Chapter 7 Sunday Night #4
As Amber screams my name on top of me, I stroke my dick and unleash my own orgasm, painting my stomach in hot jets of cum. My hips jerk as I moan into her, into that sweet pulsating cunt.
Amber runs her fingers gently through my hair, then manoeuvres her shaky legs to climb off me. She slumps to the bed, draping an arm over her face as her chest pounds.
“H-holy shit,” she gasps, and swallows hard, more heavy breaths stuttering from between her lips. With a moan, she raises herself to her elbows, and looks over at me. “I thought I was going to pass out.”
“Me too,” I say with a laugh, grimacing as the cum on my stomach quickly cools.
“Shit, was I too heavy?” Her eyes are wide with alarm.
I run a hand over my face as I laugh, and shake my head. “Honey, you’ve got to be kidding. No.” I arch my neck to raise my head from the bed, taking in her wild hair and her flushed face. “It was that good.”
Her mouth curls into a smile. “You really do love eating pussy, don’t you?”
“When it’s as sweet as yours, yes.” I drop my head back to the bed and gaze at the ceiling. “It’s fucking incredible.”
She shuffles across the bed to lie right next to me, and gently strokes my thigh with the back of her hand. “It’s a waste, you know.”
“What is?”
“You. Being single. You could be making some woman very happy.”
See? It was a game.
I don’t say anything, just lie there stroking her legs, staring at the ceiling until my eyes get heavy. I remember the cold mess on my stomach, and wipe it away with a tissue before getting to my feet and cleaning myself properly in the bathroom.
“Do you want a shower?” I call out, but there’s no answer.
When I stick my head out the door, Amber is curled up in the bed, the comforter pulled around her shoulders, and she’s asleep.
I gaze at her for a few minutes, knowing this is the last night I’ll see her here like this.
After tonight, she’ll go back to being my daughter’s best friend, and I ask myself over and over how the fuck I’m going to just act like nothing happened.
I climb into the bed, and tuck her into my arms. She sighs in her sleep, nuzzling into me, and within minutes, my eyes close, and I’m asleep too.
It’s still dark. The wind that picked up earlier in the night is now howling outside the windows.
I blink a few times, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. The only light comes from the full moon flooding through the window, occasionally obscured by fast-moving clouds.
Amber’s warm body is still nestled against me, and she’s sleeping soundly.
I turn into her with a sigh, nuzzling the crook of her neck to breathe her in. She doesn’t stir, just sighs out a soft breath. Her tits are pressed against me, and I run a hand down her side, over her round ass, and instantly I’m hard.
And a thought echoes through my brain. Something she said she wanted to try.
I hesitate, because I’ve never done this before. Sure, she said she wanted it. But that was the game. We hadn’t discussed it again.
In the car this evening she’d said again she wanted to be used. Maybe she meant it then too. Even if it was the game, she wanted to keep playing.
And she’s mine til tomorrow.
I gently roll her onto her back, and reach over to the nightstand to retrieve the bottle of lube. Kneeling between her thighs, I coat my cock until I’m slippery, then lift her legs so they’re hooked around my elbows. Her brow crinkles, but she keeps sleeping.
This is a rush, a thrill, and it somehow feels even more forbidden, more wrong, than anything else I’ve done to her this weekend. I look down as I guide myself inside her, and she’s so impossibly warm and tight, even though her body is relaxed.
I’m halfway inside her when her legs tense slightly.
I stop for a moment, exhaling through gritted teeth at the sensation of having her pussy squeeze me like this.
Then I keep going, sinking down, down, and with a sharp groan, I’m inside her, all the way.
Panting, I lean over her, looking down at her sleeping face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, pulling out so I can slide back inside her, a little deeper this time. I let out a shaky breath, pushing her thighs wider with my arms. “So perfect for me, aren’t you, honey?”
Her brow pinches together as I roll in and out of her, but she still doesn’t wake, not completely.
And because I’m an animal, and this is my last time doing this to her, I pull out completely, just so I can look down to watch her take me again, that slick pussy swallowing me down and clenching me so hard my head spins.
The haze takes over as I fuck her harder, and she’s hot and perfect and wonderful. Her legs tense around my arms, and there’s a soft gasp. Her head tosses on the bed, lost in that wild tangle of hair, and with a loud moan, her back arches off the bed.
“Yeah,” she murmurs, and reaches up to hook her fingers around my neck. “Fuck, harder. Oh my god.”
“You said you wanted to wake up with me inside you,” I say, slamming my hips against her. “Is this what you imagined?”
She nods, biting her lip, those full tits heaving as she breathes. “Mhmm. Oh god.” Her back arches, and I slow my movements.
“Stay with me, honey,” I command softly, and her gaze moves back to my face. “I want you to stay right here with me.” I reward her with a hard thrust, and her mouth falls open in a cry. “Is this how you want it?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Theo, please… Oh god, harder.”
I can see she wants to arch away from me, her body caught in the same haze of euphoria that’s taken over mine. But she doesn’t move, her body quivering as she stays there with me, both getting hotter and starting to sweat, cries lost in the roaring of the wind outside in the night.
She lets out a loud Oh!, her wide eyes fixed on mine, her lips trembling. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and her hips rock in rhythm with my thrusts, taking me down deeper and deeper every time.
The heat at the base of my spine starts to twist, and Amber’s rocking motions send her clit grinding into me with every stroke. The carnal sounds bursting from her lips tell me she’s getting closer, and closer, but so am I, so close that I know I’ll need to pull out soon, or…
“Fuck,” I grit out. “Oh fuck, honey, I have to-”
“No,” she cries, her nails clawing at my back. “Oh fuck, Theo, don’t stop, please, don’t.”
I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, but my body fucking ignores me. I’m on autopilot like some sex-crazed fucking robot, punching my cock into her deeper and deeper as my balls draw up tight and hot clawing fingers gash up my spine to match the desperate clawing of Amber’s fingers on my skin.
“Amber,” I gasp helplessly, stupidly, as though I don’t know what’s going to happen, as though this hasn’t been what I’ve been dreaming about since this pretty pink pussy was bared to me in my office two days ago. “Honey, I’m going to come.” I say it like it’ll make a difference. I know it won’t.
We don’t want to stop.
And we don’t.
Amber goes quiet, just for a second, sucking in a breath as her fingertips dig into my skin, and then, like the trip of an electric current, she convulses around me.
The violent pulsation of her pussy around my naked cock has me roaring, and I instantly tumble down after her.
It feels like I’ll never stop coming, my cock pumping her quivering pussy full.
It goes on and on, until I drop her legs from my arms, and she reaches up to pull me down to her, kissing me feverishly with her arms wrapped around my neck.
Buried inside her, I kiss her for an eternity, and the wind keeps howling outside.
I want to say I shouldn’t have done that.
I want to say I’m sorry. But I’m not. I’m fucking not.
If this is the last time I get to fuck this woman, then I want it to be like this.
If that makes me a depraved fuck, then so be it.
But knowing I’ve been inside her gives a sense of satisfaction as though she is mine, and like she’ll never be anyone else’s, not like this.
“If you were twenty years younger, right?” She breathes against my mouth, and lets out a sad little laugh. “We’d be perfect for each other, right? That’s what you said?”
“Yes, honey.” I thread my fingers through her hair, my tongue stroking against hers, fucking drunk on kissing her mouth and not knowing how I’m ever supposed to stop. “I’d never let you go. You’d be mine. I’d make sure of it.”
“Theo,” she whimpers, and wraps her legs around my waist, enveloping me completely. “I-I wish…”
And I know what she’s going to say, because I want to say the same thing. I want to say fuck it to everything I know is wrong, everything I know I’m greedy and selfish for wanting.
But I don’t.
The sky begins to lighten, the morning finding us still kissing, still feverish and wanting and holding on to every last second as they slip away from us.
When I slide back inside her, and fuck her til she’s screaming, til she wrings every last drop of my release from my cock, I know I have to let her go.
It was a beautiful dream. A game. A fantasy.
It’s over now. That’s what we promised ourselves. That’s the way it has to be.