Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion (20 page)

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“I don’t want to go to bed just yet. Still not tired.”

Brooke glanced over at him and shook her head and smiled.

Closing his eyes, he remembered their last bed romping session. It was before he had left to drop off horses. In the middle of the night while he was sleeping, Amber had reached over to stroke his thigh, her fingers moving under the blankets until she had found the opening to his boxers. She had stroked him and petted him until he was hard and woke up, feeling like he was dreaming. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming about having sex with her, or if he was really awake, throbbing hard.

His arousal was aching as he groped for her, trying to kiss every inch of her until his lips could find hers. His hands were pushing her top up and
then his thumbs were pushing her panties past her knees as his tongue swirled over knees and thighs. His lips touched her hips and he kissed his way up her side, to her ribcage, to the underside of her breasts. She gave a small gasp and sucked in her breath, feeling ticklish.

Embarrassed, she pulled the blankets over them, creating a sex furnace. He pulled the panties off her legs and he settled his hips in between her thighs, his fingers gently spreading her open. He stroked her a few times; his fingers moist and glistening, and she stuck her hand between them, massaging him, her fingertips grazing over his belly.

His muscles had clenched in response, and he pushed himself inside of her, feeling her slick heat envelope him. He didn’t want to move it felt so exquisite, but as he withdrew and pushed into her again, it was as if the pleasure kept doubling over.

When she lifted her legs and raised her hips up to meet his thrusts, he could feel his control ebbing. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer when her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms pulled on his shoulders. She wasn’t a vocalist in bed, so when he heard her moan, her lips parting as her breathing quickened, his stamina felt renewed, and he thrusted harder and deeper.

He felt her body tighten against him and he closed his eyes. He buried himself inside her and let himself go, his body going slack.

Ian
recalled the spent feeling. It was moments like that he wanted to beg her to stay with him, but he wasn’t sure if it was lust talking or true companionship. Remembering being nestled comfortably inside her body, Ian’s eyes fluttered open with a silent and inward groan. He turned his head to the right. It was only ten thirty. He turned his head to the left. Amber was dead to the world and he was again, hard as a rock.

That’s what you get for thinking that way.
He stared at the ceiling of the room.

Sleep eventually overcame him when he stopped looking at the clock. It seemed that every hour on the hour he woke up, the infomercial on the television increasing his irritation, and the clock reminding him that he couldn’t sleep.

Ian finally succumbed at around four in the morning, finally giving in and his brain taking a breather. He didn’t awake again until around ten when he felt a warm body snuggling up against his groin and wet hair invade his pillow space. He pushed the damp strands away and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body tight against him, her round bottom wiggling and rubbing his partial hard-on.

Ian
ignored her, his eyes closed and his brain half turned off as he continued to doze half in and half out of sleep. The more he felt her body curl inside of his cocoon, the harder he got. He silently prayed his arousal would go away. He didn’t know if he could turn two down without having to go into the bathroom to relieve himself.

She squirmed, and his hand reached up under her t-shirt, his palm cupping her left breast. He played with its weight, its softness filling his hand. His thumb brushed over her nipple, and it slowly shriveled and hardened. He brushed over it again; intrigued by its new shape, entertained by the fact that he had that affect on her.

She scooted closer into him, pushing him between the crease in her legs, holding him captive. Ian bit his lip, trying not to thrust into her. Her body was so hot and moist; he could feel her through her panties.

“Are you awake?” He whispered into her ear, kissing her neck.
Amber nodded. “You took a shower,” he ran his hand over her shoulder and down her side.

“Yeah. I got up an hour ago,” she murmured sleepily.

“How did you sleep?” He kissed between her shoulder blades, and then back up toward her chin.

“Awoke once or twice, that was it,”
she parted her lips, slightly breathless. Ian moved his hand over her hip and to the soft fluff between her legs. He moved lower, his fingers parting her crease and running its length to test how ready she was.

“Did you want to have sex or just fool around?” He whispered into her ear. His finger once again pushed into the hot folds.

“I want you to put it in from behind,” she whispered. Ian didn’t flinch, but inwardly he was shocked. They had never done it that way. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he would like it on their sides or not.

“Are you sure?” He pulled his hand away and returned to caressing her breasts. He felt her nod, then reach behind her with her right hand and grab him, guiding him toward her. He didn’t resist. He wrapped his right hand around her and held her parted, and used his left hand to guide himself in.

The feeling was new for him. It wasn’t deep and hot like he was used to, but the feeling was sensual and tight. He pushed up and into her as far as he could go, and he had the urge to go harder and faster. He felt no matter how hard and fast he went, he could not fill her completely, and he felt like he could not sheath his entire length.

He stopped thinking about her until her breaths were short and static. His left hand pulled on her hips and he sought to control his pace.

“Amber, have you come yet,” he breathed heavily into her ear. His hand moved from her hip to between her legs as he rubbed her clitoris. She began to moan, the sound coming from her throat a slight crescendo, her gasps coming in near pants. He locked his hips against her bottom and groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.