Page 55 of Chasing Amber

She comes to me, wraps her arms around my waist, and tips her head back. She is perfection. Even the stitches in her chin cannot mar her beauty. I’ve known for two years that my knees would buckle if I ever saw her naked, and they are threatening to now.

“Make love to me, Isaac.”

I slide my hands up her naked back. “I will never let you go after this, Amber.Never.”

“Were you going to let me go if we didn’t have sex today?”

I chuckle. “No, baby.”

“Then what’s the difference?” She smooths her hands from my back to my waist to my stomach and then lower, leaning back so she can reach my cock. “Take these jeans off. I want to see you.”

“So bossy.” I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my loafers.

“Maybe you’ll let me be bossy in the bedroom.”

“Don’t count on it, naughty girl.”

She shrugs. “It was worth a try.”

I point toward the bed. “I want you on your back, arms above your head, knees bent, legs spread open wide.”

“Now, who’s bossy?” she asks, walking slowly backward toward the bed.

“The boss,” I inform her.

She winces when she climbs up and sits on her sore bottom.

I’m not surprised. I spanked her hard. It’s going to be sore for a while. I hope she doesn’t need that deep of a spanking very often. If she does, I won’t be able to spank her every day. She’ll need a few days to recover from the intensity of that level of impact play.

She pushes the covers to the foot of the bed and lowers onto her elbows, holding herself propped up so she can watch me. When she bends her knees and parts her thighs, my breathhitches. My girl is bare. I didn’t get a full-frontal view of her earlier. I didn’t realize this.

“Do you like it?” she asks in a soft, uncertain voice.

“I love it, baby.” My own voice is throaty. I sound like I have a head cold. I lower the zipper on my jeans. My cock is so hard it’s pushing against the denim as if begging to be let out. It’s been hard for two years, and harder for the past few days, but nothing compares to this.

Fuck me. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever set eyes on. Every inch of her. Her breasts are as amazing as I imagined, maybe better. Her pussy is wet and swollen. She’s not being shy about holding her legs open for me.

I push my jeans and boxer briefs down, watching her expression as I do so.

She bites her lower lip and whimpers.

I’m unsure if it’s an act, but she has made it clear that she hasn’t been with a man in a long time. On top of that, none of the men she’s slept with have taken care of her. She’s never had an orgasm from a man’s touch.

That’s about to change.

After kicking off my jeans, I step closer.

She’s panting when she meets my gaze. “Please don’t put pressure on me to orgasm, and please don’t be mad if I don’t.”

I set my hands down on either side of her and lean in close, not touching her. “Baby, I will never pressure you in the bedroom. There is no way you could make me mad. Get that out of your head.”

She gives a jerky, uncertain nod. That’s okay. She’s afraid of disappointing me, but I’ll put that to bed soon.

I gently kiss her lips, pulling back and then touching them again, over and over, until she lifts her head to try and capture my elusive mouth. I love how she whimpers and squirms. She has no idea that the way I’m teasing her is making her hornier.

Instead of giving her what she craves, I shift my attention lower, nibbling a path to her breasts. Fuck, they’re spectacular. I want to suckle them back and forth until she screams, but that’s not my intention right now. My goal is to make her so fucking aroused that she can’t see straight.

I place a gentle kiss on one nipple and pull back to enjoy the way she moans and arches her chest. Her pretty rosebud grows stiff and puckered as I stare at it. I do the same to the other, making Amber fist the sheets above her head. I can practically smell her need.

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