Swept Away (10 page)

Michael leans in and pulls her against him. His rock hard chest collides with her breasts and his lips, then his teeth, are at her jaw. "I love you," he bites fiercely with words and his mouth both. "I love you so fucking much."

Amber hugs him to her and for the longest time that's enough, they rock against each other just a little with their hips leading the way and kisses bitten and sucked into vulnerable skin until they're panting raggedly and there's fire in their veins.

Until that too becomes too much and she's tearing at his clothes to get him naked. Michael helps her, muttering sweet nothings into her flesh as he throws his clothes off item by item.

His gorgeous golden skin glows, his muscles standing out in stark relief. Amber can't help but touch him. She runs her hands across everything she can reach, his body rock hard yet so sensitive under her fingertips. She bravely touches his abdomen and he sucks in his breath, bringing his belly concave and sending her hand abruptly lower with the motion until she's pressing against his boxers and that hard line of flesh beneath that. Michael hisses like he's hurt and she skitters away suddenly shy. He nuzzles behind her ear a half plead kissed into her neck, "don't stop."

They've done so much already but that seems like a lifetime ago. Worse, this is their second chance and she's so terrified of fucking it up. Amber's hand drops back down to his cock rubbing at hard flesh through a thin layer of cotton. Michael's hips buck up into and he lets loose a long moan. So she does it again, a quick up and down motion that follows his erection from base to tip and she feels him grow harder under her touch.

He kisses her hard and fierce, eating out her mouth with his lips and teeth. Spit slick mouths slide together aimlessly, the only goal to get as close as possible. Her mouth feels tender, swollen, she'd have it no other way. Amber jerks him off through his boxers and he allows her time to get accustomed to the sensation of his hot flesh in her hand. She feels like he's burning straight through his boxers.

Wet grows steadily as he pumps out pre-ejaculate with every turn at his tip. "Fuck, yes," he groans heatedly.

Amber echoes the sentiment heartily and plunges her hand down the front of his boxers, suddenly impatient to have him in her grasp with nothing between them but sweat and pre-come.

He feels thick and solid and real in her hand. She loves how he fills it up and she's pumping him in her fist as his hips rock and thrust up into her grip. His pubes scratch at her wrist and the itch of it feels good. So many days she imagined him with her, touching her, caressing her, but she hadn't the imagination to fill in all those details. Having them now is better than anything.

“Oh fuck, baby, you gotta stop,” Michael gasps out. His hand clenches around her wrist pulling her to a stop even as his hips still thrust beseechingly when her fingers squeeze experimentally around his length.

“I want you to make love to me,” Amber tells him.

Michael sweeps her off her feet and carries her to his room.

* * * *

Amber doesn't get a chance to look around when he spreads her out on his bed. Not that she's complaining with Michael's weight deliciously pressing her down into the soft mattress and his mouth firmly attached to her neck, sucking red-purple bursts of hickies into her throat. He leans up to admire his handiwork and she admires the thick bunch of his biceps as he hovers over her. Had she really ever thought this physique in front of her was not her type? It feels like so long ago. She could
never
not love anything about Michael Westlake.

Michael settles himself back on top of her, careful not to crush her as he bears down. Her thighs automatically spread open and her legs rise to clutch around his waist and pull him more forcefully into her. She loves how heavy he feels, she loves the way his dick presses against her pussy unerringly, how he's helping to spread wet between their crotches with just the subtle shift of his hips.

Michael knows she loves it. He's grinning now, that cocky smirking smile he deserves because all they've done is grind a little bit and she's ready to fall apart.

"What do you want me to do," he asks huskily. She's forgotten for a moment what a talker he is, how he loves to discuss every move endlessly prior to during and after they actually do it.

"Want you to kiss me," Amber replies immediately, a blush staining her cheeks hot pink. She reaches between them, arching her back and forcing her crotch up firmly against his. Her hand stutters at her panty-covered pussy and taps it obviously. A grin has spread across Michael's face. "You want me to kiss your beautiful pussy, is that it, Amber?"

She shudders and his erection nudges against her as obvious as her tap. "Yes," Amber sighs rolling her pelvis in circles and trying to get some sort of friction where it's wanted most.

“Yeah, okay, lets.”

He moves to glide down her body but she stops him, her mind suddenly changed with that openly hungry expression that furrows his brows in concentration.

Amber locks her hands behind his hand and drags him down to her mouth.

Michael is stiff for a fraction of a second and Amber uses that time to kiss him breathless, sucking the very air from his body and words from his tongue, her tongue all tangled and twisted around his own. It’s the last time she’s fully in control.

Then the shock recedes and he arches up to capture her face in his hands and show her how it’s done. Amber’s panties are wet and her body is tingling by the time he breaks with a gentle lick at her kiss-swollen lower lip.

“Or maybe we could do that,” her voice is wrecked and her head feels dizzy but she doesn’t regret a moment of air deprivation.

Michael chuckles against her spit slick mouth and shifts her lower against his lap to press against his rapidly filling cock. She lets out a small moan and rocks her hips against him letting his hardness rub against her damp panties and encouraging his cock to grow.

“Or maybe more of that,” she says.

“Yeah? Then how about this?” Michael grabs her ass and hauls her close and now they’re really humping each other with intent. Her head rocks back and he closes the gap to bite down the long column of her neck and suck wet kisses over the bits of her exposed breasts her cleavage highlights where she’s falling out of her bra.

Her lower body is nude except for the thin line of her barely there thong-panties and his hands pet at her long long legs, gliding smoothly over them. Bubblegum pink is turned translucent with all her slick. He tears at her bra, unhooking her from the back, jerking it open so hard Amber feels an audible tug and hears a snap but she doesn’t have time to care because he’s tossing the material on the floor and bending his head to her nipples to suck them in.

“Yes!” she groans so loudly it’s practically a yell, “suck them,” she demands because it’s like her nipples are hotwired to her pussy and she can’t get enough.

Michael obliges, tonguing over her chest from one soft mound to the next, lips pulling in the hard nubs of her nipples and sucking on them languidly while she rides against his dick, every pull on her nipples hotwired to her wet pussy.

“Shit,” she mutters to herself. She’s shivering on the edge of orgasm and her clit has swollen enough that her pussy lips have spread and it keeps catching on the soft silk of her panties. Every jolt ramps up her lust until she’s sure, without looking, that his pants must be a sodden mess. The smell of their sex is heavy on the air, mixed pleasantly with the scent of his cologne and the flowery perfume she wears. They haven’t done much but she’s already going to come, right here.

Amber bows her head to his collarbone and whines her excitement into his throat. Her hips thrust frantically and she dry humps herself to completion against the hard ridge in his pants, his erection creating the perfect bulge for her to rock herself against.

Her climax comes over her like a slow burn, gradually building from the base of her spine and washing up through her pussy, her belly, her chest and throat, until she feels every nerve lit up and electric with sheer pleasure flowing through her veins.

She’s floating, ecstasy so sweet she hovers limp and light, weightless in Michael’ arms. He hugs her to his chest and slows the roll of their hips as she twitches in his lap.

She giggles into his collar and blushes again hard when the haze of desire has cleared enough for embarrassment to set in. She’s not usually this forceful, but from the feel of things Michael doesn’t mind.

Michael smiles broadly and pulls her up for another kiss. His cotton blend drags against her silk panties and she shivers, the wet fabric teasing her sensitive flesh.

“My turn?” he asks and he’s playing with her breasts, cupping them softly in his big palms and petting her erect nipples with his circling thumb.

“What did you have in mind?” She’s lazy with afterglow but he’s still steel-hard beneath her ass and she’s willing to be generous.

Michael pinches at her nipples and watches them flush red as he contemplates what he wants her to give.

“How about you get down there and show me what you can do with your mouth?” It’s a question even if it’s cockily said and she knows he’s teasing her as much as he’s being honest.

He lets her slip from his lap and draws her close by her long dirty blonde hair, winding it around his left wrist and cupping the back of her head.

Amber comes face to crotch with the mess she’s made of his lap and she blushes again. Hot. It’s so fucking hot. Her juices have completely soaked through his pants, touching it to open his fly her fingers slip through and she’s forced to stickily pry him out while her own fluids coat her hands.

Michael helps her pull himself out, tucking back the edges of his fly and lifting out softly furred balls.

Amber doesn’t usually like blowjobs, they’re messy and its work to remember to cover teeth and her jaw always ends up sore, but her mouth is watering and she can’t wait to suck him. They only had two weeks before she had to go home, two weeks to explore each other’s bodies and make each other feel as much pleasure as humanly possible. It wasn’t enough. It’s still not enough with him so close and the tail-end of her orgasm still pleasantly throbbing.

She’s wet and slick, her thighs covered in her own juice, and she really likes how dirtily hot it makes her feel. If she really analyzes it, it’s probably because she’s never let down her guard to feel like this with anyone else. She’s never been comfortable enough to be so thoroughly herself with anyone else and she can’t see it happening. Michael is her everything and she likes that she can be this desperate, lust-driven woman and he doesn’t bat an eye.

Or rather, he likes it a lot.

He’s wet too, pre-come dribbling from his slit. His cock is stupidly long and as thick as her wrist, the velvet flesh is soft to her touch but there’s steel beneath. She presses a kiss underneath the ridge where he was circumcised against the small scar still he’d had to explain the first time she’d gotten so close to his sex. Then she pulls back and watches his dick twitch towards her, seeking her heat as if it’s alive.

“Yeah, get your mouth on me. Suck it, baby,” he whispers. She loves how hoarse his voice gets with arousal, its raw and guttural and sends a thrill to that primitive base place in her that wants to tear off the rest of their clothes, throw the both of them to the floor and have him fuck her bare and raw until he shoots his spunk deep within her hungry cunt.

Gasping she sees the picture in her head and for a moment forgets where she is, she’s that ready for it.

Michael brings her back by gently easing her head down towards his tip and she lets him, licking her lips in preparation for the mouthful of cock she’s going to get.

“You ready for me?” He’s breathing sharply even as he tries to calm himself by stroking her head, massaging his fingers deliciously into her scalp and letting her hair waterfall through his splayed hands.

Amber nods and opens her mouth and he guides himself in with a gentle nudge and a hand curled around the base of his cock.

“Mmm,” she moans when the salty deep taste of pre-come touches her taste-buds. It’s bright and crisp and his dick feels good in her mouth, the weight of it hot on her tongue. The smell of him is thick in her nostrils and she breathes in deep, reveling in it. She starts sucking slow like she’s drinking from him, teases his head with the edge of her tongue and presses him to the soft roof of her mouth. He’s a bundle of nerves; every lick makes his hips dance up into her mouth. She knows he’s restraining himself, holding himself back, because the sounds that are coming out of him are strained grunts and his taste has gotten stronger, thicker, he’s pouring wet down her throat, cock stiff as a fucking board.