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“Aftercare?” A moan slipped from my lips as his fingers pushed into my head.
“Yeah, taking care of you after we fuck.” He tugged my head back, placing a soft peck on my forehead. “I like this a lot actually.”
A husky laugh escaped me. “I like this too, Sammy.” And I did. Maybe more so than he did. I had never been taken care of before. Not by a guy. And definitely not by someone like him. While Sammy may have been grumpy and moody as hell, I liked that I got a side of him he didn’t share with most. If anyone at all. It made me feel special, almost like he was saving those little bits for me and me alone.
We spent the next little while washing each other in silence. He let me run my hands over him, washing away the remnants of what we had spent the night before doing. While the evidence of our desire for each other slid down the drain, no matter how many times we washed the sex off our skin, I knew that it would forever be embedded on our souls.
Sammy
After our shower, wegot dressed and headed to a restaurant that was attached to the motel so I could feed Amber. Her stomach rumbled as we sat in the booth, making both of us laugh. Her cheeks had turned pink, and the waitress only smiled.
I never thought I could be this comfortable with a woman before. She wasn’t all over me on a constant basis. Not that I would complain. But I found for the first time in my adult life, that I wanted to spend time with a woman. Get to know her. Find out what other kinks she was into. I wanted to know what made her tick and what her hobbies were. I wanted to know what made her sad and put a smile on her face. I wanted to know it all. Every single thing that made up Amber.
While she perused the menu, I couldn’t help but look at her. She had a glow in her skin that was there because of me. Her red hair was a mess on top of her head with ringlets falling down around her face. She told me earlier while she was towel-drying her hair after our shower, that she always straightened it for work but that it was naturally curly. I preferred the natural look. It made her almost look innocent in a way. Besides the outfit she was wearing, which was her work attire from the night before, she appeared younger.
Letting my eyes roam down the length of her, they stopped at the hem of her black skirt that had ridden up her thighs. Any higher and I would be able to see her. Knowing she was completely bare beneath the fabric, my mouth watered. It was as if her panties were burning a hole in my pocket.
“Everything looks wonderful,” she said, interrupting my eye-fucking her. “I want one of each.” She laughed at her own joke, chewing her bottom lip. “Hmm...I think I’ll get an omelet. And coffee. Definitely coffee.”
As if the waitress read her mind, she brought over a mug and poured coffee into it for Amber.
“My hero.” Amber took the mug and brought it to her lips, letting out a soft sigh after. As she took a few more sips, her eyes met mine from over the rim. “What?”
“You’re beautiful,” I told her.
“Oh.” She placed her mug on the table, giving me a small smile. “Thank you.”
I reached a hand out, brushing my fingers over the soft skin at the hem of her skirt.
Her breath caught. “Sammy.”
“Do you not like when I touch you?” I asked, knowing she did but still needing to hear her say it.
“Of course, I do.” She turned toward me, lifting her knee onto the bench of the booth beneath us. The movement forced my eyes to drop to her center.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, her pretty pink pussy on full display for me.
“See something you like, handsome?” Amber purred.
“You have no idea.” My cock twitched, hardening with each passing second.
She giggled, grabbed my hand, and placed it on her inner thigh.
If we were anywhere else, I would have shoved as many fingers as I could inside her, making her squirm in pleasure and anticipation over what was to come next. But I wouldn’t. Not here. There was a time and a place, and this was not one of them, but I would punish her later for teasing me.
“Just so you know, pet, I don’t like being teased.” I pinched her inner thigh, squeezing the flesh between my finger and thumb until she squeaked.
“I’m sorry.” She squirmed, trying to shove my hand away.
“No,” I squeezed the skin harder. “You aren’t.”
“Fine.” She glared at me. “I’m not.”
“Good girl.” I released the skin, running my thumb along the spot that would eventually bruise. “Thank you for your honesty.”
“Ass,” she mumbled.
Oh, I was going to have fun with her.
