by Amber Burns
“Well hello there,” I greeted.
She paused and seemed to visibly relax at the sight of me. I wasn’t sure if it was my jocular tone or wide grin that eased her out of whatever had her tense in the first place.
“Um, hi.” She sucked in her lips while her arms folded slightly over her chest. Her slim fingers were squeezing her bare, supple arms.
“Any particular reason why you’re not in bed, snoring away that headache of yours?”
“I don’t snore!” She pouted those kissable lips before answering me. “It was hot in there. I wanted fresh air.”
“Dressed like that?” I tsked, though I really wasn’t complaining.
My eyes were glued to the obvious indents of her nipples as they pushed out against the white cotton of her fitted t-shirt. I somehow tore myself away from her chest to find her fine ass in a pair of mini shorts on top of black leggings.
“It’s fine,” she was saying. “I’m really not that cold. It’s kind of nice out here.”
She turned to face the lake, and her eyes fluttered shut for a few moments, the time it took her to visibly inhale and exhale.
“What’s that?” I asked, suddenly catching the sound of something… someone… no, someones coming from the deck down below.
“It’s nothing,” she said sheepishly hoping I’d drop it.
“That doesn’t sound like nothing.”
A grin began to cross my lips just as quickly as her cheeks flushed. She ducked her head, trying to avoid my gaze.
“Vanna, what are you hiding?”
“Don’t,” my girl persisted.
I couldn’t help myself, the curiosity was too strong. I slipped past Vanna and crept down the stairs connecting our deck to the adjoining one.
12
“Man…” My jaw was busy picking itself up the floor as I finished that thought,
“How the hell is he…?”
The previously serene hot tub I had found not all that long ago was no longer serene, or empty. Two forms were now gyrating, humping, and fucking in the jetted tub. The guy had his woman in some kind of twisty-pretzel pose as she wailed her release, her pleasure resounded on each definitive note. She was still moaning when he pulled out and untangled from the crazy pose before he readjusted them in a more normal position.
The man placed his lover over the side of the tub, and the dark blonde’s tanned ass was on display for a moment before he moved in behind her, blocking the view. He was taking the back door route, which she seemed to enjoy since she was once again moaning approval.
I pulled my eyes away from the couple and turned to head back up the steps to my girl. Vanna had walked in on them, and it all clicked into place. Now she had crept back down the stairs, though she was still more than a couple arm lengths away.
“Vanna…” Her name came out all throaty and low.
She still had a deer-in-headlights look, and I chuckled at her reaction. My attention on her pulled Vanna out of the trance she was in, and she was quickly retreating back up the stairs and into our room.
I took one last look at the couple in throes of their… love making. They either didn’t know or didn’t care that they had an audience, and they continued on fucking like there was no tomorrow.
“Vanna…” I drawled as I entered our room from the balcony.
She perked up from her side of the bed, her shoulders doing that thing where they came up to her ears, and she readied her defenses. I rounded the bed and my shadow fell over her. I waited a beat for that pretty head of hers to lift and her gaze to meet mine.
“Vanna…” I prodded.
She was resolutely sticking to staring at her clenched hands. The only indication that she was aware of me was her quivering frame.
Fine.
Since she didn’t appear to be coming to my level, I would join her on hers. Down on my knees, I gripped the bed on either side of her and finally earned a reaction.
Her gasp was nothing more than a sharp inhale. Her head turned to the side and her cheeks were as flushed as I expected.
“So, you’re human.” My comment was dry, an attempt at humor. “What are you running from? The fact you’re as hot under that… Well, you’re not wearing a collar at the moment, but you get it. You’re fucking turned on, aren’t you Vanna?”
“N-No!”
I shook my head. Vanna, I thought to myself, you give yourself away with that cute stutter. I know you’re lying.
“You’re turned on,” I pressed again, “and I’m turned on.” She was still shaking her head, trying to deny it. I decided it was time to take a chance. “Do you know I jacked off in the shower because I wanted to fuck you?”
At hearing my admission, Vanna’s eyes went wide, and she froze. My hands moved to cup the sides of her ass, and I gripped the flesh through her leggings. My attention was divided between my cock and her sensual, shivering reaction to my touch.
“You want me, babe. All you have to do is say so and I’m all yours.”
Vanna was breathing harder by the second. As much as she could push me away and lie to my face about how she was feeling, she was now falling under the spell of her own body.
“Stop making us both hurt, Vanna. It’s so fucking wrong. You know that. Only you can make this right.”
I was teetering on the edge. This moment of truth was going to either fuck me over or have me fucking her thoroughly to both of our satisfactions.
My grip loosened on her sides and I was suddenly hyper-tuned to my whole body. There was the painful throbbing and quivering that was setting in on my calves and ankles, the anxious weight that hung over my chest, the rigidness of my dick, and heavy, aching feeling radiating from my balls.
Come on, Vanna. Let me in. Let me love you. Let me fuck you, beautiful girl.
I crouched there for a seeming eternity before her hands clasped mine over her hips. Between that and a tiny nod, I knew I had the green light from her.
“Oh, baby, I’ll make sure you enjoy this more than me,” I said, and I meant it.
She deserved the complete Amos package after admitting her mutual desire and taking me up on my offer.
“Hold out your hands, gorgeous.” My rumbling command was met with hasty action. “Cross your wrists.” She did this, too, and without complaint. “Hold them like that and don’t move.”
I drew the hand towel off the nearby food cart, transferred it under her wrists and, with another warning not to move, I wrapped the soft, white towel around her hands.
“Amos…”
I cut her off with a look and hated the doubt that was furrowing her expression and wrinkling her perfectly cute nose. I sat up from my haunches and reached into a kiss.
Vanna bared down, trying to deepen the touch, and I had to remind myself that there was a lot more of that coming… as long as I paced myself. I backed out of the kiss and focused on ensuring her hands were out of commission for what I had hurriedly planned.
“Move back,” I commanded, though I helped navigate her back against the headboard and the pillows.
I climbed over her and burrowed my knees in the soft bed on either side of her hips. My gaze danced over her as I tried to decide where to start. There was so much of her to play with.
“Hands up, and hold them there.”
She was still following my orders. Good to note.
With her arms up above her head, Vanna’s tits naturally pushed out towards me; which practically made the decision of where I should start for me.
I cupped her breasts, squeezing the soft, pliable flesh and pinched her quickly hardening nipples. Her soft, mewling moans were already starting to drive me crazy, and I couldn’t help myself as my lips came bearing down onto one of her enticing buds.
Between my legs, I felt Vanna’s knees as they brushed against me. She had drawn them up as a reaction to what I was doing to her. I released her breast with a hiss and felt her knees drift dangerously close to my cock. It was a hell of a reminder of the stiffy I had been holdi
ng for her off and on since she let me into her apartment.
I reached down and pushed her knees back onto the bed while I gave her a warning look. Her legs went limp in compliance to my unsaid command, and her cheeks somehow turned even darker red.
Maybe I should have tied her legs up too.
Instead of doing that, my hands fell over the waistband of her shorts, and I easily pulled the flimsy article off her legs. I had to sit further back to get at her tights, but with a bit of work, and a bit of distraction as I nibbled at each inch of newly exposed flesh, I removed those from her too. I was then surprised to find my Vanna hadn’t been wearing any underwear.
You sneaky minx.
With Vanna’s sex now fully open and exposed to me, I laid between her legs, face down and level with her cunt. I spent a few moments admiring the pink-red, engorged lips of her labia and the hooded tip of her clit. Vanna had the prettiest pussy I’d seen and, from experience, the tastiest too.
“You shaved,” I commented, recalling the last time she’d exposed herself and her mound’s short, dark curls. My grumbled observation elicited her to lift her hips so that she angled herself closer to my waiting mouth.
I grabbed her hips and pressed her back down to the bed. “No, baby, not yet. That’s not what I have planned for you,” I said before placing a quick kiss on her clit, then pulling away.
“Amos! Please!” Vanna moaned in protest.
Clearly she hadn’t gotten the message I was trying to send, so I gently brushed my fingers across her lower lips before placing another chaste kiss on her skin, this time on her inner thigh.
“Noooo,” she groaned, her head tossing to the side. She pressed her hips up again, trying to force my tongue into her eager snatch. “Please, Amos! Please!”
For someone so quiet, Vanna sure was vocal as hell in bed.
“Vanna, I’m not going to fuck you, yet.”
“But,” she started to protest, but the words died on her pouting lips as I moved away.
“Give me a sec,” I said. Vanna began to lower her arms, before I caught her with a stern look and said, “Hey, hey, what did I say?” She immediately put them back up by the headboard again. “Good girl. Now keep them up there. I just have to get something.”
I opened the side of my worn pack and freed the foil wrappers I’d shoved in there after much contemplation. I ripped one off the strip and tossed it onto the edge of the bed before turning my attention back to Vanna… my Vanna.
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it into the nearby pile to join her shorts and tights. Next, I reached for the button on my pants but then remembered that I needed to reign it in and slow down. Vanna was watching me intently, and I wanted to make tonight all about her pleasure.
“What does ‘Vanna Say’?” I asked with a devilish grin.
Her eyes lit up as the memory of ‘Amos Says’, the little game we had played on the second floor of Sterling Outfits, came back to her. Vanna sucked in her bottom lip, chewing it to a point of decision. After a few moments her command came out softly, “Take off your pants.”
I did as she said and stepped out of my pants, leaving me only my boxers. There was no hiding my erection now, and Vanna’s eyes were locked on to the bobbing hard-on hidden behind the thin fabric.
She sucked in her lip again and closed her eyes, like it was all too much for her. I laughed lightly, breathlessly. It was such a Vanna move, and somehow, I was harder for it.
“Vanna says, I want you naked.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I dropped the boxers, the only thing that had kept her from fully seeing what she was doing to me. Vanna’s eyes opened, and she blinked in seeming amazement at the image of me standing stark naked in front of her. When she licked her lips, I imagined all things I wanted her to do to me with them.
Maybe we would get around to that later, but right then, it was all about her. If this worked out, and I hoped against hope it would, we would have the rest of our lives to make each other happy.
“What does Vanna want now?”
“Inside me.” She parted her legs. “I want you inside of me.” Her feet dug into the bed while her hips thrust against a phantom cock.
If Vanna doesn’t want foreplay, then we’re skipping foreplay.
I tore into the foil packet and rolled the condom down over my shaft. Even though she told me she was on the pill, and as much as I wanted to make a baby, our relationship was still rocky. Vanna getting pregnant would be a problem at this stage. So, with the rubber secured, I crawled up between her legs and aligned my cock with her entrance. I slid myself between her wet folds, easily coating myself in her wetness.
“You’re so wet, baby,” I said as my head pushed slowly into her.
Vanna moaned softly, and I took a moment to let Vanna catch up before pressing further in and bringing myself hilt deep. Being a good girl, Vanna still kept her tied hands above her head, just as I had instructed her, which allowed me to set the pace. I listened to her moans and groans and adjusted. I sped up, then slowed down, before speeding up again as we raced to our orgasms.
I tried to hold back, to keep myself steady, but each thrust was killing me. I felt like I would burst at any moment.
“Vanna,” I groaned. “I can’t last much longer. You’re too much.”
In a perfect world we’d have come together, or she’d have come first at the very least. Since I was near the edge, I knew I’d have to approach this another way, and I pulled out completely before I lost it all. Vanna protested and tried to press herself back onto me, but I was sure of what I was doing.
“Relax, babe.” I fell down onto my stomach in front of her pussy again. “We’ll get you there.”
As much as I would have loved to feel her squeeze tightly around my shaft when she climaxed, I wanted her coming on my tongue more. I brought myself close to her eager sex and tested her opening with probing fingers. A first then second finger slide easily into Vanna, and I angled both to stroke upwards against her inner walls.
Vanna shuddered, and her eyes fluttered closed as my tongue made contact with her sensitive nub. My tongue and fingers worked in tandem to coax out the orgasm that was relentlessly building inside of Vanna. Her moans turned to one long chant of my name as she grew ever closer.
I could tell she was on the very edge of release, and I worked a third finger into her when she said, “Kiss me!”
I pulled my lips from Vanna’s sex and licked her remaining slickness from them before I crushed them to hers. With her arms still obediently above her head, Vanna pressed her neck forward and darted her tongue into my mouth. I responded in kind and our tongues swirled around eachothers’ while my three fingers eked out that last step needed to send Vanna over the edge.
Vanna’s entire body went rigid, and I held onto her, keeping our bodies in contact while she rode out her first and then second orgasm. I felt each pulse of pleasure echo through her body and enjoyed every hurried breath and quiver of muscle until Vanna’s pleasure subsided and she sank slowly back into the bed.
“Vanna,” I sighed her name over her lips and pulled my fingers free from the grip of her sex before I threw myself down beside her. I pulled her to my side and allowed her head to rest against my shoulder while her hand splayed over my heaving chest. “I love this. I love this so fucking much. Please tell me that was as mind-blowing for you.”
She hummed and a wide smile lifted her cheeks while her brown eyes glimmered; the look of afterglow was amazing on Vanna Sterling.
“You loved all that control, didn’t you?” I prodded playfully. “Telling me to take off my pants and boxers… to be inside of you.”
I glanced over to Vanna and got the distinct feeling that she didn’t feel the same way. Her smile slipped, and she started to pull away. I pulled my arm around her and trapped her by my side. Now my irritation was flaring with her rejection.
“Not this again.”
“Amos, please.”
She was trying to get out of
my grip, and I gave in to her, letting her go. What I didn’t allow her to do was scurry into that tough shell of hers. That shell that was keeping her from enjoying life, from seizing whatever she wanted… Like me. Like us. Dammit.
I sat up, and though it was slow, she followed suit.
“What did you think was going to happen after our night here?” I asked, now unsure of the answer myself.
She was quiet, and her eyes dropped to her lap.
“No.” I caught her chin and brought her to face me. “No more avoiding it, Vanna. Answer my question. What did you think was going to happen after our night here? Did you think we would fuck and then in the morning go on our separate ways?”