I wondered how fucking selfish her previous lovers had been.
“I had that too. And you get this too.”
She didn’t respond, too caught up in taking the tip of my cock inside her pussy. I watched, just like she was watching, the sight almost enough on its own to finish me off.
My whole body felt tighter than a vice, watching her take me in, inch by inch. She was tight, but wet, and the moan from her told me that this was feeling good for both of us.
I brushed her nipples with my fingers, toying with them, squeezing the tips which made her pussy contract around me, and my hips started to move. I was now past the point of owning every ounce of control. I needed to move, to fuck her.
Amber’s groan was half whimper, her hands holding onto my shoulder and her own hips starting to shift as she started to ride my cock, her tits bouncing with each movement.
“You feel - ” She stilled slightly as my own thrusts became more dominant, her muscles clamping down harder around me. “Fuck, Nate. You’re going to make me - ”
I held her hips, slowing her movements while she pulsed around me, her wetness soaking my cock with her orgasm. My own explosion wasn’t that far off, and the need for release was now crushing the other parts of my brain that had been in control and taking her carefully.
That control snapped.
I lifted her up, manoeuvring her underneath me, and bringing her legs up around my waist, before thrusting into her tight heat again. This time I took full control, setting a fast, hard rhythm that had Amber digging her nails into my back and fighting for dominance of our mouths as we shared a kiss that was the opposite of the soft ones we’d had before.
Her cries were needy, greediness taking over as she sought another orgasm from me, slipping her hand between us to toy with her clit and find gold.
I felt her pulse again, her body buck beneath mine and then I saw stars, lots of gold, flickering stars, and my whole body contracted, filling the condom as I ejaculated so hard, it almost hurt.
Time became irrelevant as we lay there, me still braced over her, her arms and legs softly wrapped around me. I pressed kisses to her collar bone and her jaw, finding her lips for a sweeter kiss than before. I could feel her heart racing next to mine, my chest pressed against hers, my weight taken by my arms. I wished we were in a bed, because I’d never been the type to fuck and run, and I wanted to stay here with her. Touching. Talking. Having that time afterwards.
But we were in her treatment room, and our bed was her table. I knew I’d never be able to have treatment in here again without remembering exactly what we’d done on it.
I kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She said it too quietly. “Yes. I feel amazing.” Her eyes looked sleepy. “We’re going to have to move at some point.”
“We are. Are you going out tonight?” I knew more than the first team were going.
“I’m meant to be.” Her fingers fluttered over my back, her breath almost back to normal. “Are you?”
“Yes. My parents are looking after the girls so I should make the most of it. Are you sure we should keep this between us?” I kissed her collarbone again.
She sighed. “Yes. It’s not going to be any more than this, is it?”
I shrugged. “Let’s just see, hey?”
She smiled, but this was a smile I couldn’t read.
CHAPTER7
Amber
I achedin places where there weren’t muscles, or not ones that I thought I possessed any more. Nate had left after more kisses and bemoaning the fact that we couldn’t grab round two, which by that time, we were probably both more than ready for. After so long with only self-induced orgasms and the faint memory of the poor ones I’d had – or maybe not, I was half sure that my memory had imagined they’d happened so I thought of the sex as being better than it was – it was like the floodgates had been dragged open.
Part of me wanted to stay in and to try and make sense of what had happened, relive some of the high points which would take most of the evening. But the sensible part of me knew not to overthink it.
It was a probably a one-time thing, maybe a two time thing, but it didn’t have legs. I’d mentioned in our text messages that I didn’t want children – we’d actually had a full-on conversation about it – so Nate wouldn’t be pegging me as his future baby-mama for his girls. I also knew that he had no desire to start a relationship; he was still in the process of grieving Chan and sorting his life out without her mother, who had been the biggest part of his support network since he’d been a single dad.
Take the orgasms and run. That was what Genny had said to me, which I suspected was what she was doing with whoever she was seeing. I could follow that advice.
I’d showered, reluctantly rinsing Nate’s scent off my skin, and then actually spent time taming my hair and applying make-up, so I looked different from my usual physio self.
Neva turned up, clearly not wanting to arrive at the bar by herself. She headed straight for my fridge, passing some comment about me never being ready on time, before sticking her head into the fridge and inspecting its contents.
