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I gave Amos a questioning glance over my shoulder, but he gently rotated my gaze forward with a grip on my chin. I smiled with cat-like satisfaction. He finished undressing me, dropping kisses along my sensitive skin as he went. His fingers brushed up my legs slowly, trailing goosebumps as they went.
When I was naked, Liz asked, “And do you remember the cheetah chick?”
“Yeah,” I said, trying to hide a laugh.
“She was fuckingthere. While I was like ten feet in the fucking air in a cage, she started some loud shit about my fat ass…”
Amos nuzzled my neck, and I leaned my head to give him better access as he fondled my breasts from behind. “Stay here,” he whispered.
Then he was gone, and I resisted the urge to do an antsy dance in place. I shot an uneasy glance at the phone. How long was he going to keep Liz on the other end? “What did you do?” I encouraged.
“Oh, girl, youknowI didn’t just let her fuck with me like that,” Liz raged.
I heard Amos return from his closet. He walked up behind me, and then he set a black, triangular pillow on the bed in front of me. It was impressively big, covered in velvet, and the tallest angle reached my navel. Still standing directly behind me and pressing his body to mine, Amos reached around me to pile pillows on the wedge pillow. Just as I had a twinge of disappointment that he was still fully clothed, he slid his right hand down my right arm, pressed my forearm against my stomach, and then put pressure on the back of my neck with his left hand. He bent me forward, angled over the wedge and pillows, adjusting them as I went.
I ended up bent over with my hurt arm comfortably cushioned between my body and the pillows and my left arm cradling the rest of the pillows under my head. Amos put his hands on my hips and hitched me up until my tip toes barely grazed the hardwood floor.
This left my ass completely up in the air, and cold air hit my exposed pussy. He tickled his fingers up the back of my thigh, over the globes of my ass, and along my spine. I gritted my teeth to keep from sighing happily.
“… those fucking mouth breathers let the winch slide, andcrash,” Liz growled. “They dropped me right in the middle of the club.”
“Oh my God,” I said as Amos’ fingers slid dangerously close to the places I wanted them to. “Wha—were you okay?”
“No,” Liz said angrily. “I meanyes, but let me tell you…”
Something colder than my body temperature pressed against the entrance of my pussy. It was slick and smooth, and Amos braced his left hand against my lower back as he pushed something inside my vagina with excruciatingly slow, twisting movements. I realized it was a little larger than an egg, but the same size, and I got an inkling of what he planned on doing while I was on the phone with my best friend. The egg slipped the rest of the way inside of me, and he gave the loop at the end an experimental tug to make sure it was secure.
Amos bent over me, his arms braced on the bed. “Your safe word is green apple,” he murmured, so low I barely heard him.
“Not licorice?” I quipped with a whisper.
He licked just under my jaw and then nipped my skin. “Too close to ‘lick this.’” He lifted his hand so I could see the small, black button between his fingers. He clicked it with his thumb. The vibrator hummed to life and sent a shock of pleasure straight to my clit. I bit down on a groan.
Amos straightened and left again as the vibrator buzzed against my G-spot.
“June, you there?” Liz asked, slightly annoyed.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice strained. “Sorry I’m… making dinner.”
“Oh, I got you. Do you need me to call back?”
I lifted my head to find Amos, and he caught my eyes as he walked around me to the other side of the bed. He shook his head.
“Uh, no,” I said tautly.
“Good, because I’m just getting to the good part. Thatbitchhas the fucking audacity to crack a joke about my weight because of the falling cage shit…”
Amos reached the other side of the bed and stared at me with one hand in the pocket of his black dress pants and the other in front of him, still holding the tiny remote. He locked a dark gaze with my surprised one and pressed the button again.
The vibrator increased in strength. I swallowed back another groan and pressed my head into the pillow.
“… has some serious balls to come at me like that with her tits falling out of her tacky-ass, cheetah print jumpsuit. Like, I think a porno from the seventies called, sweetie, they want their linty costume back.”
“For real,” I agreed tightly, scrunching up my face.
Amos pressed the button again. The vibrator went haywire and lit my pussy on fire. I bit the pillow to keep from screaming.
Suddenly, it stopped. Already breathing heavily, I looked back up at Amos. He lay on his side on the bed, propping his head up with his elbow and fist, and gave me a placid smile. I gave him crazy, “WTF” eyes. He spun the remote on its loop around his forefinger and raised his eyebrows at me.
