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
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
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