Chapter 4: Climax
Amber opens the door to the Master bedroom and begins showing Chris around.
"This is where we sleep," she says, gesturing to the king-sized bed in the center of the room. "Nothing too exciting, I'm afraid."
Chris nods, taking in the room. It's neat and tidy, with a simple comforter and pillows on the bed. A dresser stands against one wall, topped with a few framed photographs. He notices one of Amber and her children, their smiles wide and genuine.
"Your kids are adorable," he comments, picking up the frame to get a better look.
Amber smiles, her eyes softening. "Thank you."
Amber scrambles to come up with a subtle way to let Chris know where she wants this to go: She wants passion. But she's afraid to directly say it.
So instead, she walks over to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal the dimly lit backyard. "We have a nice view of the garden from here," she says, her voice barely audible.
Chris sets the frame down and joins her at the window, standing close enough that their arms brush against each other. He can feel the heat radiating from her body, and he's suddenly aware of the charged silence between them.
"It's beautiful," he says, looking out at the garden. But he's not talking about the view. He's talking about her.
Amber turns to face him, her eyes searching his.
"Chris, I..." she starts, her voice faltering. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. "I want you to kiss me."
Chris's heart pounds in his chest, her words sending a jolt of electricity through him. He hesitates for a moment, giving her the chance to change her mind. But when she doesn't, he leans in, his hand cupping her cheek gently.
Their lips meet, softly at first, then with increasing urgency. Amber's hands find their way to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
Chris deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring hers, tasting the remnants of the wine they had shared earlier. He can feel her body pressing against his, her breasts pushing against his chest, her hips aligning with his.
Chris's hands move to her waist, his thumbs tracing the curve of her hip bones. He can feel the heat radiating from her, can sense the desire that matches his own. He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged, and looks into her eyes. They are dark with desire, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen from their kiss.
"Amber," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need.
"Are you sure about this?"
She nods, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes. I want this, Chris. I want you."
With a groan, he captures her mouth again, his hands sliding down to cup her bottom, lifting her against him. She wraps her legs around his waist, her sundress riding up to reveal her thighs. He can feel the heat of her core pressing against him, and it sends a surge of desire coursing through him.
He carries her to the bed, where she crawls up on her hands and knees.
Chris watches her, his heart pounding in his chest. She looks over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors his own.
"Come here," she says, her voice low and sultry. He doesn't need to be told twice. He climbs onto the bed behind her, his hands running up her calves, her thighs, her hips. She shivers under his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
He reaches the hem of her sundress and pauses, looking up at her. She nods, giving him permission.
He grips the fabric and pulls it up, revealing the smooth expanse of her back, the curve of her ass. Chris grabs her lacy underwear and pulls to remove them.
Chris takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Amber is even more beautiful than he imagined, her body toned and firm, her skin golden from years spent in the sun. The sight of her dress lifted over her bare ass, the dirty soles of her feet staring at him: it's almost too much for Chris to handle.
He runs his hands over her smooth skin, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the small of her back, then another, and another, until he reaches the curve of her ass. He hears her intake of breath, feels her body tense, then relax as he continues his exploration.
His hands move to her hips, holding her steady as he kisses his way down one thigh, then the other. He can feel her legs quivering, hear her breath coming in short gasps.
He knows she's ready, but he wants to draw this out, to savor every moment. He wants her to remember this night, to remember him.
Chris's hands slide up her inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against her wetness. Amber lets out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly. He smiles, knowing he's affecting her as much as she's affecting him.
He leans in closer, his breath hot on her skin. He can smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating. He presses a soft kiss to her center, making her jerk in response.
He trails his tongue up her crack.
Amber gasps, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into the sensation. Chris takes his time, exploring every inch of her, his tongue swirling around her entrance, teasing her anus. Her moans fill the room, spurring him on.
"Chris, please," she begs, her voice ragged with desire. "I need you inside me."
He looks up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Not yet," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want to taste you first."
He dives back in, his tongue plunging into her, fucking her with it.
Amber's hips buck against him, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. She can't believe how good this feels, how much she needs this.
Chris's hands grip her ass, spreading her cheeks, giving him better access. He laps at her, his tongue flat and firm, then curls it up to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars.
"Oh God, Chris," she moans, her body writhing. "Right there, yes."
He chuckles, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her. "You like that, huh?"
She can only nod, her breath coming in short gasps.
He continues his assault, his tongue relentless, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She can feel her orgasm building, a tight coil in her belly, ready to snap.
"Chris, I'm going to come," she warns, her voice barely a whisper.
He doesn't stop. Instead, he doubles his efforts, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder. She can feel his fingers digging into her flesh, holding her in place as she bucks against him.
And then, it happens. Her orgasm crashes over her, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her veins.
She cries out, her body convulsing, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Chris holds her steady, his tongue continuing its relentless rhythm, drawing out her release until she's boneless and panting. She's dripping on the bed.
Chris can see her juices glistening on her thighs, on the sheets beneath her. He sits back on his heels, admiring the sight of her, flushed and spent, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
Amber turns her head to look at him, her eyes heavy-lidded. "That was...incredible," she breathes out, a small smile playing on her lips.
Chris grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her shoulder. "I'm glad you liked it," he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied.
He traces patterns on her back, his fingers light and gentle, prolonging the tingles that still course through her body.
Amber rolls onto her side, facing him. She props her head up on her hand, her elbow digging into the mattress. "I didn't know it could be like that," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chris raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like what?"
She blushes, looking down at the sheet she's twisting in her fingers. "So...intense. So freeing."
He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
His thumb brushes against her cheek, and she leans into his touch. "It can be, with the right person," he says softly.
Amber looks up at him, her eyes searching his. "And you think...you think we're the right people?"
Chris smiles, his gaze never wavering. "I know we are."
She bites her lip, considering his words. Then, she surprises him by straddling him, her hands resting on his chest. "Prove it," she challenges, her voice low and sultry.
Chris's breath hitches, his body responding instantly to her proximity.
He can feel her heat, her wetness, through the thin fabric of his pants. He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Are you sure about this, Amber? We don't have to rush."
"You just ate my ass, I think we're past rushing" Amber retorts, grinning wickedly.
Chris laughs, a deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver down Amber's spine. "Touché," he says, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her sundress up further.
Amber helps him, pulling the dress over her head and tossing it aside. She's left in nothing but her bra, her nipples already hard and visible through the thin lace.
Chris's eyes feast on her, his gaze hungry. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growls, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.
Amber arches into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Take off your bra," he commands, his voice low and rough. She complies, unhooking the clasp and letting the lace fall away, revealing her breasts to him.
Chris's eyes darken, his gaze locked onto her nipples. "God, I've been dreaming of these," he mutters, leaning up to capture one in his mouth.
Amber gasps, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her.
Chris sucks hard, his tongue swirling around her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His hands roam her body, squeezing her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, her hips, her ass.
"Christ, you're so fucking sexy," he groans, switching to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Amber can feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need.
"Please, Chris," she pants, grinding against him.
Chris looks up at her, his eyes wild with desire.
"What do you want, Amber?" he asks, his voice ragged.
"I want you inside me," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now."
He groans, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're sure?" "Positive."
He reaches between them, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down, along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and ready. Amber licks her lips, her eyes widening at the sight of him.
"Fuck, Chris," she breathes out, reaching down to wrap her hand around his shaft. "You're huge."
Chris chuckles, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing the flesh. "You can take it, baby. I'll make sure you're ready."
She nods, her hand stroking him slowly, her thumb rubbing the bead of pre-cum from his tip. "I trust you," she whispers, her voice filled with desire.
Chris leans up, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands guide her hips, positioning her over him.
She can feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, hot and insistent. She lowers herself slowly, her body stretching to accommodate him. He's right; she can take it, but it's a tight fit.
"Fuck, Amber," he groans, his fingers digging into her hips. "You're so goddamn tight."
She whimpers, taking him deeper, inch by inch. "You're so big, Chris. I can feel you everywhere."
He smirks, his hands moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples. "That's the idea, baby.
Take all of me," Chris encourages, his voice hoarse with desire. Amber moans, impaling herself fully on his cock, her ass resting against his thighs. She can feel him pulsing inside her, filling her completely.
"Jesus Christ, you feel amazing," Chris grits out, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Amber starts to move, lifting herself up and down, her pussy clenching around him. She can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slides in and out of her.
"Fuck, yes," Chris hisses, his hips thrusting up to meet her.
"Ride me, Amber. Take what you need."
Amber's nails dig into his chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She grinds against him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She can feel her orgasm building again, faster this time, more intense.
"Touch yourself, baby," Chris demands, his voice ragged. "Make yourself come on my cock."
Amber hesitates for a moment, then reaches between them, her fingers finding her clit. She rubs circles around it, her movements becoming more frantic as her pleasure builds.
Chris watches her, his eyes dark with desire, his hips thrusting up to meet her.
"Fuck, that's it, baby. Make yourself come all over my cock," he growls, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Amber can feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. She rubs herself faster, her fingers slick with her juices.
"Oh God, Chris, I'm gonna come," she moans, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her shoulders.
"Come for me, Amber.
Let me feel that tight little pussy convulse around my cock," Chris commands, his voice low and dominant. His words send a shockwave through her, pushing her over the edge.
"Fuck!" she screams, her body shaking as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy clamps down on Chris's cock, pulsing and milking him as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her.
Chris groans, his fingers digging into her hips as he struggles to hold back his own release.
"Fuck, Amber, you feel so goddamn good," he grits out, his breath ragged.
Amber collapses onto his chest, her body still trembling, her heart pounding. She can feel his cock pulsing inside her, can feel the sweat slicking their skin together.
"Not done with you yet, baby," Chris murmurs, his hands sliding up her back, tangling in her hair. He pulls her head back, exposing her neck, and licks a trail up to her ear. "Turn around," he commands, his voice low and dominant.
Amber hesitates for a moment, then does as he says, turning to face away from him. Chris helps her to her knees, positioning her so that her ass is in the air, her face pressed into the pillow.
He runs his hands over her ass, squeezing the flesh, spreading her cheeks. "Fuck, you have such a perfect ass," he mutters, his voice filled with appreciation.
Amber moans, arching her back, pushing her ass towards him. Chris chuckles, his hands moving to her hips, holding her in place.
"Not yet, baby.
I want to watch you ride me," Chris says, his voice low and commanding. He guides her back onto his lap, her legs straddling him once again. She can feel his cock, still hard and throbbing, nestled between them.
Amber reaches between them, wrapping her hand around his shaft. She lifts herself up slightly, positioning him at her entrance. She locks eyes with him, her lips curved into a sultry smile. "Ready?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chris's hands grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Fuck yeah, I'm ready.
Now sit on my cock, Amber. Take it slow, let me feel every inch of you," Chris growls, his voice thick with desire.
Amber bites her lower lip, her eyes never leaving his as she begins to lower herself onto his cock. She's soaking wet, her pussy lips parting to accept him, her tight channel stretching to accommodate his size.
"Jesus, you're so fucking tight," Chris hisses, his fingers tightening on her hips. "Take your time, baby. Just like that."
Amber moans, taking him deeper, her pussy clenching around him.
Chris's breath hitches, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Fuck, that feels incredible," he groans, his hands guiding her hips, helping her set a rhythm.
She starts to move, lifting herself up and down, her tits bouncing with each movement. Chris reaches up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Amber gasps, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her shoulders.
"Play with your tits, baby," Chris commands, his voice ragged.
"Pinch those nipples for me."
Amber's hands move to her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She can feel her pussy clenching around Chris's cock, her juices coating him, making their movements slick and smooth. Make yourself feel good," Chris growls, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing the flesh, spreading her cheeks.
"Show me how you like it."
Amber moans, her fingers moving faster, her hips grinding against him. She can feel her orgasm building again, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock while you play with those tits," Chris commands, his voice low and dominant. His hands grip her hips, helping her set a faster pace, slamming her down onto him, filling her completely.
The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with their moans and the wet sounds of her pussy devouring his cock.
"Fuck, Amber, you feel so goddamn good," Chris grunts, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving bruises that she'll wear with pride.
"Harder, Chris. Fuck me harder," Amber demands, her voice ragged, her body desperate for release.
Chris obliges, flipping her onto her back and driving into her with renewed vigor.
His hips piston, his cock slamming into her, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her see stars. Amber's legs wrap around him, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on.
"Fuck, yes! Just like that," she cries out, her fingers clawing at his back, leaving red welts in their wake. Chris growls, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, marking her as his.
"Your pussy is fucking amazing, Amber," he grunts, his breath hot on her skin.
Amber's whimpers fill the room, her body writhing beneath him. It feels so good."
Chris's hands move to her thighs, pushing them back, opening her wider to him. He leans back, watching as his cock disappears inside her, then slides out, coated in her juices.
"Look at that, baby. Look at how well you're taking my cock," he commands, his voice thick with desire.
Amber's eyes flutter open, her gaze following his. She watches as he fucks her, her pussy stretched wide around him, taking every inch of him.
The sight of it sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through her, and she can feel her orgasm approaching, fast and intense.
"Fuck, Chris, I'm gonna come," she pants, her fingers digging into his arms, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin.
"Come for me, Amber," he growls, his hips slamming into her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "Milk my cock with that tight little pussy."
His words push her over the edge, and she screams, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her.
Her pussy clamps down on his cock, pulsing and milking him as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her. Chris groans, his fingers digging into her thighs as he struggles to hold back his own release. "I want to feel you come on my tongue next."
Before she can respond, he pulls out of her and moves down her body, pushing her legs apart. He wastes no time, burying his face between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her swollen clit.
"Fuck, Chris, yes," she moans, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Chris grips her thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access. He feasts on her, his tongue swirling around her clit, dipping inside her, tasting her, drinking her in. He can feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Not yet, baby," he murmurs, his voice muffled against her pussy.
"I want to taste you again." Amber moans, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. "But I want to taste you too," she protests, her voice ragged with desire. Chris looks up at her, his eyes dark and hungry. "Later," he promises, his tongue flicking out to tease her clit. "Right now, I want to make you come again." Amber's head falls back, her eyes closing as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her.
Chris can feel her body relaxing, her legs falling open wider, inviting him in. He takes advantage, his tongue delving deeper, fucking her with it, his nose rubbing against her clit.
"Oh God, Chris," she moans, her hips grinding against his face. "That feels so fucking good."
He growls in response, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her tighter against him. He can feel her juices coating his chin, his neck, and he loves it. He wants to drown in her, to consume her entirely.
He wants her to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she belongs to him now. That she will always belong to him.
"Chris, please," she begs, her voice ragged, her body writhing beneath him. "I need you inside me. Now."
He looks up at her, his eyes wild with desire. "Say it again," he demands, his voice low and rough. "Tell me what you need."
"I need your cock inside me," she moans, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her. "I need you to fuck me, Chris.
Hard," Amber demands, her voice barely recognizable, filled with primal hunger. Chris growls, a feral sound that sends a shiver down her spine. He grabs her hips, flipping her onto her stomach, and pulls her up onto her knees, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillow.
"Is this what you want, Amber?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks. "You want me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes," she moans, her fingers clutching the sheets, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Fuck me like this, Chris. Show me what you've got."
Chris chuckles, a dark and dangerous sound that sends a thrill down Amber's spine. "With pleasure," he growls, lining himself up with her entrance.
She can feel the head of his cock pressing against her, hot and insistent. She pushes back against him, trying to take him inside, but he grabs her hips, holding her in place.
"Not so fast, baby," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I'm in charge here.
You take what I give you," Chris says, his voice firm. He teases her entrance, rubbing his cockhead up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. Amber whimpers, her body aching for him, but she stays still, submitting to his control.
"Good girl," Chris praises, his voice softening. He rewards her by pushing inside, just an inch, enough to make her gasp. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his fingers digging into her hips.
Amber pushes back, trying to take more of him, but he holds her in place.
Amber can't take anymore. She's shaking with pleasure, begging chris to let her suck his cock.
He agrees, flipping her onto her back and straddling her chest. His cock is rock hard, glistening with her juices, and she can't wait to taste him.
"Open wide, baby," he commands, his voice thick with desire. She does as she's told, opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. He feeds her his cock, inch by inch, until it hits the back of her throat. She gags slightly, but he doesn't stop. Instead, he grabs her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, and starts to fuck her mouth.
"Take it, Amber.
Swallow my cock like a good girl," Chris grunts, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She can feel his thickness, his hardness, filling her completely, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. She relaxes her jaw, her tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft, allowing him to go deeper.
"Fuck, yes. Just like that," he groans, his fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her head, setting the pace. She can feel her saliva coating his cock, dripping down her chin, and she loves it. "Make me cum in your mouth" Chris demands, his voice ragged, his hips pistoning, fucking her mouth with abandon. Amber moans around his cock, her fingers digging into his thighs, her body writhing beneath him. She can feel her own arousal growing, her pussy throbbing with need.
"Touch yourself, baby," Chris commands, his voice low and dominant. "Make yourself come while you suck my cock."
Amber hesitates for a moment, then reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. With the other hand, she funds Chris's ass.
She can feel his muscles flexing with each thrust, his body tense with pleasure. She scratches her nails down his back, leaving red welts in their wake, spurring him on.
"Fuck, Amber, you're going to make me come," Chris grunts, his hips stuttering, his cock swelling inside her mouth.
She hums in response, her fingers moving faster, her own pleasure building. She can feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Swallow it, baby," Chris commands, his voice ragged, his fingers tightening in her hair.
Amber moans around his cock, her eyes watering as she feels his hot seed shooting down her throat. She swallows every drop, her fingers still working her clit, bringing herself closer to her own release.
Chris pulls out of her mouth, panting, his body trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. He collapses on the bed next to amber.
They're both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Chris turns to look at her, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. "You okay?" he asks softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Amber smiles, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "More than okay," she whispers, leaning in to kiss him gently. "That was...intense."
Chris chuckles, his hand cupping her cheek. "Yeah, it was." He pauses, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "We should probably talk about this, though." Amber said as the reality of the situation sunk in.
She sat up, pulling the sheet around her, suddenly self-conscious. Chris watched her, his expression unreadable. "What's there to talk about?" he asked, his voice casual. "Chris, I'm married" Amber replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I just cheated on my husband with you." Chris nodded, his expression serious. "I know. And I'm sorry if this complicates things for you. But I don't regret it. Not for a second." Amber looked at him, her eyes searching his. "Neither do I," she admitted, her voice soft. "But we can't just ignore this, can we?" Chris shook his head. "No, we can't.
But we can figure something out," Chris said, his voice steady. "I won't let you throw away what we have because of some piece of paper."
Amber bit her lip, looking down at her hands. "It's not that simple, Chris. My husband...he's not exactly understanding."
Chris reached out, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him. "Then we'll deal with him together. But first..." He paused, his eyes darkening. "First, I want to fuck you again."
Amber's breath hitched, her eyes widening. "Again? Already?" Amber asked, surprise evident in her voice. Chris smirked, his hand moving to her thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "Unless you don't want to?" Chris teased, his fingers inching closer to her center, making her squirm.
"No, I want to," Amber admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we shouldn't make too much noise. The kids might hear."
Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Then I guess we'll have to be quiet, won't we?"
Amber shivered, her body responding to his touch, his words. She could feel her desire building again, her pussy throbbing with need.
Chris moved down her body, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach. "Hold on, I'll be right back" Amber said , getting off the bed and walking to her closet. She returned with a bottle of lube and a small duffle bag.
Chris raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Planning ahead, were we?"
Amber blushed, setting the items down on the bedside table. "Well, I figured if we were going to do this, we might as well do it right."
Chris chuckled, pulling her back onto the bed. "I couldn't agree more, let's see what you have in there" he said, reaching for the duffle bag.
Amber opened the bag, revealing an assortment of toys - vibrators, restraints, and even a small butt plug. Chris's eyebrows shot up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well, look what we have here."
Amber blushed, biting her lip. "I told you, I wanted to be prepared."
She grabbed the restraints and handed them to Chris.
"Why don't you put these to use?" she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Chris took the restraints, a slow smile spreading across his face. "As you wish," he said, his voice low and commanding. He helped her lie back on the bed, her wrists crossed above her head. He secured the restraints around her wrists, pulling them taut, ensuring she was helpless.
Amber tested the restraints, tugging at them experimentally. She felt a thrill run through her, a sense of vulnerability mixed with excitement.
Chris stood at the foot of the bed, admiring his handiwork. He ran his hands up her calves, over her knees, and along her inner thighs, making her squirm.
"You look so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Helpless, at my mercy."
Amber bit her lip, her breath hitching as his fingers brushed against her pussy. "And what are you going to do with me?" she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chris smirked, his fingers teasing her entrance, spreading her wetness."I'm going to start at those sexy little feet of yours" he said, his voice low and seductive. He began to massage her feet, his strong fingers kneading the muscles, making her moan softly. He worked his way up her calves, his touch firm yet gentle, causing her to squirm with pleasure.
"Chris, that feels so good," Amber whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. He picked her feet up and put his dick between the soles.
He started to slowly slide his cock between her feet, using her feet to jerk himself off. Amber watched in awe as Chris used her feet to pleasure himself. She could feel his cock throbbing between her soles, and it turned her on even more.
"Fuck, Amber, your feet feel so good," Chris groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding between her feet with ease.
Amber moaned, her pussy throbbing with need. She could feel her juices coating her thighs, and she knew she was ready for him. "Chris, please," she begged, her voice ragged.
Chris chuckled, slowing his pace, torturing her with his deliberate slowness. I want to enjoy this."
He moved up her body, his lips trailing kisses along her legs, her thighs, her stomach. He paused at her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until it was hard and aching. Then he moved to the other, giving it the same attention.
Amber arched her back, her body writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
Chris grabbed the butt plug.
"Let's try this," he said, showing it to Amber. She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. He lubed it up, then pressed it against her asshole. She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing and allowing him to slip it inside her. He pushed it in slowly, letting her get used to the feeling of being filled in a new way.
"There you go," he said, patting her ass once the plug was fully seated. "How does that feel?"
Amber wiggled her hips, testing the sensation. "It's...different," she admitted. "Untie me and hand me that prostate massager" she commanded. "So bossy all of a sudden," he teased, but did as he was told. He untied her wrists, massaging them gently before handing her the toy. Amber took it, a determined look in her eyes. "Lie down," she ordered, and Chris complied, lying on his back in the middle of the bed. Amber straddled him, her hands moving to his chest, pinning him down. "Now, let's see how you like it," she said, a wicked gleam in her eye.
She lubed up the prostate massager, then pressed it against his asshole. Chris tensed, his eyes widening in surprise. "Relax," Amber commanded, her voice soft yet firm. "It's going to feel good, I promise."
Chris took a deep breath, forcing his body to relax. Amber took advantage, pushing the toy inside him, inch by inch. He could feel the pressure, the strange sensation of being filled, and it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. But as Amber turned on the vibrations, he felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him, making his cock twitch. Amber took his cock in his mouth and turned the prostate massager on.
Chris let out a loud moan, his hips bucking off the bed. She took him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her hand pumping him in rhythm with the vibrations in his ass. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Fuck, Amber, I'm gonna come," he warned, his fingers tangling in her hair, trying to pull her off.
But Amber didn't stop. She sucked harder, her hand moving faster, her eyes locked onto his. "Come for me, Chris," she demanded, her voice muffled around his cock. And that's all it took.
Chris let out a roar, his body convulsing as he came, his hot seed shooting down Amber's throat. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
When he finally stopped shuddering, she pulled off him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Well, that was fun," she said, a playful lilt to her voice.
Chris chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. "Fun? That was...that was something else."
Amber leaned down, kissing him softly. "I aim to please," she whispered against his lips. "Get your feet extra sweaty" Chris said, a mischievous glint in his eye. Amber laughed, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "What are you planning, Chris?" she asked, curious. "You'll see," he replied, a mysterious smile on his face. "Just trust me." Amber nodded, standing up and walking towards the bathroom. "I'll be right back," she said, disappearing into the en suite. Chris watched her go, a thoughtful expression on his face. He knew they needed to talk about what happened between them, about where they went from here.
But for now, he just wanted to enjoy this moment, this connection they shared. He wanted to explore every inch of her body, to learn what made her tick, what made her moan, what made her scream.
Amber returned from the bathroom, her feet damp and slightly sweaty. Chris grinned, patting the bed beside him. "Come here," he said, his voice low and inviting. She climbed onto the bed, her eyes questioning. "What are you up to, Chris?"
He didn't answer, instead grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards him.
She yelped in surprise, tumbling onto the bed, landing on her back. Chris loomed over her, a wicked grin on his face. "Spread your legs, Amber," he commanded, his voice low and dominant.
She hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. Chris grabbed her feet, positioning them on either side of his hips, opening her up to him.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chris looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense. "I'm going to fuck you with my cock while I rub your clit with your sweaty feet," he said, his voice low and rough. Amber's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "My feet?" she repeated, surprise and excitement warring in her voice. Chris nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Yes, your feet. Trust me, it's going to feel amazing." Amber bit her lip, her body already tingling with anticipation. She nodded, giving him the green light.
Chris lined himself up with her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. He could feel her body trembling with anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Ready, baby?" he asked, his voice soft, giving her one last chance to change her mind.
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes locked onto his. "Please, Chris."
He pushed inside her, just an inch, enough to make her gasp. Her pussy was tight, squeezing him like a vice, and he had to fight the urge to bury himself inside her completely.
But he held back, taking his time, as he knew that the wait would make it better for both of them.
Chris pulled back, slowly, listening to Amber's moans, her pleading him not to stop. Then, with a swift thrust, he pushed back in, this time a bit deeper. And again, he pulled back, teasing her with just the tip of his cock, before plunging back into her hot and wet depths.
Amber's eyes rolled back as he started to build a rhythm, her nails digging into his back.
The sensation of her feet rubbing against him sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body, and he found himself gripping her feet tighter, wanting to feel every movement against him.
The room filled with the sounds of moans and grunts, their bodies coming together with a rhythm that was new, exciting, and electric. Each time her feet brushed against him, he felt his orgasm building, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
Amber's body began to tighten, and Chris knew she was close to coming.
He redoubled his efforts, his hips slamming into hers, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and he knew she was close.
"Chris, Chris, I'm gonna come," she gasped, her fingers gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin.
Her words sent him over the edge, and he felt himself teetering on the brink of release. He pounded into her once, twice, and then he was lost, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave.
He groaned, his body convulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Amber cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body shaking with the force of it. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged.
After a few moments, Chris rolled off her, pulling her close. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.
Amber nodded, snuggling into his chest. "Better than okay," she murmured. "That was...incredible."
Chris chuckled, his hand stroking her hair.