My Everything - Seth & Amber (26 page)

“Did you want to know something, Seth?” she
asked, knowing full well that he might be planning on sitting there
quietly, brooding in sexual frustration all night. She, however,
had other plans.

His eyes flickered with either passion or
irritation before he turned away. It was hard to tell with Seth.
Could be either. Probably a little of both. Since it was a toss-up,
really, she decided to proceed on the assumption that it was
passion. A tortured passion, but still.

His head dropped down, he looked at his hands
as they flexed. The innocent gesture sent a thrum of delight
zinging down her spine. Hmmm, who knew someone flexing their hands
could be so hot? Her body responded with acute awareness.

“Seth?” his name sounded like a question on
her lips as need threaded her voice.

When he looked back at her, his stare was not
one of torture, indecision or confusion. Rather, it was one of
power and command.

“I want you.”

Those three little words caused both her
heart and her lady parts to instantly flood with excitement.

“Okay,” she managed to say hoarsely.

His electrifying eyes were dark with passion,
in stark contrast to his tone, which was steady and even as he
said, “I need you.”

Even better.

“Okay.”

“This won’t change anything,” Seth firmly
stated.

She knew he meant it. He believed what he was
saying.

“Okay.”

She would pretty much agree to anything if it
meant that he would touch her, kiss her, take her to places that
only he could. Her breathing was deep and shallow. Her sex pulsed
with need. She tingled in anticipation.

Seth remained perfectly still, seemingly
unaffected by the same overwhelming lust that was crashing over her
in waves, one right after the other. She knew that she couldn’t
rush him. She had learned that lesson during the one magical night
they had spent together. She had also learned that whatever he had
in store for them would be well worth the wait.

After either several seconds or several
minutes (she couldn’t really say in her lust-fogged state), he
stood slowly. Deliberately. His hand reached down to her, but did
not touch her. He pulled the light throw blanket that she had been
using to cover herself off of her in one quick and efficient
movement.

As soon as the cool air hit her bare legs
goose bumps broke out on her skin. Amber shivered, both from the
temperature and from the look in Seth’s hungry eyes as his gaze
raked down her body. His predatory perusal felt erotically
charged.

She lay before him in a pink tank top and
black lace panties. Nothing else. Her heart pounded hard at the
promise of what was to come. She looked down to see if her
hammering heartbeat was noticeable through the thin material that
covered it. Nope.

Seth moved with graceful confidence and sat
beside her feet.

She immediately missed his nearness. He felt
so far away. She ached to kiss him. To touch him.

“Take your panties off,” he smoothly
commanded.

Hello! She sat up straighter, swallowing
hard. Her hands held a slight tremor as she hooked her thumbs in
the lace strings at her hips. Bending her knees she slipped the
soft fabric down her legs. After sliding her feet out one by one,
she dropped the black undergarment to the floor.

Somehow, sitting before him wearing only her
tank top felt more intimate and exposed than if she were completely
nude. It excited her. Saliva filled her mouth as she lifted her
eyes to his, anxiously awaiting his next directive.

He didn’t speak, just stared at her
intensely. She couldn’t look away from him, his powerful magnetism
was intoxicating. She felt a flush rise up her neck and in her
cheeks. His stare alone was causing her to feel a little
lightheaded.

“How often do you have the dreams?”

Are we seriously back on that?!

Fine.

“A couple times a week, give or take.”

Why talk dreams when reality was so
tantalizingly close? Dreams, shmeams, Amber needed to move this
along!

“Do you ever touch yourself when you wake up
from them?” his tone remained calm but she noticed a muscle flick
in his jaw.

Whoa. She was having a hard time forming a
response to his blunt question. The truth seemed like the best way
to go.

“Yes,” she finally breathed out an
answer.

She heard him take in an audible breath
through his nose. They sat, continuing to stare at each other. The
air between them was thick and alive with desire. Normally she
wasn’t a huge fan of long pauses, awkward silences, but right now
she couldn’t form a sentence even if she wanted to. Which she
didn’t.

“Do you think of me while you touch
yourself?” he asked spacing the words out evenly.

“Yes,” she said with a soft, anxious
sigh.

“Show me,” he decisively instructed.

His rough voice and provocative request sent
a shock of acute pleasure straight to the crux of her thighs. A
flash of heat spread through her like a wildfire at the thought of
him watching her while she pleasured herself.

Okay. She could do this. It was Seth. She
trusted him completely. Her hand shook as it moved over her hip.
She felt her belly quiver as she ran her hand across it. Her skin
was soft beneath her touch.

Her palm grazed over the small, manicured
patch of hair above her core, sending a zinging sensation straight
up her arm. Go time. Her heart beat even faster as she spread her
legs to accommodate her hand. She tried to steady her breath as her
hand moved lower, her fingers brushing the moist heat of her
sex.

An appreciative groan escaped Seth’s mouth
and it was all the encouragement she needed to carry out his
seductive command. In fact, now that she was committed, she was
kind of getting into the spirit of it. She smiled a little to
herself. She thought that she could give him quite a show.

Closing her eyes, Amber concentrated on the
wicked arousal she felt as she explored her female flesh under
Seth’s watchful eyes. Gliding her fingertips over her soft, damp
lips, she spread her wetness over the hood of her sex. She reveled
in the increasing pleasure that built in her core from the
deliciously sensual act she was performing.

Slowly rubbing her finger in circles around
her sensitive pleasure button, she teased herself until she felt
her body tightening as it strained towards release. Only then did
she rub the pad of her finger over her swollen nub. She steadily
increased the pressure causing her inner muscles to begin pulsing,
tingles spread through her like a rushing river.

Suddenly she felt the couch dip and she
opened her eyes to see Seth had moved closer to her. He now sat
only an arm’s reach away. His eyes trained on her feminine core.
Still looking completely contained. Controlled.

As she stared at his crystal blue eyes
watching her intently her breathing quickened as her body coiled in
pleasure. She knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. She was so
close. Her hips began moving against her finger as she continued
applying delicious friction to her distended nub.

Seth calmly reached up and placed his hand on
her bent knee, spreading her legs farther apart. Slowly he moved
his hand down her leg as he caressed her inner thigh. When he
reached the apex between her legs he dragged his index finger to
the center of her primed body. He then began intimately massaging
the base of her moist sex.

At his touch her body exploded with white hot
bursts of pleasure. Her eyes shut and she heard herself cry out as
her back arched into his touch and her head fell back against her
pillow. He continued the illicit strokes of his finger on her
delicate flesh as she rode all the way to the crescendo of her
climax.

Her head was still spinning as she felt
herself coming down from the peak of bliss. Slowly she became aware
of her audible breathing, coming in short pants. Before she even
had a chance to lift her head or open her eyes she felt the warm
heat of Seth’s mouth replace his hand. He slid his tongue in brazen
strokes up and down her swollen sex. Her body once again came alive
with passion, growing more and more urgent with each hot pass of
his tongue.

Her body jerked at the overwhelming
sensations that his talented mouth was causing. She moved her hands
and threaded them through his soft thick hair, squeezing tightly to
anchor herself as she felt his tongue languorously lick along her
slick opening.

“Seth,” his name came out part whimper, part
plea.

A growl of male hunger vibrated through him
as he moved up and covered her pleasure bud with his mouth. As he
softly licked her nub, highly sensitized from her recent release,
she felt a thick finger press inside of her. Her body immediately
began contracting at the erotic intrusion.

He moved his finger slowly at first, pushing
in then pulling out of her tight warmth, and all the while he
continued laving his tongue across the very tip of her feminine
nerve endings. Amber felt her inner walls begin to flutter quickly
around his finger just as Seth began sliding his finger in and out
faster. Ecstasy whipped through her with hurricane-like force as
her body convulsed from the sheer power of her release.

Seth kept his mouth on her, drawing out her
climax until he had wrung every last ounce of pleasure possible
from it. Her body fell, limp, into the soft cushions of the couch.
All of the tension and stress that she had been carrying around the
past month, maybe even the past years, had drained out of her. She
felt totally…relaxed. At peace.

Her heavy-lidded eyes opened to find Seth
sitting up beside her, his composure completely intact. She tried
to access his unreadable features. The only hint that anything even
remotely hot and sexual had just occurred was the rapid rise and
fall of his chest.

Oh, and the raging hard-on pushing up against
his sweats. There was that, too.

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Seth sat still, attempting to get his
breathing under control. That was not an easy task with Amber
sprawled beside him on the couch, half-naked, and the sweet taste
of her essence still on his lips.

He needed to stand up. Go in his room. Shut
the door. This shouldn’t go any further.

He had needed to touch her. To taste her. To
see the look of ecstasy on her face that he put there. And he had
done that. But that is where this encounter needed to end.

Over the past week had intentionally not kept
protection in his apartment for this very reason. Now he was glad
he had taken the extra precaution. Because if he had a condom he
would be inside of her. Right now.

Knowing that it wouldn’t get any easier the
longer he stayed beside her, he quickly stood saying a low,
“Goodnight.”

Amber immediately sat up and her felt her
slender fingers wrap around his hand. Her tender touch stopped him
up short.

“Where are you going?”

“To bed,” he growled.

Her eyebrows shot up, “Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” her voice sounded not only confused
but also…vulnerable.

He stayed there. Staring at down at her, not
knowing what to say. After a few moments he felt his eyes drifting
down to her lush sex.

At his assessing gaze she pulled her tank top
down over her lap. The motion did have the desired effect of
covering her glistening flesh but it also caused her full breasts
to almost spill out of the thin material.

A jolt shot of desire shot through him.

She was amazing. She was beautiful. She was
sexy as hell.

He hated the feeling that welled up in him at
the thought that she felt like she needed to cover herself in front
of him.

“I don’t have a condom,” he stated hoping she
would understand.

Instead of taking his statement as a
deterrent she just shook her head dismissively before saying, “I’ve
been on the Pill since I was sixteen,” her eyes met his and he saw
they were brimming with tenderness and passion, “and I trust
you.”

Those words, those three small words, meant
more to Seth than Amber could know. His heart cracked open even
further as they washed over him.

His body, however, immediately responded to
the first part of her statement. It was like she was speaking
directly to his dick when she had said she was on the Pill, and it
had responded with an enthusiastic, “Good enough for me!”

His head fell back as he looked up at the
ceiling, attempting to rein in his body's physical and emotional
reaction.

Seth wasn’t ruled by his heart or his
hormones. He had always made decisions based on facts. And the fact
was, if they took this further than it had already gone, it would
get muddy. Complicated. Possibly even out of control. All things
Seth had made a strict policy to avoid.

Now he just needed to make that fact clear to
Amber. He looked down at her and as he did she must have taken his
silence as indecision because she reached beneath the hem of her
tank top and pulled it over her head. She sat before him, her full
and creamy breasts bare, rising and falling with her labored
breathing.

His mind went blank.

“There are some things,” her tongue slipped
out as she licked her plump lips, her eyes shining bright with
arousal, “that we definitely don’t need a condom for.”

And with that suggestive observation she
reached up and pulled his sweats down his legs, freeing his
straining erection. Without giving it a second thought Seth reached
behind him and yanked his shirt off. Standing before Amber, totally
nude, as her eyes greedily scanned his body was a heady
experience.

She scooted off the couch and dropped to her
knees. Reaching out she wrapped her long thin fingers around his
steel-hard shaft, squeezing firmly as she ran her hands up and down
his thick length. His member throbbed beneath her touch and a bead
of clear moisture appeared at the crevice of his engorged tip.
Leaning forward Amber stroked her tongue across it before sealing
her lips around him and enveloping him in her hot, wet mouth.