Chapter Nineteen
“I’m sorry,” Amber said.
Grant shook his head, still smiling, an amused twinkle in his eyes. “No need to apologize. Littles will be Littles.” Stepping closer, he caressed Amber’s cheek softly. “And cucks will be cucks.”
“True,” she said. “I suppose. I’ll have to take your word for it. We don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.”
He nodded in acknowledgement.
“Did that kill the mood for you?” she asked.
“Are you kidding? With you, I’m not sure there’s anything that could.”
Throwing her head back, Amber laughed. “Oh, you’re smooth.”
He chuckled again. “Maybe. But I’m telling the truth.”
They held one another’s gaze for a moment before they began kissing again.
Fireworks exploded inside her core as she felt Grant’s hand tugging on her shirt. They stopped kissing long enough for her to step back a little and raise her arms.
Even though her bra was still on, she hadn’t exposed herself to another man like this in so long, she realized as Grant placed her shirt on the back of a nearby chair.
What would this experience be like? What should she do next? She knew the patterns and rhythms she and Aaron shared. Their lovemaking consisted of predetermined roles they were each expected to play, born from years of experience and routine.
But she’d never been with Grant, obviously.
And she felt woefully out of practice with this sort of thing.
It seemed as if Grant understood all that. He was clearly willing to take the lead. Pulling her in for another kiss, he started unbuttoning her shorts as their lips locked again.
Amber breathed in deeply, loving the faint aroma of his aftershave.
Her body jolted as if hit with a surge of electricity as her shorts fell to the floor around her feet. That excitement doubled as Grant slid his warm hand inside her panties, down over her bare mound and toward her sex.
As one of his fingers slipped inside her, Grant whispered, "Don't worry. You're doing just fine. You're absolutely perfect, Amber."
Oh, how she loved hearing him whisper her name!
A guttural moan escaped her lips as he began to stroke her slowly and skillfully.
Oh fuck! she thought. This was going to be amazing! What have I been missing all these years?
In no time at all, she was shuddering and arching her back, her hips grinding against his hand, her mind filled with nothing but raw desire and lust.
She tried to hold off for as long as she could. It was a strange dichotomy—needing relief but also not wanting this moment to end.
But the ball of pressure in her core continued to expand until she just couldn't take it any longer. She hadn't climaxed so quickly in a long time, but then again, she hadn't been this aroused in a long time. If ever.
Grant had awakened something within her. Something primal. Almost feral.
With her head back and eyes closed, she rode out the orgasm, her body convulsing as she moaned loudly.
Oh shit! Another man had made her fucking come!
No sooner had she descended from her high than that man was leading her to the bedroom. She barely noticed her bra and panties being removed before he sat her on the bed.
Reaching forward, she clawed at his jeans, eager to free his bulging member while he shed his shirt.
In her nervousness, she fumbled a bit with the button and zipper, but soon enough she was pulling his jeans and boxer-briefs down as quickly as her hands would work.
Holy shit! It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen! So long and veiny. Swelling before her very eyes, waiting for her.
Amber lunged forward, wanting to devour it.
After a deep breath, she parted her lips and slowly closed them around Grant. Nothing else mattered as she worked that magnificent cock with her hands and mouth.
It had been so long since she'd felt a rush like this. Sure, she loved being with Aaron, but this? This was a whole new level of excitement. She felt like a horny college student again, desperate to have her raging needs met.
By the time she was done, she knew her jaw was going to be sore.
But she didn't care. All that mattered was her desire to feel this man inside her.
That lingering taste of his pre-cum was driving her wild, even more so than she had been before she'd felt the veins of his cock sliding back and forth over her lips.
This now went beyond wants and desires.
She needed him inside her. Worse than she'd ever needed anything before.
He seemed to need her just as badly, because he took a moment to admire her naked body before opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom.
She giggled nervously but felt silly about it. One look up into Grant's eyes and she could tell he found her adorable, though.
"Can I put it on you?" she asked, remembering the thrill of her younger days, worried she'd get pregnant and helping the couple of lovers she'd had put on the protection.
Grant didn't need to answer. He just handed it to her, a little smirk on his lips.
She tore open the package and then took her time as she rolled it over the thick cock, loving the way her fingers bumped those veins as she went.
She was on top of the world. All her inhibitions were gone. She felt so powerful and so utterly sexy.
This was everything she could have hoped for and then some.
It was about to get even better.
As she scooted back onto the bed, spreading her legs and inviting him in, Grant climbed up, poised over her, and gave her a searing kiss.
At that moment, she remembered just how exhilarating and powerful new attraction was. She loved Aaron more than life itself. But things got mundane with every married couple. Intimacy was often just a box to be checked off on a to-do list.
But not this.
What was happening here was fueled by an all-consuming lust. A frenzied desire unlike anything she’d felt in quite some time.
There was no more thinking, though.
No more reflection.
She just wanted to fuck.
Wanted and needed.
And Grant was happy to oblige.
He entered her smoothly, and with a hunger that matched her own. It wasn't lost on her that for the first time in a long time she didn't need any extra lubrication. Her body was making plenty of that on its own!
They moved in unison, their lips crashing together repeatedly, only coming apart for brief seconds so they could catch their breath and extend the encounter.
Their eyes locked on occasion, and Amber could see just how ravenous Grant was. She'd been afraid he might not be as into her as she was him. That fear was silly, she now realized.
His thrusts grew faster and Amber felt that familiar tingling at her core. In just a matter of minutes, her body was once again ready to explode.
So was Grant's, it seemed.
They fucked like animals now, losing all sense of time and place. She had complete tunnel vision, and all that mattered was reaching that beautiful, blissful peak.
When it happened, Amber cried out Grant's name, feeling so naughty to be yelling a name other than Aaron's.
Mmm. So fucking naughty.
But it wasn’t her husband who was making her pussy that wet. Aaron wasn’t the one having his way with her and hammering her into euphoric oblivion.
The room spun. Her vision darkened and it seemed as if she might pass out.
But then she was jolted back into the moment, an ear-piercing scream escaping her throat.
Fuck! She’d never felt anything so good.
This wasn’t just better sex; this was another erotic dimension she hadn’t even known existed!
Grant slammed into her one last time before his body went rigid. She could feel his cock pulsating within her, and the warmth of his seed even through the condom.
They lay there for a few minutes, panting and moaning, just enjoying the afterglow of their coupling.
Amber finally propped herself up on one elbow and watched as Grant started peeling off the condom.
“I’ll get that,” she offered.
She went slow and easy, knowing how sensitive he’d be now. Getting up, she took it to the bathroom, ready to toss it in the trashcan.
But then a devilish idea struck her.
Calling back, she said, "Hey, do you mind if I snap a picture of this?"
"Be my guest.”
Going back for her cell phone, Amber felt particularly devilish.
This would drive poor Little Aaron out of his fucking mind.
Damn. This sure was a lot of fun.