But not Amber.
Never Amber.
Don’t get me wrong, if she wanted gentle, if she wanted me to treat her like the most precious, fragile thing I would. But it was clear she wasn’t interested in any of that. Amber was built to challenge me, to take what I could give her and demand more. I didn’t have to hold back, to be careful. I could thrust and press and take and take and she would just cry out her pleasure at my rough handling. The idea was absolutely intoxicating, and I felt myself getting more than a little drunk on it.
“I,” she gasped, her voice barely audible above the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the squelch of me inside of her. “I think I’m going to come again.”
“You think you can?” I answered, sounding just as feral as she did. She nodded and my fingers bit harder into her hips at the idea. There would probably be little bruises in her soft flesh there tomorrow, and I hoped when she looked at them, she would think of everything I’d made her feel. “You want to come on my cock?”
Her breath hitched at that, hard, and I took that as an affirmative. One of my hands left her hip, sliding towards where we were joined.
My eyes left her bouncing breasts as the calloused pad of my thumb searched for her clit. It was a bit swollen from her earlier orgasm, and I touched it carefully at first before sliding the digit across it.
“Holy…”
She didn’t finish the rest of the phrase because the way she clamped down on me broke the last bit of restraint I had in me. One hand held her in place while my hips pistoned in and out of her hard and fast. I bottomed out in her every time, never stopping the frantic circling of my thumbs.
“Mickey, Mickey, Mickey!” My name became a chant on her perfect, reddened lips until finally her entire body stiffened. I pumped her through it, watching as she threw her head back and let out a cry so ragged that I was sure half the shoot heard it.
Color rushed through her body. Starting at what I could see of her neck, racing down her breasts and down to where we were connected. And the way she clamped down on me, walls spasming from her pleasure, well it was all I needed to lose myself too.
I spilled inside of her, pulsing over and over again harder than I could remember ever losing it before. It felt like it lasted for full minutes, even though it was probably just a few seconds. I filled her, sated that primitive, masculine part of me that wanted to claim her as my own.
“That…” Amber groaned as we both came down. “Was amazing.”
I glowed at the praise, letting my hands slide over her body once more, just enjoying the perfectness that was her. She adjusted herself to lean against my front, and my arms encircled her. It was surprisingly comfy, being cuddled up against her while we were still joined so intimately, and I felt my eyelids flutter as we both relaxed. “Anything for wifey,” I muttered, kissing the top of her head before drifting off.
Mickey
The first thing I was aware of was that I had a crick in the small of my back. The second was that my butt definitely hurt. And the third thing was that I felt absolutely amazing.
Just like before, memories of what I had been doing before I drifted off slowly trickled through my head like lazy little film shorts. My mind replayed several parts, from the undulating of those perfect breasts of hers, to the sight of my dick sliding in and out of her slick center, to the way her lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as she came undone around me.
I felt myself harden at the replay and slowly sat up, turning to where I had assumed she’d rolled to. But also, just like before, Amber was nowhere to be seen.
I was alone.
Dammit.
My temper flared, fueled by my hurt, before logic set in. We were on a film shoot. She probably got called away to actually do work.
My stomach twanged guiltily at that. While I didn’t regret getting Amber to bed once more, -well, we didn’t really use a bed- I did feel a bit bad that we had done it on the job. I knew how important her career was to her.
I could always make it up to her later, of course. If she let me. But considering the amazing time we’d had; I was fairly certain she would let me have an encore performance.
In fact, I was banking on i-
A glint on the counter caught my eye. All those good feelings rushing from me, I stood and crossed over to it. Sure enough, it was Amber’s ring.