She didn’t pull it away. “Come to my room. Maybe it would be good to catch up.”
I’d barely shut the door to the room behind me when her lips were on mine. She’d lost the robe, and instead just wore a short tight silky slip, black with a lot of lace, some of which was over her tits, giving me a teasing view of how they were looking.
It wasn’t a kiss like we’d last shared. This was fierce and hot, nothing but lust and carnality. I knew tomorrow there would be some element of guilt, but not like last time. Even if Libbie was up in the night again, I wasn’t staying away because I was going out, it was work, it was what paid for the big house she lived in and the fact that she would never have any financial worries all her life. I’d gone back to my therapist for another couple of sessions, working through what had happened with Amber and afterwards, reaffirming that I knew I was allowed to move on, when I was ready.
I didn’t know if I was ready or not right now, but there was only so much I could take, and I had ached to have this again with her, one last time, maybe another, because even the guilt would be worth it.
“Are you sure?” I kissed the side of her neck, my hand bunching up her slip, knuckles grazing silky thigh.
That thigh came up to hook around my hip. “Sure. No strings. No apologies tomorrow. No regrets.”
“All of that I can do.” I flicked the strap of her slip off her shoulder, letting the material drop, her breasts remaining covered, but her nipples pebbled harder. “Same for you though. No regrets.”
“Promise.” Her hands went to the buttons of my shirt, undoing each one far too slowly. I hurried her along, helping with every other one, then when it had come apart, I stole another kiss, my hands pushing down the other strap.
That little silky slip caught around her breasts first, teasingly hovering just above her nipples. I helped it down, slipping my fingers underneath and tugging it away. Then it slid to the floor, leaving her completely bare.
“Were you just wearing this when you were downstairs?” I dragged my fingers down, over her breasts and tweaked her nipples, one hand carrying on to between her legs. I cupped her there, dipping my finger into her wetness. She was already soaked.
I toyed with her there for a minute or so, teasing her round her clit, not quite giving her what she wanted.
Amber’s hands were on me, undoing my fly and releasing my cock from my underwear, her hand squeezing my erection.
“Condom.” She pulled away from our kiss. “Do you have a condom?”
I nodded. “In my wallet. Get on the bed. I want to watch you touch yourself.” I bent down to grab my trousers, pulling my wallet out of the pocket and finding the condom that I still had there.
Amber backed on to the bed, sitting up on the mattress and spreading her legs. She looked slightly shy, her movements tentative as she ran her fingers from her tits to between her legs.
“Spread them more. I want to see.” I stroked my cock, the bead of pre-cum lubricating the head. “Do you think of me when you do this on your own?”
She nodded. “Yes. Do you think of me?”
I nodded. “More than you probably imagined. I think about you on that table and the different ways I could take you there. I think of having you in the changing room showers. I think about fucking you in every hotel room we’ve stayed in since the owner’s birthday.” All that was true. What was also true was how I’d woken up hard some mornings and wished she was there next to me, so I could wake her by sliding under the covers and getting her off with my mouth or fingering her until she was wet enough for me to plunge into her.
I didn’t use the bedroom Chan and I had anymore. After she died, I moved into the guest suite, which didn’t have the memories. In a few weeks, we wouldn’t be in the same house.
“I think about you coming into the shower when I’m in there and fucking me from behind while I’m trying to hold onto the walls.” Her cheeks were pink with arousal and embarrassment. “Or turning up in my room and telling me what to do.” Her hand was busying itself now between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clit and her legs tense.
I smiled, feeling a bit like a lion baring its teeth at its prey before he devoured it. “I never would’ve thought that someone who spends their days telling a group of athletes what to do would get off on being bossed in bed.” I tore the wrapper and slid on the condom. “Lie back and touch your tits.”
She didn’t hesitate, her fingers going straight to her nipples. I climbed on the bed and over her, fingering her with two digits and hearing her mewl, before lining my cock up at her entrance. She was wet and ready, and judging by her breathing, it wouldn’t take her long to come on my cock.
I put my hands under ass cheeks and lifted her up, gripping her hips. Sliding into her tightness almost made me lose it, my cock hardening to an almost painful extent. I paused when I was fully seated, Amber’s hands on my skin, moving to encourage me to move.
“I’ll go slower next time.” Because there was no chance of this time being slow.
Amber’s response was to groan, her head tipping back and lips parted as I started to move, my thrusts fast and short, needing to find my release.
“Touch your clit.” There was no way I’d finish without her getting there.
She obeyed, her body starting to writhe almost as soon as she started touching herself.
“Good girl. Can you make yourself come?” I had no idea how I was managing to find words right now. She was lying stuffed full of my cock, body flushed and about to orgasm, those curves belonging just to me right now, and I wanted to own every inch of them.
Her yell warned me that she had started to orgasm, her body rocking beneath mine. I changed my position, lowering her hips, and shifting her knees higher up so I could get deeper, something I knew would possibly get her there again.
Amber’s hands went to her tits, pinching her own nipples, the sight of which was enough to push me over my edge and I filled the condom, feeling the tightening of her pussy and a rush of words from her that told me she was coming again.
