Chapter 5 Sunday Morning
SUNDAY MORNING
Dawn is just breaking as I open my eyes, and I look down at Amber, who is still sound asleep and nestled in my arms. I want to stay in bed with her until she wakes up, but my damn arm is cramping.
Stupid old man body.
I carefully move out from under her, trying not to wake her, and grit my teeth as my muscles spasm from lying in the same position all night. I go to the bathroom, feeling rested but weirdly hungover, like I drank just a bit too much last night even though I didn’t touch a drop.
My stomach grumbles loudly, hardly surprising since I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday.
Amber is stirring when I get back to the bedroom, and she stretches her arms over her head, eyes fluttering sleepily as they land on me. She smiles indulgently, and sighs.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, rubbing her eyes. “We really passed out, huh?”
“Yes we did.” I lean over her to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “I’ll go get some coffee on, and start on breakfast.”
Amber wraps her arms around my neck and moans low in her throat. “Mmmm, you’re the perfect man, do you know that?” She kisses me again, and releases me with another deeply satisfied sigh. “I’ll be right down.”
“Take your time, honey.” I pull on my sweatpants and pick up my phone before heading downstairs.
When I get to the kitchen, I flip on the light, and when I unlock my phone, the screen is lit up with notifications, most of them from Laurie.
Shit, shit, shit.
I send her a quick text, because I know she’s still asleep, making some half-baked excuse about working on my thesis and ignoring my phone.
My guilty conscience screams at me that everyone somehow knows what I’ve really been doing, that my phone has been hacked and all the videos of me fucking Amber in my bed are now doing the rounds on social media.
Everyone already knows what a perverted old man I am.
It’s ridiculous, but paranoia will do that to you. It fucking sucks.
The coffee machine bubbles away softly as I swipe the screen on my phone to open the picture I took of Amber yesterday. There she is, straddling me, her head thrown back, that tiny cropped tee revealing just enough of her perfect tits to have my erection growing.
I go to the videos, to the one showing Amber’s pink and swollen pussy swallowing my cock. My erection does more than grow, and I rub myself through the sweats with a soft groan.
Put it away and make some breakfast, you over-sexed pervert.
I plug the phone into the charger on my counter and go to the fridge to pull out the ingredients for a breakfast feast. My stomach protests even louder now I’m actually looking at the food. I’m starving.
Soft footsteps pad into the kitchen, and I look over my shoulder to see Amber walk in.
She’s got to be tempting me for more, the way she walks around barely dressed.
She’s wearing a tiny pair of white shorts that barely cover her ass, and another cropped tee, neon pink this time, that slouches off her shoulder.
Her hair is up in a messy bun on top of her head, and she looks heavenly and tousled.
“I hope you’re hungry because I am cooking every egg I have in my possession,” I say, dumping everything out on the counter.
“I’m so hungry,” she says, perching on the counter next to me. “I guess we’ve definitely been burning off more calories than we’ve been consuming, huh?”
“That’s for damn sure.” I drop a kiss to her bare shoulder before setting about whisking eggs and getting the griddle hot for the bacon. “It has been a weekend.”
“And we still have all day, and all night,” she says playfully. “I wonder what we could get up to in that time?”
I chuckle as I place the bacon down. “Plenty, I think.”
“I sure hope so.” She stretches her arms out in front of her and sighs. “Got to get my fill of you before tomorrow morning.”
Tomorrow morning.
I glance over my shoulder at her, at this beautiful woman with her tanned skin and brown eyes. She’s pure sunshine. She’s perfect. And in 24 hours I have to let her go and pretend this never happened.
“How… How do you see this working, y’know, after?
” I ask carefully, not looking at her as I flip the bacon and pour the eggs into the pan.
“I mean, I’ll still see you, right? When you visit Laurie, I mean, obviously, not…
” I trail off, feeling ridiculous, feeling like this is asking for trouble and like I’m just making a problem where there shouldn't be one.
But Amber just hops down from the counter and goes to the cupboard to get out two cups for us, and pours us both coffee. She shrugs as she gets the milk from the fridge and meets my eyes with a smile.
“It’ll just be… normal. We say hi, we’re friendly, and that’s all.
” She stirs a spoon of sugar into my coffee, tapping the spoon lightly on the edge before lifting it to her mouth and licking the coffee remnants from it.
“It’ll only be awkward if we decide it is.
And I don’t think either of us is like that.
We’re both, y’know, chill, right?” She hands me my coffee with a bright smile.
“Like we said, it’s just sex. It doesn’t have to mean more than that. ”
I take the coffee and focus on the pan and the bacon sizzling on the griddle. “You’re absolutely right, honey. I just didn’t want it to be uncomfortable when you come here.”
She leans her head against my shoulder. “You’re so sweet, Theo.”
Sweet Theo. Yeah, sure I can be him. Not stupid, sentimental old Theo who’s talking himself into something that isn’t there.
Amber is her easy relaxed self while we eat breakfast, talking dreamily about the places she wants to go when she graduates, the buildings and bridges and cathedrals she wants to go see.
She’s young and hopeful, a big, bright future ahead of her, and watching her face as she talks about it is bittersweet.
A reminder of everything she has ahead of her, and everything that lies behind me.
Once we’re done eating our breakfast feast, we dump the dishes in the sink and forget about them, too busy kissing and touching each other, finding our way blindly up the stairs.
Of course we end up naked, in bed, with Amber nestled in my lap.
She wraps her legs around my hips, sinking down onto me, kissing me the whole time, and proceeds to fuck me so slowly, so deliciously, I swear it’s a fucking dream.
Everything is warm, and hazy, like we’re lost in a world detached from reality.
My hands in her hair, her arms draped around my neck, the gasps and mingled breaths we share as we kiss for what feels like hours, make me sure I’ve died at some point during the weekend and actually gone to heaven.
“I could do this with you for days, I think,” she murmurs, shifting her hips forward and taking me deeper. “Just… just like this. Not going anywhere, just… Just fucking you, for days.”
“So could I.” I gently pull her head back, nibbling at the delicate skin of her throat. “Too damn good.”
“Mmmm,” she hums softly, and lets out a soft giggle as I lock my arms around her waist and flip us so I’m on top of her. “Oh, oh, Theo.”
“You lie back and let me look after you.” I withdraw from her, kissing and licking my way down her naked body, all the way down to between her thighs.
She sighs gently as my tongue swirls over her clit, and I lick her just as slowly, lazily, listening to every moan that falls from her lips, every small gasp as her orgasm builds.
“Theo,” she murmurs, her fingers raking through my hair. “Oh god.”
My hand skates up her body, caressing her hard nipples, rolling her breast in my hand.
“I’ve got you, honey,” I murmur against her heated skin.
I lock my mouth over her again, pushing my tongue inside her, then back up over her swollen clit.
She tastes too good, and I’m greedy for it, for her taste and her scent.
Her movements are still as slow and languid as they were before, her breath releasing in soft moans and small gasps.
Being with this girl, it’s simply intoxicating.
Again, I’m drunk on her, on this feeling, on the way her skin feels against mine, the way she tastes like something I’d never had before but is somehow my favorite thing.
She’s soft, warm and hot, stretched out in my bed like she’s been there a million times before and never belonged anywhere else.
Her breath comes faster now, her thighs trembling slightly.
She’s beyond soaking wet, and I drink her down, every drop, like I’m dying of thirst. Her fingers start to claw at my scalp, and she whimpers, tossing her head on the bed as her back bows away from the sheets.
The chorus of her cries and moans builds, and builds, until my girl shatters.
She shakes, crying out, her cunt pulsing against my mouth.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, quivering violently. “I-I… Oh.” She goes soft, boneless on the bed, moaning as she tries to catch her breath.
Her pussy is ruby red with arousal, and I can’t help but draw her clit back into my mouth. Amber hisses in a ragged breath, then releases it with a shaky moan.
“Theo, I’m… I’m too… Oh.”
She’s not too sensitive. Not at all. Within seconds she’s running her fingers through my hair, rolling her hips against my face, her next orgasm building, and it only takes a few minutes to have her unravelling.
She shakes violently this time, one hand buried in my hair and the other clutching a handful of bedsheets.
She lifts her head from the bed, mouth open as she sucks in breath after breath, then drops back to the bed with a strained half-scream as the full force of her second orgasm tears through her.
And I still haven’t had enough.
“Again?” She whimpers as I suck her clit back into my mouth.
Wordlessly, I rise to my knees, bringing her legs together and rolling them to the side.
Amber gazes up at me, her lower lip trembling as I push my cock inside her.
Her brow pinches as I fill her, and she’s always tight, but like this, she’s so tight my brain goes blank.
I don’t even know if I can fuck her, but I’m so far gone it barely takes any movement at all.
Even just rutting into her tight cunt like this is enough to have me groaning within a minute.
“Fuck,” I mutter, and it’s the only word circling my brain. Fuck, she’s so tight. Fuck, so hot. Want to come. Inside her. But I can’t, I said I wouldn’t. I can’t.
The pressure in my groin becomes unbearable, sweet and explosive, twisting the base of my spine until I can’t do anything but groan.
Amber gasps as I pull out of her, my release pumping all over her hip. She watches with open hunger as my cum coats her skin, her eyes meeting mine as I come down from the high, the intoxication of being buried inside her for god knows how long.
I know I should clean her up, but my release has drained me of reason, or the ability to move, and I drop down onto the bed beside her. She reaches out to stroke my cheek, nestling closer into me, still breathing heavy.
I caress her shoulder, her collarbone, and when I open my eyes, she’s gazing at me with an expression of tenderness, even awe. She moves closer to kiss me, and it’s still slow and hazy, like being caught in a dream.
She keeps nibbling on my lips, planting small kisses all around my mouth, along my jawline, and once I regain control of my arms, I wrap them around her and gather her to my chest.
“You weren’t kidding,” she says breathily, giggling and stroking her fingers along my collarbone. “You really do love eating pussy.”
“I told you.” I kiss the top of her head, and she sighs. “Being down there, between your thighs, it’s heaven. And I intend to do it at least twice more before tomorrow morning.”
She nuzzles closer at the words, and the sigh that leaves her this time doesn’t sound as content as the one before. But she doesn’t say anything, just lies there in my arms, warm and soft, until she realises she’s covered in cum and I drag her off to the bathroom to clean her up.
“So, twice more?” She grins up at me, pinching one eye closed at the stream of water as it cascades down the side of her face. “You’re scheduling the pussy-eating now?”
“Well, you haven’t sat on my face yet, and you absolutely need to do that. And besides that-” I lean in and plant a quick kiss on her lips. “I had a fun idea for us to try later.”
Her eyes light up. “I like the sound of that.”
“I’ll make sure you have fun.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and gazes up at me. “How is any man ever going to measure up to you?”
Shit. The sinking feeling threatens to come back, grabbing at the base of my stomach, but I push it away. No. Not again. Stop it. Don’t ruin this.
I smile down at her, running my hands through the damp strands of her hair, and shake my head.
“You, my pretty girl, are going to have the whole world at your damn feet. Men will be begging to even get a second of your attention. And some day, some man is going to be the luckiest man out there, because you’ll deem him good enough for you. ”
Her expression becomes earnest, her eyes wide and shining, and her arms tighten around me as she nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck.
I hold her hand to me, wishing I could say different things, make different promises, imagine a completely different future for her, one that might involve me.
But I can’t do that. I can’t even hope for it.
“I was thinking,” I say after a while, and she lifts her head from my shoulder. “I’d like to take you on a proper date tonight.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “A-a date?” She giggles, her cheeks flushing pink. “That’s a little risky don’t you think?”
“There’s a nice little place about an hour away. It's very hidden, veryout of the way, and I doubt we’ll see anyone we know there.” I lift her up suddenly, and she shrieks, clasping on to my shoulders. “I want to take you on a proper date, just like you deserve.”
“You really are the sweetest.” She presses herself to my naked body, kissing me long and slow. “I wish I could keep you,” she murmurs against my mouth.
And the sinking feeling threatens to come back.