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Ericka's chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, the remnants of her release still shuddering through her body. Amanda stayed close, her forehead pressed to Ericka's, their lips brushing in tender, lingering kisses that carried just as much love as hunger.
When Ericka finally opened her eyes, they were glazed but soft, full of warmth. "Good morning to you too," she whispered, her voice still husky with sleep and satisfaction.
Amanda smiled against her lips, brushing her thumb across Ericka's cheek. "I couldn't resist," she murmured. "You were lying there, looking like a dream I didn't want to wake from. I had to remind you just how much I love you."
Ericka's lips curved into a sleepy grin, her hand sliding up Amanda's bare back, nails dragging lightly down her spine. "You spoil me," she said, her voice a mixture of accusation and gratitude. "And I love it."
Amanda chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose before nestling against her side. "I like spoiling you. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right."
For a while, they simply lay there, wrapped in the stillness of morning. The world outside was just beginning to stir—the muffled sound of traffic, the distant hum of life returning—but inside their bedroom, it was just them.
Amanda brushed a strand of hair from Ericka's face, her gaze tender. "How's my girl feeling this morning? No more queasiness?" she asked softly, careful to keep her voice light but attentive.
Ericka stretched, her body pressing into Amanda's warmth. "Better," she admitted, though her hand instinctively rested on her stomach. "A little tired still, but... happy. Especially after that wake-up call."
Amanda leaned down, kissing her softly, almost reverently. "Good. Because today, you're not allowed to lift a finger. I've got everything covered. Work, breakfast, anything you need."
Ericka arched a brow, smirking through her haze of contentment. "Is that so? My own personal assistant at home too?"
Amanda grinned, her hand sliding down Ericka's side before settling on her hip. "Always. But don't tell the office—it might ruin my reputation."
Ericka laughed softly, the sound low and intimate, and pulled Amanda back down for another kiss. This one lingered, slow and sweet, a promise in the quiet morning light.
When they finally broke apart, Amanda tucked Ericka closer, their legs tangling again under the sheets. "We'll take it slow today," she whispered, pressing a final kiss against Ericka's temple. "Just you, me, and a whole day ahead of us."
Ericka sighed happily, her eyes fluttering shut again. "That sounds perfect."
Ericka was still catching her breath when she suddenly tugged Amanda down, her nails lightly scraping across Amanda's back. Her voice was husky, still trembling from the aftermath.
"I want you right now," she whispered, her lips brushing Amanda's ear. "Before we go to work, before I have to sit across from you all day pretending I don't want you."
Amanda froze, her pulse hammering at the sound of her words. Slowly, she lifted her head, searching Ericka's eyes. "You don't know what you're asking for, baby," she teased, her voice low, dark, promising.
"Oh, I know," Ericka smirked, her thumb trailing over Amanda's bottom lip. "And I need it."
Amanda's resolve crumbled instantly. She crushed her mouth against Ericka's, the kiss hungry, greedy, all restraint gone.
Her hands slipped beneath the hem of Ericka's shirt, tugging it up inch by inch until it was tossed aside.
Ericka arched into her, gasping as Amanda's hands cupped her, thumbs brushing over her hardening peaks.
"You're going to make us late," Amanda murmured against her lips, her breath ragged.
"Then we'll be late," Ericka shot back, pulling Amanda closer, tangling her fingers in her tie to yank her down again. "I want you more."
Their bodies tangled together, sheets twisting around them as Amanda trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down Ericka's throat, along her collarbone, across her chest. Ericka writhed beneath her touch, her breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts, her hands clutching at Amanda's shoulders like she was afraid to let go.
Amanda paused, resting her forehead against Ericka's. "Say it again," she demanded, her voice rough.
"I want you," Ericka whispered, then louder, more desperate, "I want you, Amanda. Right now."