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Ericka's body finally slumped against Amanda, her voice faint, warm, and worn out from everything they'd shared.
"Baby... I'm tired."
Amanda's gaze softened immediately, her heart tightening with tenderness. She brushed damp strands of hair from Ericka's forehead, her thumb lingering across her temple. She bent down and kissed her lips softly, once, then again—gentle pecks that made Ericka sigh against her mouth.
"Okay, sweetheart," Amanda murmured between kisses, her voice husky but calm. "I've got you."
She slipped her arms beneath Ericka, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.
Ericka instinctively curled closer, her legs tightening around Amanda's waist just enough to feel secure, her head nestled in the crook of Amanda's neck.
Amanda pressed a kiss to her hairline, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo, and whispered, "You're safe with me. "
The apartment was quiet as Amanda carried her down the hall, the soft hum of the city outside barely audible.
She nudged the bedroom door open with her foot and laid Ericka down gently onto the cool sheets.
The mattress seemed to embrace her, but Ericka's eyes stayed fixed on Amanda, heavy with exhaustion yet glowing with affection.
Amanda leaned down again, kissing the corner of her lips, then trailing to her jawline, then one last kiss on her forehead. "You always take such good care of me," Ericka whispered, her words slurred with sleepiness.
Amanda smiled, brushing her knuckles along Ericka's cheek. "Always," she promised. She tugged the comforter up and tucked it around her, smoothing the fabric as though sealing her in a cocoon of warmth.
Ericka's eyes fluttered closed, but Amanda bent down again, unable to resist. She kissed her lips—slow, lingering, filled with quiet devotion. Then another kiss on her cheek. Then one more, softer than a sigh, against her mouth again.
"Rest, love," Amanda whispered, her forehead pressing to Ericka's for a moment. "I'll be right here when you wake up."
Within moments, Ericka's breathing evened out, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A faint smile still lingered on her lips, as if even her dreams were touched by Amanda's presence.
Amanda sat on the edge of the bed for a while, watching her with quiet awe. She brushed a hand through Ericka's hair, leaning down to press a final kiss to her temple before whispering, "Goodnight, my love."
The apartment grew quiet as the night deepened, the only sound the soft rhythm of Ericka's breathing.
Amanda remained by her side, fingers toying with a strand of hair, until the weight of exhaustion claimed her too.
Her eyelids drooped, and she let her head rest against the edge of the mattress, just inches from Ericka's warmth.
Dreams carried them both away, weaving threads of intimacy and passion into their slumber. Amanda's hand found its way under the blankets, seeking the heat of Ericka's body. She traced the curve of her hip, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept.
As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Amanda's eyes fluttered open. A vague sense of emptiness washed over her, a hunger that had nothing to do with food. Her gaze drifted down to Ericka, her breath catching at the sight of her lover's peaceful face.
Without a sound, Amanda slipped from the bed, the cool air alerting her senses. She stood at the foot of the mattress, drinking in the sight of Ericka's sleep-tousled hair, the way her legs were slightly parted, the soft swell of her thighs beneath the sheets.
A low groan escaped Amanda's throat as desire coursed through her veins. She reached for the blankets, slipping them down to reveal Ericka's intimate heat. Her fingers trailed along the inner thigh, igniting a spark with each gentle touch.
Ericka's eyelids fluttered, a soft whimper escaping her lips as Amanda's hand cupped her sex. Amanda leaned down, her breath warm against Ericka's skin as she whispered, "Good morning, love. Let me take care of you."
With a tenderness that bordered on reverence, Amanda's mouth replaced her hand.
She kissed Ericka's clit through the dewy folds, tongue flicking out to taste the sweet essence of her arousal.
Ericka's hips shifted, a breathy moan slipping past her lips as Amanda's mouth made a lazy exploration of her most intimate places.
Amanda lavished attention on Ericka's pussy, her tongue delving and swirling with increasing urgency. She suckled Ericka's clit, feeling it throb against her lips, and heard the telltale hitch in her breathing that signaled her approaching climax.
With a final, deep suction, Amanda coaxed Ericka over the edge. She rode out the waves of her orgasm, lapping at the slick heat as it pulsed and gushed against her tongue. Ericka's back arched, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she cried out in ecstasy.
As the aftershocks subsided, Amanda crawled up the bed, kisses trailing across Ericka's abdomen, breasts, and throat. She claimed Ericka's lips in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as they basked in the aftermath of their intimacy.