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She wanted to see him. Touch him. Hold him. She wanted to be with him so badly she could taste it. Was he waiting for her to make the first move? Maybe to apologize again? She would.
She picked up her phone before she could change her mind. What good did pride do a person at a time like this anyway?
She keyed in, 'I'm sorry,' and pressed send.
Five minutes later, he answered. 'Don't worry about it' Don't worry about it! What did that mean? Did he even care anymore? Had he ever cared?
'Do you forgive me?' Well, now her pride was non-existent. But they said pride was a sin, and she certainly didn't want to sin.
'Nothing to
forgive.'
Amy's frustration level grew. 'Can I come over?'
His answer was swift. 'For a booty call?'
Asshole. Men were such dicks. Why women ever bothered, she sometimes didn't know. 'Would you say yes to that?'
'I wouldn't turn it down.'
****
Amy pulled into his driveway twenty minutes later. She had put her nightgown and toothbrush in her bag, just in case. He was waiting for her by the back door.
"Where's Kayla?" He just stood there, nonchalant, and didn't make a move for her.
"She's spending the night with a friend." Amy walked in and he closed the door.
"Well, that makes it kind of convenient, doesn't it?" His tone was sarcastic.
She took a deep breath. She had her work cut out for her. "Listen, Jake--"
"No. You listen, Amy. I don't want to hear anymore of your bullshit excuses. This is a booty call. We're fuck buddies. Got it?" His arms crossed in front of him. The barriers were firmly in place.
Amy swallowed. "Are we, Jake? Still fuck buddies? Still just you and me, right?" She had to make sure that stipulation was still in place.
"Yes, goddammit. Nobody else." Antagonism radiated from him.
Amy hesitated a second and then dropped her bag and started walking toward him. "Okay, then."
Jake watched her glide toward him. He tried to stamp out the emotion that he shouldn't be feeling. Why the hell did he have to feel shit all of a sudden? Almost forty fucking years and nothing like this had ever happened to him before. But the five days without her were taking a toll on him. He had gotten used to having the sexual outlet so quickly. Damn. He really was spoiled. But no matter how fucked up his emotions were, the sight and scent of her had hardened him instantaneously.
He reached out, lifted her up and carried her to the couch. He toppled them over until they were laying side by side, facing each other. He wasted no time and fastened his mouth to hers.
Amy felt her head swim as his tongue dove deep into her mouth. She immediately adjusted her leg and lifted it over his. She reached down to rub his erection through his jeans. He groaned and moved his hand under her skirt, to the silk triangle covering her.
They lay together and petted and kissed each other. She unfastened his jeans and put her hand around him. His hand slid her panties aside and sunk a finger deep into her. She began rocking on his finger and jacking his penis at the same time. Slowly. She let go of his mouth for a second and reached her hand up to her tongue. She opened her eyes and stared into his as her tongue swiped the palm of her hand.
She closed her eyes and put her mouth back on his. Her hand moved back down to him.
Jake felt the small, wet hand enfold him and thought he was going to die and go to heaven right then and there. His breathing was ragged and the sound of her moans was addictive. Her hips pumped faster. Jake tore his mouth free. "Shit. I'm about to come, babe."
"Yes, yes, me, too. Come in my hand, Jake. Come in my hand." It was all he heard as he jerked against her and spilled his seed.
Amy felt him harden even more as the wet stickiness rushed into her palm. It was all she needed to push her over the edge. Her internal muscles grasped his finger and she pushed against him as she held him tightly and screamed in release.
They lay entwined until their breathing became normal again. Both were lost in their own thoughts.
