It happens faster than I expect. One moment she’s panting, her thighs trembling on either side of my head, and the next she’s crying out, her entire body locking up.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck,” she chants, her voice rising to a keen as the orgasm crashes into her.
I keep my mouth on her, easing her through the aftershocks, lapping up the flood of her release until she pushes weakly at my shoulders, oversensitive. I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look up at her.
Her head is thrown back, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a beautiful, rosy pink. She looks wrecked in the best possible way.
I climb to my feet, my knees protesting slightly against the hard floor, and capture her lips. She kisses me back hungrily,tasting herself on my tongue, her arms winding around my neck to pull me closer.
I can feel her heart beating against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
“You’re incredible,” I murmur against her mouth, sliding a hand down to cup her sex again. She jerks, her hips bucking into my palm. “Do you think you can do that again for me?”
“I don’t know,” she breathes, shaking her head slightly. “I’ve never… that was…”
“Let’s find out.”
I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean, enjoying the way her eyes darken as she watches me. Then, I slide two fingers back inside her.
She’s still so wet, so hot, that there’s no resistance. She gasps, her head falling forward to rest on my shoulder.
I thrust my fingers in and out, curling them slightly to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. With my other hand, I reach between us and tug the cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts.
They’re fuller than I expected, with nipples that are a deep, dark brown. I lean down, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight peak before sucking gently.
“Oh god,” she whimpers, her hands tangling in my hair again.
I kiss my way back up to her mouth, swallowing her moans as I continue to work her with my fingers. I can feel her internal muscles starting to flutter, clenching around my digits.
She’s getting close again, her breathing turning ragged, her hips rocking to meet my hand.
“Eli,” she gasps. “I’m… it’s happening again.”
“Let it go, Amber,” I tell her, pumping my fingers faster. “Come for me.”
Her head falls back, hitting the metal door of the cooler with a dull thud, but she doesn’t seem to feel it. Her entire body shakes, a shudder racking her frame as the second orgasm tears through her.
Her knees give out, and only my grip on her waist keeps her from sliding to the floor. I hold her up, pressing kisses to her damp forehead, her cheeks, her neck, waiting for the trembling to subside.
“Condom,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“Wallet,” I manage to get out. “Back pocket.”
She reaches behind me, fumbling for my wallet, her fingers brushing against my ass through my jeans. She finds it and flips it open, extracting the foil packet with clumsy fingers.
“My turn,” she commands.
I let her take it. She holds the foil between her lips, her eyes locked on mine as her hands move to my belt.
She makes quick work of the buckle, then the button and zipper of my jeans. The fabric pools around my ankles, and she cups me through my black briefs, massaging my straining erection.
I groan, my hips jerking forward into her touch. She smiles, a wicked, satisfied curve of her lips, and pushes the briefs down. My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach.
“I want to taste you,” she says, dropping to her knees.
“Amber, no,” I gasp, reaching down to stop her. “If you do that, I’ll come embarrassingly fast and then I won’t be able to get it up again. Not tonight. I need to be inside you.”
She pouts playfully, but she stays on her knees for a moment longer, wrapping her hand around my shaft. She strokes me from root to tip, her thumb smearing the pre-come over the head.
