"How does this feel, Alana?"
He moves his palm to cup my mound. It's so intense I jerk on his hand, thrusting my hips forward and letting out a moan. My nipples peak, and his other hand slides to my chest. One-handed, he undoes the top button of my blouse and slides his rough hand under my bra.
My back arches as he tugs on my nipple with one hand while the other hand caresses my aching pussy.
"Fuck...that's too much." I regret my words as he pulls his hand away.
My eyes flutter open. "No... don't stop."
"Yes, ma'am."
His fingertips slide under the top of my leggings and under the top of my panties.
I try to speak, but my words come out in a breathless muddle. It's been a long time since I was touched intimately, and the sensation is too much.
"You don't need to speak, Alana. Just feel," he whispers in my ear, echoing my own words.
His hand slides deeper into my panties until his bare fingers come into contact with my core. I writhe against him, unable to control my body. As his palm slides downward, my hips slide forward.
I need his touch. I need release. I don't even know what I need—I just know I need more of what he's giving me.
His hand slides out of my bra and tugs on my blouse. A button pops off and pings onto the floor before rolling somewhere. I'm beyond caring, especially when his mouth closes on my breast.
"Fuck, Amos."
He tugs my nipple between his teeth, and a wave of heat shoots through my chest to meet the heat between my legs. My entire body is on fire, and I don't know how much more I can stand.
My hands grip his arms and I thrust my hips forward, needing more of everything he's giving me. The pressure is building like a volcano inside of me.
And then I explode. I shatter against his palm as waves of heat and pleasure radiate through me. My back arches and I cry outas the intense orgasm destroys me. I grab onto his shoulders for support so my body doesn't give way.
I float down from the high, only for his movements to start again. Slow and languid, hitting just the right spot. It doesn't take long for me to lose control a second time. And then again until my body feels like jelly and I can't stand anymore.
I crumple against his solid chest, exhausted. His heart races beneath his chest, and I lean back as my hand slides to his belt buckle.
Buzz buzz buzz
My phone buzzes from my purse discarded on the floor. The harsh noise crashing me back to reality.
"What's the time?" I lunge for my purse and the persistent ring of my phone.
Amos checks his watch. "Five fifteen."
"Shit." I was supposed to pick up Kyra at five.
I dig out my phone and swear again when I see it's the mother to the girl Kyra's on a playdate with.
"I'm so sorry..." I wonder if she can hear the breathlessness in my voice. Surely she can hear my heartbeat thumping in my chest. She must be able to tell from my voice what I've been up to.
"I'm just checking in. Did we say five? I've got to go pick the boys up soon. I can drop Kyra off at home on the way."
"Yes, I'm so sorry. I got caught up..." I glance at the empty shopping bags discarded on the kitchen counter. "The groceryshopping took longer than expected." I wince at the lie. "I'm on my way now."
I hate that I let myself get carried away, and I've let Kyra down. I can't look at Amos as I slide my leggings up my thighs and put my bra back together. There's nothing to be done about the missing button on my blouse.
"I'm sorry. I've got to go."
He refastens the buckle of his belt and shifts the hard mound under his jeans.
