Her hand is still sandwiched between us, so close to her pussy, and I crave to feel her come again as I do. “Touch yourself,” I command softly, and Amelia’s hand inches lower until she’s able to slip her fingers between her thighs. It turns me on even more to watch her do what I’ve asked; Gretchen has always just sort of laid there, never one to put in any effort or try something new. This was definitely different, and it drove me wild with desire for her.
She continues to rock above me, and when I feel her fingertips brush my cock as it slides out of her, that’s it. The surface of my skin prickles and my muscles tense, curling my fingers and toes as my orgasm rips through me.
Panting, she removes her hands from her body and collapses on my chest, her hair splaying across my sweat-slickened skin, and her labored breaths causing goosebumps to rise up all over. My hand trails lazily up and down her back, and I can feel her heart pounding in time with mine as we lay here, still wrapped around each other for a few more minutes before I excuse myself to use the washroom.
I press a kiss to her forehead before she rolls over onto the other side of the bed, and I make my way through her small apartment and into the bathroom where I clean myself up before rejoining her. When she gets out of bed to do the same and grab a glass of water, I watch her walk away, marveling in how beautiful and confident she is. After emerging from the bathroom, I watch her walk around her narrow kitchen from the bed, appreciating the way the moon highlights the womanly curves of her body.
“You’re staring, Owen,” she says, setting her glass on the counter.
I chuckle, my cheeks warming slightly at having been caught ogling her naked body. “Forgive me,” I say, still unwilling to take my eyes off of her. “It’s just…how can I not? You’re stunning.”
Laughing, Amelia puts her glass in the sink and rushes through her studio apartment and hops into bed, her tits bouncing in a way that only a 20-year-old’s can. “Well, when you put it that way…” She nestles into my side, pressing her naked body against mine as she yawns. “Are you ready to sleep yet?”
I’m definitely feeling like I could fall asleep now; my mind seems to have cleared up, and exhaustion is starting to set in. I nod. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Good, because I have school tomorrow, and if I don’t get a few more hours of sleep, I’m going to fall asleep in class.” She hitches her right leg over my thighs to get closer, and I sigh in contentment. “Do you have to work?”
“No,” I reply. “I took a few days off so that I could avoid…” I pause before I bring Gretchen up; something tells me that bringing up your soon-to-be ex-wife while in bed with the beautiful—and very naked—twenty-one-year-old co-ed you’ve started sleeping with has the potential to turn awkward.
Amelia catches on, though; she’s always been pretty astute. “Ah, right.” She looks up at me. “So, what are you going to do?”
I hadn’t really thought about it, to be quite honest, and I tell her as much. “I’m not sure. Maybe drive around the city, go for coffee?”
“Well—and don’t take this the wrong way—but why don’t I leave you a key to the apartment?” Her eyes widen, almost like she’s afraid of what she just said. “That way, you can come back here if you want, instead of risking a run-in with the ice-bitch at your condo.”
She’s so fucking adorable when she’s rambling.
“If you want. Obviously,” she continues before pressing her face into her hand. “Shit.”
“Hey,” I say, coaxing her face from her hand. “I would appreciate that, actually…as long as you don’t mind. I don’t want to impose on your life in any way.”
She smiles, her entire face lighting up. “It’s not an imposition at all. I, um…well, while I don’t know exactly what this”—she gestures between the two of us with her hand—“is, I know I want to explore it a little more.”
Laughing, I press my lips to her forehead. “You don’t think we’ve explored each other enough for a few days?”
“While that isn’t exactly what I meant,” she says, rolling her eyes, “I’m going to say no. There’s so much more that we need to figure out…you know, if this is something you deem worth pursuing.”
“Amelia…” My voice is low and soft. “If I didn’t feel this was worth pursuing, would I have broken the speed limit trying to get to you after you left Portland this afternoon?”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she bites her bottom lip lightly. “I suppose not.”