But after that my feet were really hurting so he’d gotten me another drink and himself one too and then things started to get fuzzy.
Not that I minded not really knowing the finer details. They weren’t important. What was important was that I was exactly where I wanted to be, and I wasn’t so sloppy that I didn’t know what I was doing. Sure, there was some part of my mind that told me I might regret what I was about to do in the morning, but that was a problem for future Amber. At the moment, I was only really concerned with horny Amber getting her way.
Finally, he got the door open and carried me in. Thankfully his room was just a single, so he strode right over to the bed and threw me down onto it. I bounced twice, laughing giddily, and soon he was kneeling over me.
“God, you’re so hot,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to my middle. He trailed up my body, leaving wonderful, burning little presses of desire up my torso until he buried his face in my cleavage.
He was there for an awfully long time, his hands gliding up my body with just enough pressure to be perfect. Then his fingers reached my breasts, squeezing them together to cover his face further.
“Hey, you sure you can breathe down there?” I asked, feeling warmer and warmer by the second. But in the best way possible. I wanted to be roasted like a marshmallow, all burned up and toasty and delicious.
Mmm, marshmallow. What I wouldn’t give for a s’more!
But then Mickey’s thick fingers found my nipples through my dress and bra, caressing them through the fabric, then rolling in circles. I arched upwards into him, wanting more. Demanding more.
“Impatient?” he teased, and I could feel his lips move against my skin. He was driving me crazy and it didn’t even seem like he was trying that hard, just that playing me like a fiddle came naturally to him.
“Mickey,” I writhed under him, pushing myself up into his hands. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He sounded far too pleased with himself, but I was past the point of caring. I wanted to be lost in all the illicit pleasures he was giving me. I wanted more intensity, more pressure, until the thunder cloud that was building in my abdomen finally released in a glorious eruption.
His hands found the clasp at the top of my dress and peeled it downwards, surprisingly delicate considering all the strength that I knew were in those powerful limbs of his. I wiggled back and forth, helping him out, and soon I was in just my underwear, absurdly pleased with myself for having worn a matching set for once.
“Dear Lord…” he whispered again, making me feel all sorts of hot, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I sat up enough to crash my lips to his again, tugging urgently at his clothes. I wanted them gone, but there were so many buttons! Why were there so many buttons?
My fingers worked through them urgently while his own hands went to his pants, unbuckling the belt and whipping it towards the wall. He had to stand up for him to push them down his thighs and kick them off, but as soon as he was kneeling down again, I was tearing his shirt off.
I was pretty sure I heard a seam pop, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything I had wanted in ages. Everything about him was delicious, as if he had been made just for me.
Or maybe I was a bit more drunk than I thought. I normally was never so sappy. So caught up in my emotions.
He settled over me and I yanked my bra up over my head. He let out a pleased sound and his mouth closed around my nipple immediately, sending pure pleasure radiating through me. I arched up into him, but that just let one of his hands slide below the curve of my spine, yanking me to him and pressing my center right against his freed length.
He certainly wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Not at all. I could feel him along all of me and even see his swollen, weeping head poking out over my lightly trimmed mound. I couldn’t be sure without a ruler, but I was pretty sure he was bigger than anybody else I’d ever had.
Oh boy.
Oh boy.
His free hand, the one not smashing me to him in the best way possible, slid between my legs. He let me down just enough for his fingers to find the crotch of my panties and yank them to the side.
“God, yes. Touch me,” I gasped, letting my thighs fall open as his thick digits gently, oh so gently, slid along me.