Page 29 of Liberate Us

“Aftercare?”A moan slipped from my lips as his fingers pushed into my head.

“Yeah,taking care of you after we fuck.” He tugged my head back, placing a soft peckon my forehead. “I like this a lot actually.”

A huskylaugh escaped me. “I like this too, Sammy.” And I did. Maybe more so than hedid. I had never been taken care of before. Not by a guy. And definitely not bysomeone like him. While Sammy may have been grumpy and moody as hell, I likedthat I got a side of him he didn’t share with most. If anyone at all. It mademe feel special, almost like he was saving those little bits for me and mealone.

We spentthe next little while washing each other in silence. He let me run my handsover him, washing away the remnants of what we had spent the night beforedoing. While the evidence of our desire for each other slid down the drain, nomatter how many times we washed the sex off our skin, I knew that it wouldforever be embedded on our souls.

Sammy

After our shower, wegot dressed and headedto a restaurant that was attached to the motel so I could feed Amber. Herstomach rumbled as we sat in the booth, making both of us laugh. Her cheeks hadturned pink, and the waitress only smiled.

I neverthought I could be this comfortable with a woman before. She wasn’t all over meon a constant basis. Not that I would complain. But I found for the first timein my adult life, that I wanted to spend time with a woman. Get to know her.Find out what other kinks she was into. I wanted to know what made her tick andwhat her hobbies were. I wanted to know what made her sad and put a smile onher face. I wanted to know it all. Every single thing that made up Amber.

While sheperused the menu, I couldn’t help but look at her. She had a glow in her skinthat was there because of me. Her red hair was a mess on top of her head withringlets falling down around her face. She told me earlier while she wastowel-drying her hair after our shower, that she always straightened it forwork but that it was naturally curly. I preferred the natural look. It made heralmost look innocent in a way. Besides the outfit she was wearing, which washer work attire from the night before, she appeared younger.

Letting myeyes roam down the length of her, they stopped at the hem of her black skirtthat had ridden up her thighs. Any higher and I would be able to see her.Knowing she was completely bare beneath the fabric, my mouth watered. It was asif her panties were burning a hole in my pocket.

“Everythinglooks wonderful,” she said, interrupting my eye-fucking her. “I want one ofeach.” She laughed at her own joke, chewing her bottom lip. “Hmm...I think I’llget an omelet. And coffee. Definitely coffee.”

As if thewaitress read her mind, she brought over a mug and poured coffee into it forAmber.

“My hero.”Amber took the mug and brought it to her lips, letting out a soft sigh after.As she took a few more sips, her eyes met mine from over the rim. “What?”

“You’rebeautiful,” I told her.

“Oh.” Sheplaced her mug on the table, giving me a small smile. “Thank you.”

I reached ahand out, brushing my fingers over the soft skin at the hem of her skirt.

Her breathcaught. “Sammy.”

“Do you notlike when I touch you?” I asked, knowing she did but still needing to hear hersay it.

“Of course,I do.” She turned toward me, lifting her knee onto the bench of the boothbeneath us. The movement forced my eyes to drop to her center.

“Fuckinghell,” I groaned, her pretty pink pussy on full display for me.

“Seesomething you like, handsome?” Amber purred.

“You haveno idea.” My cock twitched, hardening with each passing second.

Shegiggled, grabbed my hand, and placed it on her inner thigh.

If we wereanywhere else, I would have shoved as many fingers as I could inside her, makingher squirm in pleasure and anticipation over what was to come next. But Iwouldn’t. Not here. There was a time and a place, and this was not one of them,but I would punish her later for teasing me.

“Just soyou know, pet, I don’t like being teased.” I pinched her inner thigh, squeezingthe flesh between my finger and thumb until she squeaked.

“I’msorry.” She squirmed, trying to shove my hand away.

“No,” Isqueezed the skin harder. “You aren’t.”

“Fine.” Sheglared at me. “I’m not.”

“Goodgirl.” I released the skin, running my thumb along the spot that wouldeventually bruise. “Thank you for your honesty.”

“Ass,” shemumbled.

Oh, I wasgoing to have fun with her.

---