So he spanked her again. Twice. Three times. Four times.
“Sebastian,” she said, begging, but she didn’t say for what.
He pulled the dildo out of her and replaced it with two fingers, hissing when he discovered that she was dripping wet. The fact that she was so turned on...it turned him on even further.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “So good.”
He shed the rest of his clothes and sat behind her. Pressed his mouth to her entrance, fucked her with his tongue, then swirled his tongue over her clit. Again and again....
“Sebastian!” she cried, her hands gripping the blankets.
Over the past couple weeks, he’d learned that Amber could come a few times in close proximity—usually with clitoral stimulation.
“Another?” he said.
“Yes.”
He jacked himself off with one hand while the other thrust the dildo into her body. He loved how it looked coming out of her channel. When he pressed his finger to her swollen nub, she jumped and came immediately, sobbing against the blanket, her knees sliding back until she was lying on her stomach, unable to support herself.
He lay on top of her, pressing kisses over her neck and face. “Do you want more, love? Or are you finished?”
“Let me get you off first. You wanted to see my mouth on your cock, didn’t you?”
He could only nod.
She took a few deep breaths, recovering, before pushing him onto his back and wrapping her lips around his erection.
He ran his hand through her hair and murmured, “You’re incredible... You’re so good at taking my cock... God, yes.”
He didn’t last long. Soon, his entire body was pulsing with his orgasm, and a shout ripped from his mouth, catching him off guard.
“Amber.”
When he found his bearings again, he realized the dildo was still inside her. Her pussy had been full when she’d sucked him off.
Oh, fuck. He jammed it into her again and again as he devoured her mouth and squeezed her breasts and tried to give her all the pleasure in the world.
And when she screamed for him, he was filled with bliss.
* * *
Amber felt like she was drunk, though she hadn’t had a drop of alcohol tonight.
But she was giddy and light-headed, and she couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. She’d had plenty of satisfying sex before, but it had never made her feel quite like this.
She nestled against Sebastian. He was grinning too, looking mighty pleased with himself for what he’d done to her. She wanted to kiss him, and so she did, leisurely stroking her tongue into his mouth.
Afterward, she couldn’t help giggling again.
Her body, though, was utterly boneless with satisfaction. She’d already gotten up to go to the washroom, and she didn’t plan on standing up again for a long time.
“You wore me out,” she said.
And she drifted off in his arms.
* * *
Sebastian was a bit of a morning person, though he would have happily stayed in bed for longer today, tangled up with Amber.
However, they both had to work.
He’d showered quickly, and now she was showering while he made her breakfast.
Coffee was already brewing. Normally he’d have cold cereal during the week, but he figured he had enough time to make French toast. Thankfully, he had the ingredients for this unexpected romantic mid-week breakfast.
Romantic?
For Sunday’s dinner, he’d been very careful to make sure it wasn’t romantic, but now he was making French toast with maple syrup and strawberries and baked banana, and he was whistling.
He wiped his hands on a towel and glanced at the perfect slices of strawberries he’d cut, determined to make sure their plates looked just right. He couldn’t help wishing that it wasn’t dark out, and that he had a little glass vase of flowers. Daisies, maybe.
Sebastian wasn’t used to lying to himself, but he realized he’d been doing a little of that lately.
But no longer.
He was falling in love with Amber Wong.
He certainly hadn’t expected this to happen, just after he’d moved to Stratford, only a few months after his break-up with Lucinda.
Yet there it was.
Funny that you fucked a woman with a dildo and it made you realize you were falling in love with her.
Though, frankly, it had started when she drove him to Waterloo to have bubble tea, if not before.
He brought the coffee and mugs to the table on a tray, and he was about to plate the French toast when Amber came into the kitchen. She was wearing black pants, a white shirt—and God, the vest she’d worn yesterday. Her hair was wet, and she had a towel over her shoulders.
“You don’t have a hair dryer,” she said.
No, he kept his hair quite short and didn’t need one.
He made a mental note to buy a hair dryer this weekend.
“I might have thought of it if I’d had more time to pack, but there was the blackout, and...” She shrugged. “The power’s back on, supposedly.”
“That’s good.” Though he would have been happy to have her back here tonight.
“It smells great. What did you make?”
He held out a plate with two pieces of French toast and two long slices of baked banana. She hadn’t been impressed with his banana milk tea, but she’d said she liked cooked bananas, and he didn’t have much other fruit in the house. There were sliced strawberries scattered over the French toast, and a few more in the corner of the plate.
“Sebastian, you garnished it!” She took the plate and kissed his cheek.
He could get used to this. Waking up with Amber, having breakfast with her, seeing her dressed up before she went to work...
Oh, yes. He wanted a whole lot more than this arrangement offered.
Perhaps the fact that she was happy about breakfast was a sign that she might be interested in something more, too.
After all, it wasn’t like Amber was completely against dating. She’d just wanted to take a break after all her shitty experiences with men.
Which she’d told him about.
Perhaps that was also a sign that she wanted to be closer to him.
Or it was a sign that they were
