perfect view as she starts to spasm. Her pussy pulses hard, and she moansTheo,Theoas her orgasm crests.
And god help me, I’m a fucking weak man.
Because just as she lets out a long, sharp cry into the bed, I slam my cock back into her.
We don’t talk about it at all. Amber doesn’t mention it. And the niggling voice that tells me spurting my… My lover’s bare pussy with cum probably wasn’t a good idea - that voice gets locked away along with my judgmental inner asshole, and the thoughts of Amber’s father murdering me for dicking down his daughter.
For now, Amber’s curled up in an armchair, wearing nothing but an oversized cardigan, a cup of coffee wrapped in her hands, smiling at me as I sit down in the armchair beside hers.
“I love this view,” she says, gazing out the window before us. “I know it’s just trees, but it’s so pretty.”
“It’s what sold me on this house.” I run a hand over my bare chest, the warmth of the fire washing over us both. “This view. It brought me a lot of peace.”
“I bet.” Amber takes a sip of her coffee, and tilts her head as she looks back at me. “Do you think you’ll ever get married again?”
“Me?” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Oh honey, I think I’m too old for all that.”
She rolls her eyes and gags. “Youneedto stop with the ‘I’m old, soooo old’ line. You’re in your 40s. You could live another 60 years.”
“You got a whole lot of faith in my genes there,” I say with a laugh, gulping down a warming mouthful of milky coffee.
“My grandpa is in his 90s, and still jogs, every day.” Amber raises her eyebrows as though making an extremely valid point. “And you’re a machine. Look how fit you are.” Her expression shifts and she drags her lower lip through her teeth. “If you wereso old, you could have never fucked me, what, 7 times in the past 18 hours?”
A flush rises in my face, and I rub the back of my neck as I laugh. “Yeah alright, you have a point. I don’t do too bad for a man my age, I guess.”
“You do extremely well.” Amber smirks at me over the edge of her cup. “Besides, a hot guy like you? It’s a waste for you to be single.”
“I guess we’ll see then.” I shrug, looking over her long legs that are drawn up against her chest. “And what about you?”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Me?”
“Yeah, you know, obviously you have the career all set for you, Miss Amber Pope, Master Bridge Builder, but what about the rest?” I wave my hand vaguely around the room. “You know, home and marriage and kids, is that all on the horizon for you?”
Amber sighs as she looks out the window at the slate-grey sky and the falling rain. “Marriage, yeah, maybe. If I met the right guy. But kids, no.” She shakes her head adamantly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love them. My eldest brother and his wife have two year old twins, and they areadorable. I love them so much, but I don’t really have the urge to be a mom myself. I’d rather be the rich, cool auntie that takes them to Disney, y’know?” She gives me a devious side glance. “Drops them off back home hyped up on sugar, that kind of thing.”
I chuckle quietly and nod. “Fair enough.”
“You and Mella never wanted any more? Kids I mean?”
I shift back into the armchair with a heavy breath, and squint at the sky. “No, no, we were happy with Laurie.”
“I don’t think anyone has more kids because they’re unhappy with the first one.” Amber leans towards me, reaching out a hand to stroke along my arm. “Laurie said once that she was an accident?”
“Oh, god no.” I rub my forehead and shake my head. “No, she was, no I hate that word,accident. She was unplanned, but when we found out she was on her way, we were happy.” I sigh, putting my coffee cup down on the side table, and suddenly I want to tell this young woman at my side everything. Things I’ve never really talked to anyone else about. “Mella had an abortion, real early on when we were first together. We were both still in college, and it was just the wrong time.”
“Was that… hard for you?” Amber strokes her hand down my arm until she reaches my fingers, and entwines her own through them.
“No, no it wasn’t. Mella was very matter-of-fact about it, and I sure as shit wasn’t ready to be a father then, I was way too young.” I smile over at her. “Just a little older than you are now.”
Amber shakes her head with a huffed laugh, but doesn’t let go of my hand. “But then when she was pregnant with Laurie, it was the right time?”
I shrug, looking down at our joined hands and thinking how nice it is just to hold someone’s hand. I wrap Amber’s hand in both of mine, running my thumb over her delicate, long fingers, her pale peach manicured nails, and without thinking, raise her hand to my mouth to place a kiss in her palm.
Amber’s expression when I meet her eyes is one of quiet surprise. She stares at me for a moment, then drops her gaze and turns away from me.
