“Yes, that’s right,” he whispered. “You’re taking it. Taking it hard.” He pounded even deeper inside her, and she cried out.
He wrapped his mouth around her left nipple and sucked before he pulled out and arranged her on all fours—like the first time they’d tried this—and thrust into her again. As he fucked her, he stroked her clit, sending her over the edge once more in a spiral of pleasure.
Through the haze, she heard him grunt, low and long.
After he pulled out, he held her against his chest, anchoring her to the world as her breaths gradually slowed.
* * *
“Is this okay?” Sebastian asked, tightening his arm around Amber.
This was what he’d usually do after sex, but maybe it was against the rules. Too affectionate, perhaps? He didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
“Yes.” She cuddled up to him. “I miss physical contact.”
She didn’t care that it was him; she just wanted a warm body in her bed. And that was fine with Sebastian, it truly was.
“Has that ever happened before?” she asked. “The not-fitting business, I mean.”
“My second girlfriend was a virgin. It took three separate tries before we managed it.”
“I’m far from a virgin, though.”
She sounded worried that he’d been disappointed in her performance, but nothing could be further from the truth. It had felt amazing to slide inside her...but also to taste her and watch as the toy moved in and out of her body.
“I would like to do it again.” He figured it was best to be straightforward about this. “Not today. Another time. If you’re interested.”
When she nodded, warmth spread inside him. He pulled her closer and planted kisses up and down her neck.
Yes, he would enjoy this arrangement. It was exactly what he needed after getting out of a long relationship. He’d just have to make sure there was lots of foreplay, as well as lube. He’d treat her well and ensure she always had a good time. It would be mutually beneficial.
Okay, that didn’t sound sexy at all, but it was true.
They lay in contented silence for a few minutes. Then he sat up and started looking for his clothes.
“They’re in the living room,” Amber said.
He was about to head to the living room, but then he noticed the piece of fabric hanging above her bed. Cross-stitching, he thought it was called.
Rule #1: No Dating, it read.
She really was serious about this no-dating business.
Which was fine.
His gaze dropped to the top of the bedside table, where the dildo was sitting. It was wet from her moisture, and God, that was nearly enough to make him hard again.
Next to the dildo, there was a collection of crochet birds. He picked up the peacock. Though it was small, it was extraordinarily detailed.
“Did you make these?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Did you buy a pattern?”
“Nah, just made it up myself.”
He looked at the peacock, then back at Amber. “You’re very talented.”
She rolled her eyes, and dammit, that pissed him off.
“No, really,” he said. “You are.”
She shrugged. “Nothing like how you can play piano.”
“But I can’t do this.”
She didn’t say anything, but she smiled up at him, and he ran his hand down her back.
Yes, he would enjoy this arrangement very much.
Chapter 4
“Wait a second.” Gloria put down her latte. “You’re telling me he was ginormous, but he was actually good in bed? In my experience, the guys with the biggest dicks are also the ones who have no idea how to use it. They think being big is all they need to do.”
“Yeah, he was good,” Amber said. “And when it didn’t fit the first time—”
“It didn’t fit?”
“Just a little louder.” Amber looked around the coffee shop. “I’m not sure everyone heard you.”
Gloria laughed. “Sorry. I’m imagining—”
“Please don’t imagine.”
“Alright, alright.”
“Anyway, when it didn’t fit, he wasn’t frustrated, just gave me an orgasm before trying again.” Amber tried not to get lost in her memories of Sunday. Had that orgasm been particularly good because she’d had nothing but self-induced orgasms in almost a year?
“So you’re going to keep seeing him?” Gloria asked.
“Yeah.”
“And you’re not falling in love with him?”
“Definitely not. This is the ideal set-up. Just what I need.” Amber paused. “How long should I wait before I text him again?”
Gloria gave her a look, then sipped her latte.
“Seriously, it’s nothing more than sex.” Though Amber couldn’t help recalling how close to him she’d felt when he slid the dildo inside her.
Physically close, that was all.
They’d fucked, nothing more.
Well, they’d snuggled for ten minutes, too, but it didn’t mean anything. He’d left right after that.
“I’ve been sex-deprived for so long,” Amber said. “I need to make up for lost time.”
“I’d wait another couple days.”
* * *
After she got out of the shower the next evening, Amber walked into her bedroom and picked up the crochet parrot and peacock sitting on her night table.
Sebastian had said she was talented, and she’d brushed him off. Besides, what did he know about this stuff? But secretly, she’d been rather pleased.
Cross-stitching and crocheting were things she did to keep her hands busy, often while watching baking shows. Things she did just for herself that other people almost never saw.
In fact, with her last boyfriend, she’d always dumped her crochet animals into her dresser before he came over, afraid he’d laugh at her.
But it hadn’t occurred to her to do that with Sebastian—maybe because she was so out-of-practice with this sex business—and he’d actually liked them.
She had nothing on Gloria’s or Roxanne’s talents, but it was nice that he’d been kind.
Her gaze traveled down to the knob of the top drawer of her night table, and she couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her lips.
He’d been kind and filthy and enthusiastic, in his own serious way.
Amber couldn’t wait any longer. She sent him a text.
* * *
Friday evening, Amber was doing a little cleaning as she waited for Sebastian.
When her parents called, she answered the phone with a sigh, hoping this would be quick, but that
