Chapter 4: Climax
“Trace the length of those lats,” Amber invited. She stood, arms spread like a gladiator battered and adorned with sweat. Light flooded her apartment; vast windows, balcony doors, and a vaguely-defined exterior view of LA made it so. She was an imposing silhouette, a landscape of sculpted calves, thighs, and arse. You could’ve played a quick game of football with those shoulders.
“Where do I even begin?” Timothy joked, grinning at her like the Cheshire Cat.
Touching Amber was awe-inspiring, she was like a beautifully crafted sculpture. Her muscles and unique anatomy continuously fascinated and turned him on. He raced his fingers from her bulging bicep to her ancient-Roman-esq tricep and then, unavoidably, to her unique sex.
Amber’s fingers bracketed his wrist. “Careful, darling. You wouldn’t want to start something you can’t handle.” Her eyes twinkled wickedly.
“Wouldn't I?” Timothy tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, suppressing the moan her touch elicited. He played a dangerous game, appreciating her muscles and clit as if studying wildlife at night. “Think you could handle me, big girl?”
Amber flashed a blinding smile, gripped the back of his neck, and pulled him into a kiss that held nothing back. A whimper escaped him, and she released him. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’m not sure yet.
What if I can’t keep up?” he confessed, gazing up at her, blushing lovingly, and Timothy recalled why he enjoyed her playful teasing.
“Darling, you wouldn’t want me to go easy on you, would you?” She touched the tip of his nose playfully. “You wouldn’t deserve it.”
Timothy shuddered, electrified by the promise in her voice and touch. His hands began wandering her body again, trace-exploring the dips and valleys between each delineated grouping of her muscles.
Sensuality laid claim to him, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from the woman standing before him, not even as an act of self-preservation. Amber’s head tipped back, her mouth parted, and her breath caught when he caressed her clit.
"Mmm," she rumbled, her chuckle was deep and raw, like gravel underfoot after a heavy rain. "You seem to have found something you like."
Blood rushed to his face, but he didn't bother hiding his blush anymore.
Sensuality laid claim to him, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from the woman standing before him, not even as an act of self-preservation. Amber’s head tipped back, her mouth parted, and her breath caught when he caressed her clit.
"Mmm," she rumbled, her chuckle was deep and raw, like gravel underfoot after a heavy rain. "You seem to have found something you like."
Blood rushed to his face, but he didn't bother hiding his blush anymore.
"I thought you might appreciate it," he answered breathily.
Amber's hand streaked down his body, fingers teasing between the gaps of his ribs, and curling into the hem of his briefs. She angled a cocked eyebrow at him. "I believe you're the one who appreciates it, am I right?"
A streak of boldness lighting him from within, Timothy met her gaze, unfaltering.
His breath stuttered as Amber's strong tug brought their bodies flush. The twinkle in her eyes stoked embers of desire kindling his core. An intoxicating fusion of musk and sweat filled the air, erecting gooseflesh over his arms.
Her free arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer until their hips locked. Timothy's pulse quickened, his heartbeat thumping erratically inside his ribcage as Amber's warm breath brushed against his ear.
Nodes of sensitivity all over his body alighted, craving her touch.
And as she held him close, her hard length pressed, teasing, against his thigh.
Just as he was about to surrender to their simmering lust, Amber pulled back, and the cold air between them was like withdrawal. "Bedroom," she commanded. Timothy followed, light-headed at the anticipation.
Amber’s minimalist bedroom was as functional and stylish as the rest of her home. The platform bed, adorned with dove-grey linen, stood low and sturdy on slender steel legs.
Crisp, white duvets and plump cushions contrasted against the bare, charcoal walls. A floor lamp with a wide, crinkled-nylon shade spread a warm pool of light onto the dark floorboards. Open wardrobe doors exposing Amber's collection of stylish ensembles were reminders of the modern, chic woman undressing in front of him.
Timothy swallowed, gazing at Amber and the divine mystery of seduction.
She stood near the bed, watching him. Slowly, she began peeling off her clothes, savoring every inch of her own body. The contours of her flexed muscles were intoxicating under the soft light.
Timothy's breath hitched, a mixture of awe and excitement rendering him speechless. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her strong shoulders, the bulging biceps, her uber-gigantic clit that was already fully erect and pulsating with an insistent rhythm.
She stood near the bed, watching him. Slowly, she began peeling off her clothes, savoring every inch of her own body. The contours of her flexed muscles were intoxicating under the soft light.
Timothy's breath hitched, a mixture of awe and excitement rendering him speechless. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her strong shoulders, the bulging biceps, her uber-gigantic clit that was already fully erect and pulsating with an insistent rhythm.
Her hips swayed, a soft, almost unnoticeable movement, as she neared him like a graceful predator about to claim its prey.
Amber's confident approach and mesmerizing presence left Timothy entranced as she locked eyes with him. He found himself wanting to submit, to give in to the irresistible power of her dominance. Unable to resist any longer, he closed his eyes, waiting for her touch.
Her index finger ever-so-lightly caressed the side of his face, the contact making him shiver.
He opened his eyes to find Amber smiling warmly, her eyes gleaming with desire. She traced his jawline, her touch tender and inviting.
"Relax," she whispered, her voice soothing as her fingers found their way into his silky hair. "You know how this goes."
Timothy nodded, his gaze locked onto her eyes. "I know," he assured her, his heart pounding in his chest.
In one swift motion, Amber's free hand gently pushed Timothy down onto the bed. He allowed himself to sink into the plush, cool sheets.
He surrendered to Amber's dominance as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him with smooth grace.
Her muscles rippled under skin sensitized by their interactions, igniting every nerve ending. The bold, feminine energy pouring off of her drew him into a whirlwind of pleasure.
Amber leaned forward, her weight resting against Timothy as their chests met. She trailed soft kisses along his neck, making her way to his ear.