She’s so beautiful, and I can’t stop staring at the way her hair is draped across my pillow. But I…need to clean up.
“I’ll be right back.” I throw away the condom and clean myself up as quickly as possible, because I want to be next to her again.
Sliding under the covers with her again, I pull her against me, and she smiles. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I tilt her face up to mine and kiss her. “Are you okay?”
“I’m great,” she says.
I’ll never tell her, but I did research. I didn’t know when we’d get here, but I wanted to be as good as I could be when we did. I didn’t want to be one of those guys that just tried to get it over with and didn’t care, and I think I did okay.
“You’re sure it didn’t?”
She laughs softly, voice a little deeper than when we started, and snuggles down against me. “I think everything you did first helped. I wouldn’t mind if we did that again. I wouldn’t mind if we did any of that again.”
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I think that’s a guarantee.”
She laughs again, and I kiss her into silence. After a few minutes I pull away, and we breathe together.
“You were so good tonight,” I say. “And I don’t just mean the sex.”
“Thank you. You were amazing too.”
Propping myself up on my elbow, I look down at her. “I never asked, but is this what you want to do?”
“Be an actress?”
“Yeah.”
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Even though you’re so good at it?”
“I want to be in entertainment,” she says, “but I don’t think I want to be an actress.”
I can’t help it, I stroke my hand down her side because I love the feel of her skin. “Why not?”
Amber shrugs. “Acting is fun, and it’s fun to be good at it, but it’s so subjective. I want to write or direct or design. Because acting takes talent, but half the time your talent doesn’t matter until after you get the part.”
“What do you mean?”
She looks away. “There’s so much about acting that is about looking good or being ‘right for the part’ before you ever get to talk. I just don’t like the idea of my career relying on me walking into room and someone thinking I’m pretty.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I hadn’t thought about it that way.”
“So I’ll do something else. I haven’t totally decided yet.”
I lean down and press my lips to hers. “Whatever you do, you’re going to be amazing at it.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
She grins up at me. “You know what I know?”
“What?”
“I’m ready for more.”
I shake my head. “More what?”
She sinks below the sheets, and I have a crystal clear picture of what she means, because she’s under the blankets and her mouth is on me. On me. Sweet god in heaven. I wasn’t completely hard again, but I am now.
Having her mouth on me is almost like when I was inside her but different. That same fiery heat and softness, but fiercer without the condom, and when her tongue strokes along me, I let out a groan that is far from attractive.
Up and down and up and down she goes and shit, I could live in this feeling. All the time. Pulses of pleasure radiate outward and I love it.
Amber tries to take as much of me as she can, and holy shit that feels so good. My mind is blank with it, just living in the moment.
I have to come way too soon. “Amber,” I say, “I have to.”
But she doesn’t pull away. There’s a sound in her throat that might be a yes, but I can’t tell. The vibration from that sound hits me, and I lose it. I come, and she doesn’t miss a beat.
Fucking hell. I’m going to die from it. I heard once that the word orgasm came from the French term for ‘little death’ or something like that. Now I know why. I definitely one hundred percent understand that.
Amber resurfaces from the covers, hair flying everywhere and a smug grin on her face. “That was amazing,” I tell her.
“I gathered,” she laughs.
“Your turn.”
She freezes and goes bright red. “You,” she swallows, “you don’t have to do that.”
“Why not?”
Looking away, she shrugs, “It just feels embarrassing, to have you look at me up close like that.”
“And it’s not for me?”
“I don’t know,” Amber says. “You’re a guy. It’s like a normal thing. Every guy wants a blowjob. I hear the conversations. But don’t most guys think vaginas are gross?”
I snort. “Believe me, I do not find vaginas gross. I can tell you that I’ll regularly be having dreams about yours.”
That only makes her turn redder and hit me lightly on the arm. “That’s not funny.”
“No, it’s sexy as fuck.” I roll over her, because I like seeing her look up at me like that, hair messy, lips swollen, and knowing I had something to do with that. “If you really don’t want me to, I won’t. I’d never do something if you said no. But I don’t mind, and I think both of us should get to experience more, try more things.”
Amber looks back and forth between my eyes, like she’s trying to decide if I’m completely serious. I am. “Okay,” she says.
I throw the blankets off us, and lie between her legs. And Amber looks mortified when I gently push her legs apart, even though she said yes. For a second, she covers her face with her hands, and I can see from here that every muscle is tense.
“Amber, breathe,” I tell her, just like she always tells me.
I’ve never seen a vagina up close, and it’s strange and glistening, and I want to taste her. I start slow, just like I did when I was exploring her, because I want to know what makes her feel good.
I brush my tongue gently along her skin and am rewarded with a gasp. She tastes sweeter than I thought, and deep, like everything about her has been concentrated down into this. Finding her clit again, I lick her there.
“Oh,” she says, like she’s surprised that it feels good. So I do it again. And again. I try to find the same rhythm that she showed me with her fingers since that seems to be something she enjoys. But with my tongue.
Amber relaxes, and for even that much, I know that I’m doing something right. I like the way she tastes, and I wasn’t sure I would. But I do, and I want more. I wonder…
I close my mouth over her clit and suck on it like she sucked on me, and her hips jump under my mouth, and she moans. Suddenly Amber’s fingers are in my hair, and she’s gripping, pulling me into her more deeply. “Don’t stop. Please.”
I don’t stop sucking, and I run my tongue over her clit in the middle of it, and her hips move under my mouth, like she’s trying to fuck my mouth, and I have to keep myself from smiling.
Harder, I pull with my mouth and press with my tongue and it doesn’t take long before she’s moaning with every touch. God, those sounds are ones that I’d love to hear forever. They make me hard again, and I wonder if she’ll let me inside her again tonight.