Page 97 of One Night

She's the one. Amber is the one. I felt it that first night we met and I've felt it ever since. I don't know why I feel this way about her. Why I feel so strongly that we belong together. I can't explain it. I just know that whenever I'm with her, it feels right.

Like now. The sex is freaking hot, but it's more than that. It's more than just physical. I feel like we're connecting on a deeper level. An emotional level. And the combination of what I feel, both physically and emotionally, is so powerful it's overwhelming. And addictive. We haven't even finished and I already want more. I crave her body. Her touch. The feel of her legs wrapped around me as I move in and out of her.

She cries out my name as she comes, her hands digging into my shoulders, her legs clenched tightly around me. The feel of her release causes my own release, and it's so strong I grip the sheet, my body jerking from the force of it until it finally comes to rest.

Lying over her, I kiss the smooth skin along her shoulder, inhaling the soft sweet scent of whatever perfume she wears. It's heaven and I just want to stay here, right here in this spot, for as long as possible.

"Dylan." Amber rubs her hand over my back, softly, lovingly, and I wonder if she feels as much for me as I feel for her. I don't want to say I love her, even inside my own head, but I feel like I do. I've never been in love so I don't know if that's what this is, but I feel like it might be.

"Can you move?" she asks.

"Yeah, sorry." I move onto my side. "Was I crushing you?"

"A little." She smiles. "I was starting to have trouble breathing."

"Sorry." I kiss her. "I'll move off sooner next time." I said 'next time' to see how she'd react. Was this just a one-time thing or are we going to continue this?

She doesn't respond, her eyes closed, like she's falling asleep. I get up and go to the bathroom and when I come back she's under the covers. I slide in beside her and she snuggles against my chest, her hand wrapping around me, her head on my shoulder, and we fall asleep.

We wake up a few hours later. I'm hard again and I can't hide it. I'm on my side, my arms wrapped around her, her body tucked into mine. Her smooth, naked ass is lined up with my crotch, positioned in just the right spot for me to slip inside her. But she's asleep, and even if she were awake, I don't know if she'd want to do it again. So I adjust my head on the pillow and try to go back to sleep.

As I close my eyes I feel her move, just slightly. Then I feel her ass press against me. Her hand reaches back and grips my thigh as she continues to circle her ass, making my cock twitch, as if begging if it can go where it wants to go. I'd like to help it get there but I don't want to assume anything so I keep it where it is and slide my hand up to her breast and caress it while kissing her shoulder. She pulls away as she reaches for the nightstand, then I feel her hand under the covers as she slips me the condom. I quickly roll it on, then resume where we were, my hand on her breast as I kiss the back of her neck. She softly moans, then slides up just enough to position herself over my tip. I slide it in, then grasp her hip and guide her the rest of the way, until I'm deep inside her. I keep her there a moment, then begin a slow rhythm of thrusts, wanting to prolong this because it feels so fucking good. I reach around and touch her breasts, tease her nipples, and feel myself getting even harder.

She's moaning, breathing heavy, pressing into me. So much for making this last. It's too much. I'm ready to burst. I lower my hand between her legs and when I feel she's almost there, I thrust faster and harder. Her body tenses up, and as I feel her come, I do as well.

Our bodies fold into each other as we catch our breath. I slip out of her and hold her closely against me. I'm completely relaxed, left in a content, happy state that makes me want to drift off to sleep.

But then I hear her talking. "Dylan."

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I can do this."

My heart takes off in a panic and I sit up, looking down at her face. "Do what?"

"This...this rule where we can't be together like this."

I let out a huge sigh of relief. "Shit, I thought you meant—"

"No." She turns to me and smiles. "Not that. I meant this. What we just did. I don't think I can go without it. When I'm with you, I can't help but want to be with you. Like this. I know it's not a good idea but..." She reaches up and moves the hair off my forehead. "You're hard to resist."

"Then don't." I lean down and kiss her. "Don't even try to resist. Let's just be together." I smooth her hair. "Amber, I know you're worried this is just about sex but it's not, at least to me it's not. I care about you. I want to be with you, and not just like this. I like spending time with you. Getting to know you. And I want to keep getting to know you, which means not just doing this but other things. Things that will help me learn more about you, and help you learn more about me. I want a relationship with you, Amber. And not one based on sex, but a real relationship. I've wanted that with you since the night we met."

She looks up at me. "I want that too."

"Then it's settled. No more rules. We can do what we want. Act on our urges." I kiss her. "And right now, my urge is to kiss every inch of you until you scream my name like you just did."

She smiles. "It won't happen again for a while. Maybe not until tomorrow. I can't have more than one or two in a day."

"Says who?"

"Me. I know my body."

I grin. "I'm taking that as a challenge."

She laughs. "It's not gonna happen. Two maybe, but not three."

"We'll see about that." I pat her hip. "Let's go."

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