Chapter Sixteen
AMBER
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It had always been a fantasy of mine – and Kyle was my new favorite fantasy. I’d come back to work this week with a promise to myself that Kyle and I were going to be strictly business, but by yesterday afternoon, I felt like I was going to explode. I’d gone home and taken a long, hot bubble bath. Kyle was right about my memories and whether I touched myself when I remembered him. I had brought myself to orgasm in the bathtub three times and once more in bed. When he propositioned me today, there was no way I had the willpower to say no.
I reached up on the shelf behind me and picked out one of the scented oils that had a deeply male fragrance. I poured some of it into my good hand and started at the base of his spine, just above the swell of his super sexy ass, working the oil into his muscles all the way up to his neck. I could see him keep flexing his hips and knew his cock must have been throbbing.
I finished his back and neck and poured a little more oil in my hand. I started on his butt and I slowly and deeply worked the muscles there. He arched his back and pulled his legs in just slightly. I could tell the sexual frustration was getting to him. I worked my ways down the tops of his thighs to his knees and back up the other side, stopping just short of touching any of his swollen parts. He groaned and tried to wiggle down – his body language was begging me to touch his cock, but I wanted to tease him just a little bit more.
“Roll over, Kyle.” He used his strong arms and quickly flipped himself over on his back. When he saw that I was naked, his throbbing hard cock actually twitched. He reached for one of my nipples and I let him grab it and roll it between his fingers. I love the way he touches me, and I love the reverent look in his eyes when he looks at me. I smiled wickedly at him as I reached for different oil. This one was flavored, and I knew it was there because I’d given it to our massage therapist Linda as a joke. She told me she kept it on the shelf just in case a “tasty” one came in.
I poured some in my hand and then I slowly spread it all over my breasts while he watched. It was hot touching myself in front of him, but mostly it was hard massaging with only one hand, I needed some help. Once my breasts were all lubed up, I bent over and let them rub across his chest.
“Oh, baby…” My hard nipples bore into his skin as I began a sensuous massage using only my breasts and nipples. I worked them down one side of his body, adjusting my body to let his cock slide between them as I pressed them together. My tits were soaked in the silky oils, and he was mumbling sexy things under his breath as his cock slid in between them.
I continued on down and massaged one of his legs with them, moving all the way down to his feet. “Jesus Christ, Amber… You’re going to kill me.” I grinned and moved around so that I was right above his head. When I bent forward to let my breasts rub against his cheeks and lips, he opened his mouth and caught one. He immediately started sucking and licking, even biting down slightly on my engorged nipples. He definitely knew what to do with his tongue. I let him pleasure me like that for a while before I pulled back and returned to the other end of the table by his feet. I used my good arm to wedge his legs apart, and I started massaging the inner muscles there. God, I love touching him…he’s so hot.
His cock was as hard as a rock and when I leaned in even more and pressed my tongue right at the base of it, he nearly jumped off the table. “Jesus Christ!” I grinned and moved on. I let my tongue probe down between his sexy, muscular thighs and up along the crevice between them and his heavy balls. He groaned and gasped as I licked my way up to the tip of his cock. I opened my lips and let it slide into my mouth, and then I sucked the whole thing in down to the back of my throat. He bucked his hips up off the table and twisted his fingers up in my hair as I kept working his cock with my lips and tongue, each suck ending with him resting at the base of my throat.
After a while, I raised my head and told him, “Bring your pillow and lay down on the sheet in the floor.” He didn’t bat an eye before he slid off the table. I was afraid he would fall, so I helped him to the floor and onto his back, and then I moved up to his head and lowered my pussy down onto his face.
He was quick on the uptake and within seconds, his hot tongue was licking and probing. I moved back and forth, helping him pleasure me. He worked that amazing tongue from one end of me to the other as my thighs quivered and my heart beat so fast I thought it might explode. Then he bit down on my clit, and I literally screamed out his name as he held it there between his teeth and began sucking and licking. My orgasm was approaching fast and when it hit me, it was like a ton of bricks. I had to drop forward onto his body because I was shaking so hard that I couldn’t sit up straight. I could hardly breathe. He was going to kill me…literally.
When I could move again, I turned around and straddled him. I lowered my lips to his and we attacked each other. We kissed and pawed at each other hungrily like we were both starving for it and we had to have all of each other all at once. While our lips were locked in a passionate, tongue-tangling kiss, I raised up enough to allow his hard cock to slip inside of me. We moaned into each other as he reached down and grabbed my hips and began thrusting up into me. I thrust my hips down as he thrust up and we finally calmed down a bit and found a comfortable rhythm. He broke our hungry kiss and burrowed his face into my neck where he began to kiss, lick, and suck, working his way down until he reached my breasts. He used his tongue to circle first one and then the other nipple and flick across it as I whimpered and moaned. He pushed into me deeper and harder as he pleasured my breasts.
“Kyle…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Just…oh God, Kyle…so good…” I felt him grin into me as his pace picked up even more. I felt another orgasm building up all the way from my toes. I cried out his name again, and he brought his face back up to look into my eyes and then he whispered my name before I felt his body go tight and his hands dig into my skin. That put me over the edge and we came together, panting and gasping and writhing in the oil that our bodies were both covered in now.
I shook and quivered, and once the high had passed and I lay comfortably in his arms, the regrets began to slip in. Dylan was still in rehab. He’d been there for almost two weeks and he was doing great. He thought that I’m waiting for him. Kyle shifted underneath me and I felt his hands come up and take my face in them. He brought his lips sweetly to mine and that warmth spread through me, obliterating all thoughts of Dylan – for the time being.