Page 79 of Cups of You

Benjamin brushed the hand not propping him up across her cheek and she turned towards it letting his fingers trace her lips. When he pulled his hips back, she felt every inch of him sliding out and clenched down with the desire to keep him inside. His groan was a symphony of feeling and she echoed it with one of her own when he thrust his hips burying his cock again.

Amber parted her lips and pulled his thumb into her mouth bobbing her head in a parody of how they were joined. Lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her neck and she pushed her head back against the pillow below giving him a clear signal for more.

Teeth came out to play then as his hips sped up their motions. Each thrust of his hips pressed his cock deep inside lighting Amber up from her cunt and shooting jolts of rapture across her nerves. She could feel herself start to clench as another orgasm built up.

“Amber.”

Benjamin’s voice softly uttering her name was another push and a bolt of pleasure so strong had her turning her head and moaning long and loud. She gripped at him then nails digging in to anchor him to her. His thrusts sped up and Amber wrapped her legs around his waist using that leverage to press up into them.

With a hoarse cry, Amber slammed into a wall of pleasure so strong, she almost ripped apart at the seams.

Benjamin’s answering choked groan filtered through as his hips press hard. She loosened the grip of her thighs as his hips twisted twice before stilling.

Amber came down slowly, the sweat between them cooling until she shivered. She brushed her lips over his cheeks enjoying the wiry hairs that scratched softly at her face. Each kiss seemed to melt Benjamin a little more until he finally sank down on top of her with a sigh.

“Let me know if I’m squishing you and I’ll roll over.”

Amber smiled and wrapped her arms tighter around him.

“Never.” She kissed his forehead. “Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.”

The sun was all wrong.

That was Amber’s first thought when she rolled over. Her second thought was interrupted by memories of last night. She smiled as she rolled over fully intending to pick things up again where they left off last night.

Sleeping with Benjamin curled around her was nothing short of magical. They had cleaned up and settled in as if it was something they had been doing all their lives. There was no fight about who got what side or who was the little spoon. Being with him has been as simple as breathing.

“Mm, good morn—” Amber cut off her words when she realized she was alone in the bed. She reached out and touched the spot where Benjamin should have been. The sheets were still warm. With a slight frown she looked around the room wondering where the hell he was.

“Oh of course,” she muttered to herself. He was probably already at the café. Amber sat up and looked around the room. She hadn’t gotten a good look last night when they came in since she was more focused on getting on the bed than looking at what was around it.

Benjamin’s room was simple and a little boring by Amber’s standards, but it was clean. There was a large dresser across from the bed with a small television on it and a chair in the corner that she realized had her clothes. They were folded and arranged neatly, and it brought a smile to her face even with being denied her morning quickie.

Was that a thing they would do now? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she needed to get up and figure out the rest of her Saturday.

Amber dressed quickly wincing slightly when her legs wobbled as she slid her pants on. Benjamin had given her exactly the rough ride she had been looking for though it would take her a while to bounce back without colt-like legs the next day. Still, she couldn’t deny that having a constant reminder of the evening and how it ended was a turn on. She would take her jelly legs with pride and always ask for more.

It wasn’t until she was dressed that she caught a whiff of bacon and coffee. She paused briefly before following that scent back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Benjamin? What are you doing here?”

Benjamin turned and Amber’s eyes were drawn to caramel-hued nipples and dark hair that she wanted to bury her face in. Sweatpants sat low on Benjamin’s hips and a good healthy look at his crotch let her know he wasnotwearinganything underneath.

He held up a spatula and raised an eyebrow. “Um, I live here?”

Amber rolled her eyes as she walked over to the stove. “I know that, but don’t you have to work today?”

He shook his head as he turned back to whatever he was cooking. She peered around him and saw fluffy looking eggs. Her stomach let out a happy gurgle at the sight.

“I took today off, remember?” He glanced over at her. “Did you really think I was going to go into work after last night?”

Amber frowned. “I actually forgot.”

“You know we left the table and flowers everywhere. If I opened the café right now, everyone would know within an hour what went down.” His voice went lower as he talked, and she shivered as it drew up memories of that same tone being moaned against her ear.

“Oh,” she replied stepping back when he turned off the stove and scraped the eggs onto a plate. He handed it to her, and Amber saw it also had bacon and toast. She smiled. “You know, I could really get used to this.”

“What?” He asked. One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Sex and service?”

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