Chapter 3
SATURDAY MORNING
Rain wakes me first, the steady pattering against the window drawing me from my dreams.
And straight into another one.
Amber is lying beside me, stretched out and heavenly, her hair in a wild array on the pillow. The comforter has slipped down to reveal her breasts, and I could wake up to this sight every day and never get tired of it.
My self-loathing from last night eased a little with Amber’s reassurance, but I still can’t get those possessive thoughts out of my head. I have no right to entertain them, I know that. I know better than to have one amazing night with a pretty girl send me into a tailspin.
I have to banish that sentimental, foolish side of myself for the remainder of the weekend, to be dealt with on Monday when this is all over. For now, I want to be what Amber wants, the man she needs me to be, the one to give her the experience she deserves.
Amber murmurs in her sleep and rolls over onto her stomach.
Because I’m a greedy bastard, I want to see more, and I pull the comforter down so I can take in more of her.
I lean over to inhale the warm scent of her skin, downright greedy for it, and as my palm caresses the curve of her ass, I trail kisses down her spine.
She smells like heaven, like cotton and sandalwood soap, and a bit of me, the scent of my cologne clinging to her hair.
She stirs, sighing sleepily into her pillow, brushing aside the hair that trails over her face. She shifts her hips, pressing her ass against my palm, and makes a hum of satisfaction.
“I like waking up like this,” she says, stretching her arms out, and reaching back to stroke a hand along my stomach. “I read a book a couple months ago, and it was all about somnophilia.” She raises her head a little, giving me a sideways smirk. “You know what that is?”
“I do, as a matter of fact.” My kisses trail lower, to the small of her back, my hands now kneading the firm flesh of her ass. “Is that another thing you’d like to try?”
“Not like, with sedation or anything,” she says with a small laugh, and another hum rings through her as my hands stray lower, over her upper thighs and down into the valley between her legs. “Just like… waking up with a cock inside me. I think that’d be fun.”
I file this information away for later, because that does sound like fun, and the thought of a sleeping Amber lying in my bed, peaceful and vulnerable, turns me on more than it should.
My reason tells me I should show some restraint and not spend the entire weekend just fucking this girl, but then…
Isn’t that what she wanted? Isn’t that exactly what she’s here for?
“Have you ever filmed yourself?” Amber asks, raising herself on her elbows and tossing her long copper hair over her shoulder.
I laugh against her skin, my thumbs teasing along the seam of her cunt, and she tenses, biting her lip with a sharp intake of breath.
“I remember a polaroid camera being involved one time, but no, no filming.” I gaze up at her, along the slope of her back, and raise an eyebrow. “Somnophilia, free use, now voyeurism? Pretty girl has quite a list of kinks growing there.”
Amber giggles, pressing the backs of her fingers against her mouth. “Are you horrified yet?”
“Honey, nothing about you could horrify me.”
“Oh, don’t say that.” Amber folds her arms on the pillow and lays her head down on them. “I don’t need to be on a pedestal.”
“Unless that pedestal is my face.”
She lets out a throaty, lecherous laugh. “Now that’s a pedestal you can put me on, any time. Though I might smother you.”
“If it’s your pussy that kills me, I will die a happy man.” My fingers probe a little further between her legs, and she’s so warm here, a warmth that makes me want to bury my face and lick her to orgasm before we even have breakfast.
“I can see the headstone now,” she says with a sigh, parting her legs a little more for me. “Here lies Theo Rembrook, who died doing what he loved.”
“Mmm, that’s right.” I lick my fingers, raising myself and feeling too damn smug at the expression on her face as I push my wet fingers inside her. “Now, tell me more about wanting to be filmed.”
Amber squirms and a tiny moan passes her lips. “I… I thought it’d be kind of hot…”
I press my fingers deeper, and she whimpers.
“Yes, Amber? What did you think would be hot?”
“To… be filmed, from behind… So…” She trails off as I withdraw my fingers to massage her clit. “No one would know it’s me, or you. But just… like a little souvenir. So we’d know it was us. And we could always remember what we’d done, and how good it felt.”
My heart does a fucking somersault. She hasn’t just dreamed of being filmed, she’s dreamed of being filmed with me. Goddamn I am a fool. A fucking old fool.
“You thought about this a lot?” I stretch away from her for a minute, and she raises her head to see what I’m doing, a smile tugging her at her lips as I retrieve a bottle of lube from the night stand.
I move behind her, kneeling between her thighs, which she’s now spread wide open for me.
“You thought about being able to watch our own video, over and over?”
She tries to turn over, but I hold her steady with a flat hand to her back.
“You stay like this, honey,” I say softly, and she settles back down. I take my hard cock in my hand, and spread lube over the tip. “I want you just like this.”
Now that I’m all slick, I brace one hand beside her, and guide my hips between her thighs. Last night I was panicked, so worried about being inside her without protection, but today? Today I don’t care, and she doesn’t care. Those three boxes of condoms are going to go to waste.
I can live with that.
“What do you like to masturbate with?” I ask as I nudge at her entrance, and it’s a tight fit at this angle.
Even with the lube, I have to squeeze and press my shaft inside her, the pressure around the tip of my cock enough to have me closing my eyes and taking a deep, steadying breath. “What toys do you have?”
“I… I have a dildo,” she says, her fingers grasping onto the edges of the pillow. “It’s… it’s not as big as you.”
“No one can fill this greedy cunt like I can, isn’t that right, honey?”
That felt like too much. The possessive asshole is coming back, and I try to push him away as I ease in, further and further.
Amber shakes her head against the pillow. “I’ve… never been as full as I have with you.”
“What else?” I lean down to plant a kiss on that spot, that soft patch of skin behind her ear, and chuckle as she shivers. “What else do you do when you need this pussy looked after?”
“I… I have a, uh, a little sucker, for my clit.” She moans as I bottom out inside her. “Oh fuck, Theo, that’s-”
“You lie on your back when you use it?” The image of Amber splayed out on a bed, with a toy between her legs and a hand on one of her perfect tits, swims before my eyes. It’s such a fucking delicious thought that I know I could come right here and now if I surrender to it.
But I’m not wearing a condom, and we’re playing the pull-out game.
Restraint, asshole. Practice some damned restraint.
Amber shakes her head again, lifting her head a little, panting lightly. “No, I… I like to, oh, I straddle it. I kneel on my bed, and… I use it like that.”
“Just like you were sitting on my face, huh?” I rock in and out of her slowly, taking my time, because this time I’m not a feral animal using her body in the shower.
This time I’m enjoying every stroke, the gentle release then the blissful, agonising slide back inside her. “You want to fuck my mouth?”
“Yes.” She nods, and as she lifts her chest from the bed, I reach under her to roll her breast in my hand. “I want… I want to know what that feels like.”
“It feels so good, honey.” Her breath catches in her throat as I increase my pace, long, hard strokes that have her whimpering and mewling with need. “You’d be rolling this needy little cunt on my face, fucking my tongue, because nothing has ever felt as good.”
“Not even as good… as this?” She laughs breathlessly, her hands flexing on the pillow, and she winces as I slam into her. “Because, this feels… This feels so good.”
“So needy for my cock, aren’t you, pretty girl?” I suppress a gasp myself, because my head is starting to swim and my release is close, too close because she’s holding me so tight inside her. “Walking into my house with no panties on, acting so innocent when you were wet and greedy for me.”
She moans, squeezing her eyes closed, shifting her hips to meet each one of my thrusts.
The pillow is clenched into her closed fists, her thighs squeezing together as her whole body tenses, the storm of her release threatening to tip her over the edge.
And fuck, if that doesn’t just have me fucking losing it.
I want to stay inside her, because she’s close, so fucking close, but it’s too tight, too hot, too good, and I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
With a frustrated grunt I pull out, and I’m met with an agonising moan as Amber shakes beneath me.
I rise to my knees, stroking my cock and barely needing to, because already the pressure is so much, so hard, heat and tension tearing at the base of my spine.
Then Amber lifts her hips, her manicured fingers rolling over her clit. If I wasn’t already on the brink, I sure would be now.
My release spills out of me, lashing Amber’s raised ass with one rope after another of hot cum.
I watch as it runs down between the cleft of her ass, over her swollen, pink skin, and down, down to meet her fingers.
Amber is masturbating herself to orgasm with my cum as lube and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I stay where I am, hand wrapped around my still-hard cock, and watch, mesmerised, as Amber cants her hips more and more, giving me the perfect view as she starts to spasm. Her pussy pulses hard, and she moans Theo, Theo as her orgasm crests.
And god help me, I’m a fucking weak man.