“Lead the way,” he whispered.
She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. They kissed again at the foot of the bed, and she reached down and fumbled with the button of his jeans. She was out of practice, but she finally got it, popping the button loose before tugging down his zipper.
His taut cock pushed his white cotton boxers out through the gap, and she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling his heat through the thin cloth. She groaned as she felt his rigid thickness, and ran her fingertips over the ridge of his glans.
He sighed from her touch and reached down to the hem of her skirt, sliding his hand back up along the inside of her plush thigh. She parted her legs slightly, giving him room to continue, and soon he arrived at his destination, cupping her puffy pussy through her satiny panties.
“Oh god,” she moaned, as his finger pressed into the cloth, pushing it between her full lips. When he rolled the material over her clit, she gripped his forearm and shuddered, feeling the pleasure ripple through her.
Her other hand delved under the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling it out to allow his cock to spring to vertical, sticking up out of the gap. She gripped it again, this time feeling his soft outer skin that covered the underlying hardness.
He let out a breath and pushed the crotch of her panties to the side. She’d kept her pussy smooth-shaven since high school, and was now glad she had, as his fingertips traced over her sensitive skin. When he slid a finger into her tight crease, her copious fluids coated him, making their contact slick.
“Oooh,” she sighed, when his finger rediscovered the erect nub of her clit. As he batted at it gently, she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her. She hadn’t been touched like this in a long, long time.
She gripped his cock and began to stroke it, keeping her hand up near the engorged head. It was bigger than the shaft and shaped a little like a mushroom cap, and she licked her lips as she stared down at it, wondering what it would feel like on her tongue.
Unable to resist any longer, she dropped to her knees on the carpet and kissed the front of his shaft. He groaned as she pulled his pants and boxers to his thighs, then angled his cock down towards her mouth. When she closed her lips around the swollen knob, he groaned even louder, then watched intently as she began to bob her head, sliding up and down his stiff shaft.
His pre-cum was already oozing from the slitted tip, and she licked it away, loving both the masculine taste and its slick texture on her tongue. She tightened her mouth and rode his erection up and down, listening to his groans of pleasure.
After a few moments she pulled her mouth off of him and licked all the way down the shaft until she encountered the wrinkled skin of his ballsack. Cupping his scrotum in her hand, she sucked on his large testicles, causing more moans of pleasure to escape his lips.
When his balls were covered in her saliva, she slid her tongue up to the head and engulfed him back into her mouth, delighting in the fresh quantity of tasty clear liquid that had accumulated at the notched tip in her absence. She began her rhythm again, thrusting her face down on his jutting cock, only wanting to give him more pleasure.
When he reached his limit, he pulled her to her feet, kissing her hard. She whimpered, wanting to experience the sensation of his cum jetting into the back of her throat. But he obviously had other ideas, and she acquiesced to his desires.
“Do you have protection?” he asked, his voice raspy from lust.
“In the drawer,” she replied, pointing at her bedside table. He moved to it.
It was only at the last moment she realized her vibrator was in there too, and she felt her cheeks blossom with heat and blush as he pulled it open to reveal the pink plastic cock.
He picked it up and gazed at it for a moment, then tossed it back in. “You won’t be needing that tonight,” he said, causing her to smile.
He removed a condom packet from the box and moved back to her, tearing it open and placing it on the head of his cock. She watched him roll it down as she removed the rest of her clothes, then got on the bed on her knees, bending over to present her ass to him, with her smooth and swollen pussy peeking out from between the full globes of her buttocks.
“No,” he whispered. “I want to look at you while we make love.”
Surprised, she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs in invitation, showing him all of her intimate secrets.
He looked down on her for a long moment, his eyes filled with lust. “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered.
He’d removed his clothes, and it was her first opportunity to see all of him. He took her breath away, as he stood over her with his incredible body. His abs seemed to be chiseled out of stone, and his pecs were firm and round, topped off by his small nipples.
But the best part was his cock, which jutted out from his groin, tall and rock hard and almost quivering with desire.
Desire for her.
She whimpered as she spread her thighs further, lifting her knees to tilt her spread pussy up to him, asking him without words to hurry up and enter her.
He leaned down and curled his hands around the backs of her knees, pressing her legs wider and back as he lowered his face to her plush pussy, kissing her right on her slit, which gleamed wetly with her arousal.
His tongue slithered out and licked up through her crease, parting the petals of her inner labia as it moved. When it reached her clit he flicked at it before lifting his head to look up at her face.
“You’re incredible,” he said, his voice tight with desire. Some of her juices gleamed wetly on his lips.
“Fuck me,” she whined. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He moved up over her, sitting on his haunches between her spread legs. His arching cock now hovered tantalizingly over her quivering pussy, which pulsed wetly in anticipation.
“Please,” she moaned.
He leaned forward, placing his hands on the mattress beside her head as he bent down to kiss her. Their lips met, and she tasted a faint trace of herself as his tongue delved into her mouth. She met it with hers, and they danced together as she curled her arms up around his shoulders.
Then she felt it. The tip of his sweet cock nudging into her slit.
“Yesss,” she moaned into his mouth as she slid her legs up around him, holding him in her embrace.
They both groaned as he flexed his hips, pushing his engorged cockhead into her tight entrance. She felt her inner walls begin to stretch around him, and she tightened her legs, lifting her pussy up to his impaling erection.
The action caused her to slide further onto him as his cock burrowed into her tightness. She cried out from the pleasure, loving the sensation of being filled by his masculine hardness.
He continued to press down with his hips, and her tight, hot flesh enveloped his piercing cock. Her lubrication flowed freely, painting the latex of the condom with her slickness, allowing him to go deeper, embedding himself in her clasping sheath.
Finally, he was all the way in, and she groaned from the sensation of being stretched wider than she’d ever been. He held deep for a moment, pressing the swollen head of his cock against her cervix. She clung tightly to him, holding him in her embrace of arms and legs, never wanting to let him go.
His tight abs pressed against the rolls of her stomach, and her hard nipples indented his chest. He corkscrewed his hips in a circle, shifting his iron-hard cock in her slick and tight grip, and causing her inner labia to snug even further around the thick root of his erection.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. “So good, baby.”
He began to fuck her slowly, drawing out until just the head remained, then reversing direction and pushing back in, parting her resisting walls with the blunt knob of his cock. She cried out and spread her thighs wider, placing her feet on his ass for leverage.
He slowly picked up speed, driving his hips between her thighs as he thrust deep into her core. Her fluffy breasts bounced on her chest in time with his strokes, her nipples still stiff and distended.
His face was beside hers, and he breathed hotly against her ear as his body worked for their pleasure. She opened her eyes and stared upward, and for a moment she was transported back to her old bedroom with its poster on the ceiling.
It was too surreal. She’d dreamed about this moment and here he was, lying between her spread legs and making love to her. Part of her worried that this was just a dream, and she was going to wake up soon to find herself alone again.
But she pushed all that to the side and concentrated on the man on top of her. Bringing her lips to his ear, she whispered, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
He lifted his head to smile softly down at her, and his blue eyes looked black in the dim light. He picked up his pace once again, slamming his hips down against her thighs, making a slapping sound in the quiet room.
“That’s it,” she cooed, her eyes never leaving his. “So good.”
His face was a mask of concentration as he continued to fuck her, driving into her yielding softness again and again. As her pleasure rose, she could feel them connecting on some other level, beyond the physical. It was almost like they were meant to be here like this, joined as one and sharing the pleasure of each other.
She could feel her climax building inside of her, and knew by his eyes that he was right there with her. Her body jiggled in time with his thrusts, but she was far beyond worrying about that. He’d accepted her for what she was, and that was all that mattered to her.
Their breaths became harsh, and she could feel herself slipping towards the edge. But she held back, waiting for him to join her. Her hands ran up and down his spine, dragging her fingernails across his flesh, adding to his pleasure.
Suddenly, he growled low in his throat and slammed his hips against her hard, keeping his cock deep. His back arched and she felt his strength as a powerful shudder went through him.
Then he was coming, crying out and convulsing as his cock jerked inside of her, followed by the warmth of his seed spurting against her womb.
The sensation pushed her over the edge, and she wailed loudly as she began to thrash beneath his pinning weight. It was like no climax she’d ever felt before, as the powerful waves of bliss exploded through her.
It kept on coming, and the pair clung tightly to each other as their bodies were tossed on the tempest of ecstasy. She felt her pussy clasping at his pulsing cock, gripping it possessively as it continued to fill her with his seed. His muscles strained as he held deep in her, and her fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders. They held that way for several long moments, shuddering through the remains of their orgasms.
With a sigh, he relaxed down onto her, and his weight on her soft, cushiony body made her feel safe. She held him contentedly as they both recovered, taking in deep breaths of air.
After a few minutes, he lifted his head to look down at her. She smiled up at him with a sleepy expression.
“Wow,” he said.
She grinned and reached up to caress the side of his face. “That was amazing.”
“It’s been a long time,” he said.
“Long time for what?”
“Since I made love to someone I cared about.”
She smiled again and felt a warmth inside of her. “I love when you say things like that. Makes me feel special.”
“You are special. Never forget that.”
“You can leave if you want.”
He lifted his head and his eyes focused. “You kicking me out?”
“No. I’m just saying. If you’re busy or something, I don’t–”
He placed a finger on her lips, shushing her. “Enough of this. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to. Do you?”
“No.”
He smiled. “Good. Because I want to make love again. And then again. I can’t get enough of you.”
She smiled wide and wiggled her hips, causing his half-hard cock to slip inside of her. He pulled out, and the full condom hung off the tip. After removing it, he tossed it into the waste can beside the bed and lay on his back beside her.
She turned and moved against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He curled an arm around her and pulled her against his side. She sighed contentedly and snuggled into him.
They were resting like that when his cell phone went off. He let it ring a few times then said, “I’d better get that before they call the police.”
She felt her heartbeat pick up as he reached for his pants and pulled out the phone. She was having flashbacks to that married asshole and wondered if it was a woman calling Adam. Would he laugh and tell her he loved her?
He clicked the phone on, and answered the call with, “Settle down, Rick, I’m fine.”
Amber relaxed when she heard the name.
“I took a walk,” Adam said.
She heard the voice on the other end. Rick sounded agitated.
“It doesn’t matter where I am. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“It’s none of your business what her name is.”
“Yes, I know when the plane leaves. I’ll be there.”
“Rick, just so you know, my contract with you expires in two months. If you want to continue being my manager, there’s going to be a few changes.”
Rick sounded even more agitated.
“I really do have to go. See you tomorrow.”
She could hear Rick yelling as he clicked the call off and set the phone on the table. When it rang again he turned the phone completely off.
“Where were we?” he said, turning back to Amber.
She smiled. “I’m pretty sure we were going to make love again.”
“Oh yeah. Now that sounds like fun.”
They made love for most of the night. The second time, she straddled his hips and rode him to two orgasms before he came. After that, they slept for a while, but she woke him up by sucking his cock to hardness. He came in her mouth, and then returned the favor, licking her to completion as she straddled his head. After resting, they made love one last time, slow and gentle, even at the end where they came together. They drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, Amber was awoken by a pounding on her door, and sat up. After a moment of disorientation, she recalled the events of the night before and glanced beside her. She smiled as she saw Adam sleeping peacefully.
The pounding continued, and she put on her robe before going out to see who it was. She was a little afraid that Rick had somehow tracked Adam to her apartment, and was here to raise hell. Or maybe it was the paparazzi or reporters? Maybe someone had seen Adam come into the diner last night?
But when she peeked through the curtains, she relaxed. It was just her friends, Lauren and Staci.
`She opened the door and smiled. “What’s going on?”
“We’re here to talk to you,” Lauren said.
“Can we come in?” Staci added.
“Sure,” Amber replied, and opened the door. They both came in and looked around.
“What’s up?” Amber said.
“Well, Amber, I’m just going to come out and say it,” Lauren said.
“Say what?” Amber asked.
“This is an intervention,” Staci said.
Amber’s eyebrows rose. “Intervention? For what?”
“Could you have a seat?” Lauren said, pointing to the recliner across from the couch. Amber sat, and her friends took the couch, peering intently at her.
“Would one of you tell me what’s going on?” Amber asked.
“Well,” Lauren said, “after you refused to come to the concert with us last night, we decided we had to do something about you.”
“Speaking of the concert,” Staci said, “you really missed it. Adam looked fantastic. Better than ever. God, he’s so hot.”
Lauren swatted her friend on the leg. “Do you think she wants to hear that? We’re here to help her and your rubbing it in that she missed Adam? That’s just cruel.”
Amber tried to contain a smile as Staci looked chagrined. “Sor
ry,” she said meekly.
“Anyway,” Lauren said, “like I said, we’re here to help, and the only way we can help you is by telling you the truth.”
“The truth?” Amber asked.
“That’s right, the truth. Now I’m just going to come out and say this, and I’m sorry if it hurts your feelings. First of all, your priorities are all out of whack. You don’t care about the things you used to care about. Like clothes, and hair. I mean, look at yourself. You probably haven’t been to a hair salon in years.”
Amber nodded. “That’s true. Did you know they only charge fifteen dollars for a haircut at Fantastic Frans?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. “See what I mean? You’ve lost all sense of reality. Not only that, you’re also… um, how should I put this?”
“You’re fat,” Staci interjected.
Lauren slapped her leg again. “Why do you have to be so mean?”
“What?” Staci said. “I thought we were telling her the truth?”
`“There’s the truth,” Lauren said, “and then there’s being cruel.” She turned to Amber. “But yeah, you’re fat. Sorry, but there it is.”
Amber smiled. “Do you think that comes as a surprise to me?”
“Well,” Lauren said, “sometimes people create false self-images.”
Amber kept smiling. “I can assure you I’m not deluding myself. I know I’m overweight.”
“So you’re okay with being ugly?” Staci said, looking confused.
“I don’t consider myself ugly. And neither does someone I care about.”
The two girls looked surprised. “You have a boyfriend?” Lauren asked.
Amber smiled wider. “I wouldn’t say that. Yet. We just met last night.”
“Who is he?” Staci said. “Is he fat like you?”
Amber chuckled. “No, he’s–” She stopped when she saw her friends’ faces. They were both staring over her shoulder with wide eyes and gaping mouths. When she turned to look behind her, she saw Adam in the doorway to her bedroom, dressed only in his boxers. He still had a sleepy look in his eyes.
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