“For fuck’s sake, Nate, you scared the shit out of me!” She turned around, giving me a perfect view of her curves in those pants and a fitted cropped hoodie, a tight white top.
I took her in, feeling no guilt for appreciating her curves, remembering how her tits had felt in my hands, how rock hard her nipples had been.
“Did you have a good Halloween with the girls?”
She nodded. “I did. It was fun. How was yours?”
“Good. Shall I lock the door?”
She nodded. “I’m the last one here, and there’s no one else I need to see.”
I closed it and locked it behind me, pulling off my hoodie and T-shirt at the same time and dropping them on the floor. “Have you time for a massage?” Because my back was as tight as fuck as well as wanting her hands on me.
“Always. You know the drill.” She went to the cupboard where she kept the creams and balms she used for massage, picking one out after looking at a couple. Placing it down on the side, she pulled off the cropped hoodie she’d had on, leaving her in a white vest.
I stared at her. She was bra-less, the thin material not doing anything to hide her tits, her nipples visible through it.
“Tell me you haven’t worn that in front of anyone else.” I knew she wouldn’t have done. I knew this was for me.
She shook her head. “This is my idea for a present for both of us. But it has to be a secret one. Turn over.”
“I’d rather not.” I lay down on my back, my dick hard and waiting. “Turn over. I want the view.”
“The secret though - ”
“No one will know.” Because I knew there'd be consequences for her. “I’m not like that, Amber. I’m not like him.” Meaning Levi, who would hopefully now have a nice shiner.
She nodded. “I trust you. Maybe it’s because of everything that – that you’ve been through.”
“Or maybe because you’ve gotten to know what I’m like over the last couple of years.” I pushed myself up because I needed to see more of her. “And the last couple of weeks.”
She nodded. “This is a one-time thing. I think we both have an itch to scratch.” Her slim fingers uncapped the bottle of oil and poured it into her palm.
I laid back, my fists balled so I didn’t touch her as she leaned over me, a hand going to each shoulder, the vest not quite tight enough to not gape at the top, allowing me a view of her cleavage.
She started to run her hands over my chest, pressing over my pecs towards my abs. I groaned, because of her touch and because of her tits, her ponytailed hair dripping over her shoulder, the chocolate locks contrasting with the sheer whiteness of the vest.
I gave into touching her, my hands going to her waist and guiding her onto the padded table so she straddled me. She arched her back upwards, her hands back on my shoulders and I took the chance to push her vest over her stomach, my hands now on her skin there.
“Can I take it off? I want to see you.”
She swallowed, her eyes and that gulp telling me everything about how she was feeling right now.
Fear, apprehension and a hell of a lot of lust.
I moved a hand up her back and used it to guide her head down, pulling into a kiss that was as sweet as the first we’d shared. Soft lips, a flick of my tongue and she opened her mouth for me so I could make it deeper, mimic with my mouth what I wanted to do elsewhere. Her hips lowered, her centre pressing against my erection. My fingers ruffled her hair, pulling off the tie and freeing it.
Amber stopped the kiss, sitting back up and taking her hands off my skin. She pulled up the hem of the vest and I watched, spellbound as she rid her body of it, exposing the tits I’d been fantasizing about for the last few weeks.
They were round and firm, dark nipples perkily hard. I had never seen anything more of a turn on in my life and I would deal with that thought later.
“Do you – are you – fuck, Amber, I’ve lost my words.”
She laughed, tipping her head back, her tits bouncing and my hands itched to touch them.
“Do you like them being touched?”
She nodded, swallowing again. “I think so.”
