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I still couldn’t speak. I was feeling aftershocks from the orgasm, and my whole body was tingling. He pulled me closer and kissed my hair. We lay quietly while I tried to bring my head back to planet Earth.

“You felt amazing. You’re so tight down here.” He gently cupped me between my legs.

I could finally speak. Kind of. “Your cock…so big. The way you fill me…so incredible. Just the perfect siiiize…”

I yawned really loudly, suddenly feeling so sleepy.

Christos laughed. “Someone is tired.”

“Yeah. It’s been a long day. A long year. And then some.”

“I can imagine.”

I tilted my head back to kiss him and he obliged with several soft pecks on my lips. Then we lay like that for a while, enjoying each other’s taste and touch. His kisses made me feel melty like a marshmallow, so that I felt punch drunk and giddy. That mixed with the tiredness made for a heady feeling. My whole body felt warm and cozy. Most of all, I felt like I belonged in his arms- safe and wanted.

Soon, I was drifting off to sleep…

Chapter 11 – Mason

Iwokeupthenext morning and Amber was still fast asleep. I watched her for a while, marveling at her beauty: her porcelain skin, her dark hair framing her face, and her delicate facial features. Not wanting to wake her, I kissed her lightly on the forehead and got out of bed. I sat for a while looking through my file of paperwork for my Classics class and began work on an essay assigned by Professor Owens. I thought about the glee on his face when he drank the cognac on Wednesday night. He clearly treasured expensive things.

After a while, my stomach began to rumble. Rummaging through the fridge and cupboards, I found enough ingredients to make pancakes for breakfast.

I was just putting the pancake mixture in the pan when Amber came through from the bedroom. She was wearing one of my dress shirts, loosely buttoned, long sexy legs exposed from her upper thighs, and looking incredibly sexy.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

She ran her hands through her hair. “Mmm, better than I’ve slept all year. What time is it?”

I checked my watch. “Five after ten.”

“Geez. That’s late for me. I usually wake up around seven.”

“You must have needed the sleep.”

She nodded and sat down at the kitchen island.

“There’s fresh coffee in the coffee pot.”

Her eyebrows raised in interest and she hopped off her seat to investigate the coffee machine.

“Coffee!” She made a beeline for the coffee pot and poured herself a cup.

She went back to her seat with a cup full of hot coffee and smiled happily as I dished up the pancakes, mixed berries and cream. “Wow, this looks delicious. I didn’t know you knew how to cook.”

“I learned how to cook during college. Got tired of take out or going out for every meal.” She widened her eyes and nodded to show her appreciation as she dug into her pancakes. We ate quickly as though we hadn't eaten in days. All that exercise the previous night must have made us both hungry.

We decided to go into town for the day since the weather was warm. We walked around town holding hands, arm in arm, falling into an easy rhythm as we explored the area together.

We bought some books at Sandeman’s Book Store, we had coffee at The Copper Pot, and stopped in at the theater to watch a rerun of Night of the Walking Dead. It was a great afternoon filled with much laughter.

When we came out of the theater I turned to Amber. “I’m starving, are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“I know a great Italian place we can go. Come on, it’s within walking distance.”

We walked for five minutes to Luigi’s, a gem of a restaurant I had found on my first week at college. It was busy already but we were able to get a corner table in the back of the large room. Decorated in white and gold, the restaurant was a little more upmarket than the usual Italian restaurant, but the staff were down to earth and friendly. And the food was out of this world.

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