15. Amber
15
AMBER
E van locked the door behind himself and stalked toward me. He had a hungry look in his eye and after everything this evening, I wanted so badly to be close to him. I had also felt conflicted the whole night. He was so incredible—more than I ever thought he could be. I knew he was kind and sensitive, but going out of his way to redecorate his house to make my children comfortable spoke to my heart in ways nothing else ever could.
“Now, the kids are sleeping. We’re alone. You are stressed out…” He reached up and curled some hair around my ear. “And I want to help you relax and take a load off.”
I was ready for him to just kiss me and strip my clothes off. My body felt warm and gooey after seeing how loving he was toward my children. Hearing him say he loved me tipped me over the edge too. However, I wasn’t going to rush into anything. There were such huge hurdles for us to conquer, things he didn’t know about yet. Things I wasn’t sure we’d make it over. It made me wrestle against the desire to be with him because I wanted to protect him—and my kids.
“How are you going to do that?” I asked. My fingers weaved through his. I felt the thrum of his pulse in them. His eyes devoured me, but his words indicated control over that hunger.
“Go into the bathroom. Take all of your clothes off…Leave the panties if you’re nervous.” Evan let go of me and walked to his nightstand. He opened a drawer and produced a bottle of massage oil, scented like rose petals, and grinned at me. “I’m going to rub you from head to toe until you’re so relaxed you drift off to sleep in my arms…Oh, and there’s a robe in there if you want it.”
The gesture was more than romantic. I whimpered and smiled. “That is so sweet…” If I was a crier, I would’ve started tearing up, but the idea of getting a full-body massage sounded amazing. I slipped into the bathroom without having to be told twice.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons and snaps on my clothing. I was nervous for this, and I didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like Evan and I hadn’t had sex multiple times before, but it felt like the first time all over again. I tried to determine why my hands were trembling, but the only thing I could come up with was how I knew this was wrong.
Evan thought he was walking into someone else’s abandoned life and picking up where they dropped the ball. He probably thought I had a partner I left or who left me. He wanted to be the knight in shining armor. It was wrong of me to lead him on and let him think those things, but for the first time in a really long time, I felt like things were going right. What other man in this world would ever treat me like this and adore me and my children? I needed this guilty indulgence, even if later on I had to swallow the guilt again.
When I walked back into the bedroom Evan was draped over the bed wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Candles burned around the room; the lights were off. Soft instrumental music played, and I noticed his phone screen glowing from the nightstand for a second before it went dark, and he patted the bed.
“Come on,” he coaxed. I’d chosen to wear the robe, but I turned it backward like they do at fancy salons.
I climbed onto the bed and lay on my stomach, and Evan slid the folds of the robe open in back, baring my skin to the cool room. His hands were warm as he started to work the massage oil into my skin, kneading out the stiffness of my muscles, and when he got to my hips and parted the robe, I felt his lips press onto my butt cheek.
“This is nice,” he said softly. I moaned when he grabbed a full hand of my flesh and squeezed. It wasn’t sexual, but it did feel incredible. The bed shook as he changed the position he was lying in. Then both hands were on me, kneading and spreading my cheeks as he worked my glutes hard.
“God, this feels amazing,” I moaned. Never in my life had I been so pampered. It was such an incredible feeling. I wished I had a partner who could do this for me once a week. My body felt so loose and relaxed I could melt into the sheets, and then he started kissing my skin. His hands were strong but gentle, the perfect mix of tenderness and passion.
It was an exquisite dance of pleasure, the way his skilled hands massaged and worked in perfect harmony with his soft lips. His touch was like fire, igniting every inch of my oiled skin with desire. Groping and rubbing, he breathed out warm puffs of air over my slick thighs, placing tender kisses along the length of them. As his hands moved lower, they worked their magic just below my glutes, easing the tension and relaxing me. And then he began to spread me open, teasing and tantalizing my most intimate areas.
“God, Amber,” he moaned, his hot breath tickling my sensitive flesh as he hovered close to burying himself deep between my legs. “Your pussy is getting so wet.”
I could only whimper in response, lost in the intense sensations coursing through my body. This wasn’t just a massage; it was pure intimacy. I wanted everything he was offering.
“I think you missed a spot,” I managed to say, trying to hint at what I truly desired him to focus on.
Evan chuckled softly, understanding my unspoken request. His fingers dug into my thighs firmly yet gently, spreading my inner lips and bringing me even closer to blissful release.
My moans escaped my lips in breathy gasps as he worked his way up to my clit, teasing it with soft strokes and gentle pressure. The warmth of his tongue against the sensitive nub made me shudder and I couldn’t help but arch my back in pleasure. “I love how wet you get for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. My core throbbed in response to his words and the skilled movements of his tongue. “I can’t wait to feel this on my cock.” His words sent a wave of need through me, making my body ache for him even more.
“Evan…” I moaned, unable to form any coherent thoughts as he continued to tease and please me. With a whispered command, he asked me to turn over, and I eagerly complied. His weight settled on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my thigh as he massaged my breasts with skilled hands. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure through every inch of my body.
Slowly, he trailed hot kisses down my body, igniting flames of desire with each caress. When he reached my core, he paused to look up at me with those intense eyes that made me weak in the knees. “I can’t wait to feel you come all over my face,” he growled, the promise of his words sending a jolt of anticipation through me.
“God…” I whimpered, arching my hips toward him.
The anticipation was killing me, but Evan took his time. He rubbed my inner thighs and then the sensitive spot behind my knees. By the time he reached my center, I was practically squirming with need. His tongue expertly flicked my clit, making me shudder, and then he suckled on it gently. I moaned loudly, my head thrown back in ecstasy.
He didn’t stop there. His fingers joined in, slipping inside me while his tongue continued to worship my clit. I wanted him so badly and he knew it. He curled his fingers inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars. I gripped the sheets as the pleasure built inside me, and when he added a third finger, I practically exploded. I cried out, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
He lapped up every drop, his tongue slow and sensual, as if savoring the taste of me. I writhed under his touch for several minutes. He pinned down my hips with his forearm but continued to lick me clean. When he finally looked up at me, his eyes were smoldering with desire. I was drained but still eager to have him.
“Wow,” I hummed, letting my knees fall apart. Evan continued to lick and suck.
“‘Wow’ is right. I’m just getting started though.” His tongue delved into me and I believed him. One thumb pressed on my clit making me jolt, and his other hand gripped one of my cheeks and squeezed it while he spread me. The stubble on his chin threatened to scrape me raw but I loved it. I didn’t tell him to stop.
I did, however, prop myself on my elbows to watch him enjoy his feast. He continued to lick and suck and rub my clit as pleasure built inside my core again. I panted, my hips bucking against his mouth. He moaned in response, and the vibrations spread through my pelvis.
“I love your pussy,” he growled, pushing his thumb into my back hole. His other hand continued to work my clit, pinching it lightly as he continued to feast on me. “You taste so good.”
“I…I…” I couldn’t form coherent words anymore. The pleasure was too intense. My toes curled and my nails dug into the sheets as the second orgasm crashed over me, even more powerful than the first. I hissed and grunted while my body lurched off the bed and jolted around. It was wild and out of control. I almost screamed in pleasure, but I tempered myself. The kids were just in the other room.
Evan continued to lick and suck until I was calm. Then he crawled up over my body and kissed me hard. Moisture from going down on me coated his face. It smeared on my chin and cheeks, but I couldn’t get enough of him. His teeth bit down on my lip, then he kissed over my jaw to my ear where he whispered, “I need you.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, spreading my thighs to him, but he chuckled.
“This…” he said as he rose up. Evan rolled me to my side. He shed his shorts and tossed them to the floor. Then he positioned himself at my entrance. I lay on my side with my legs together and he entered me from behind, draping his weight on my hips.
My body lay still as he pushed himself inside me. My heart was racing, and my mind was filled with a million sensations. I could feel the weight of his body on mine, his breath hot against my neck. “I love you,” he grunted, his voice thick with desire. And then he reached around to grasp and knead my left breast. His touch was firm yet gentle, igniting a fire inside me that I couldn’t contain.
As he moved faster and harder, I moaned in pleasure. If only I could reach my clit, I knew I would come again. Desperate to add to the intensity of the moment, I pressed my hand between my thighs and began to rub in small circles, my fingertips barely able to reach. “Yeah, clench on me,” Evan’s orders were commanding but arousing.
“Is this what you want?” I asked breathlessly as he continued to pump into me.
“Yes…milk me,” he moaned in response, his thrusts becoming more frantic and urgent. With each squeeze of my muscles around him, I could feel him getting closer and closer to release. “Squeeze my dick,” he urged, and I obliged eagerly, wanting nothing more than to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me.
I tightened and relaxed my muscles around him. His grip on my breast tightened and he groaned in my ear. His hips slammed into me even harder. I moaned and tilted my hips backward to meet his thrusts. I was so close. My breathing quickened as my orgasm neared.
“Evan…” I panted. My whole body tingled, my core clenching around him.
“That’s it, Amber. Come for me.” He growled in my ear and then his cock throbbed. His hot load shot into me, and my own orgasm came with shuddering intensity. My whole body convulsed as he continued to fill me up.
He collapsed on me, both of us panting and spent. His cock softened inside me, but he didn’t move. I didn’t want him to either. We lay there, entwined, for a few minutes, catching our breaths.
“That was,” I started to say, but Evan kissed me. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of me and him and the lingering scent of roses from the oil.
“Yeah,” he said when he pulled back with a sexy smirk on his face. “It was.”
He rolled off me and pulled me against his chest. It was cold, but my arms were still deep in the sleeves of the robe. The music played softly and before I knew it, I heard Evan’s soft snoring over it. I lay there with him curled around me feeling completely out of place.
That should have elicited deep feelings of intimacy and bonding, but all I felt was guilt and shame. I thought of what Jacob had told me. He believed that Evan could handle the truth, that telling him was the right thing. I wasn’t sure. But after a night like tonight, I didn’t know anymore. Maybe my secret really should come out. Evan was so amazing with the kids, and who was I to stop what fate had set in motion?
I just didn’t know if I was ready for it or not.