Chapter 28

Saturday evening, I walked into Amantha's apartment with mud smeared on my face. I'd tried to wash it off my hands but there were still streaks there, too. Luckily, the track's jumpsuit mainly protected my clothes.

She gave me her key before I left for work that morning.

Amantha sat on the couch reading a book. She looked up when I came in and laughed.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

I shut the door behind me and threw my keys on the coffee table.

“Got a truck stuck in the mud earlier.” I held up my muddy hands and smiled. “I got it out, though!”

“Congratulations, I guess. You need a shower.”

Oh really? A grin spread across my face.

“I didn't mean with me,” she warned.

“You didn't?”

I rushed across the room and picked her up. Her book fell to the couch and her legs wrapped around me. She laughed as I rubbed my muddy face all over her chest.

“I didn't mean it. But I won't protest. Saving water and all.”

I kissed her throat. “Exactly. That's what we're doing.”

With Amantha wrapped around me, I walked us into the bathroom and shut the door. I sat her on the counter.

“Where's Neo?” I asked.

“Sleepover,”

My eyes widened. “So we get to be as loud as we want tonight? And I don't have to leave your bed afterward?”

She smiled. “Certainly looks that way.”

“Yes, thank God.”

I swooped in on her and gave her one kiss for every button I undid on her clothing, kissing her throat, her shoulders, her breasts. When I was out of buttons, I offered a kiss for every piece of clothing I removed, from socks to panties.

When she was naked, Amantha said, “Your turn.” She placed a kiss somewhere on my body for every piece of clothing she removed.

When I was naked too, I held up one finger. “Hold on one second.”

I pushed aside the navy and silver curtain and started the shower. A matching bath mat cushioned my feet while I adjusted the faucet. I went back to her while we waited for the water to warm.

She smiled at me.

“Hi,” I said, brushing my nose against hers.

“Hi,” she said back.

An intense pull made me want to touch her. My mouth captured hers, our lips tugging and sucking on each other and a delicate battle happening between our tongues.

I pressed my body to hers, my hard cock resting against her pubic bone.

A few minutes passed while we kissed, thoroughly enjoying each other.

Amantha pulled away and cleared her throat. Her hazel gaze focused on me. “The water's probably warm. Limited hot water supply. We should shower before the hot water runs out and it gets cold again.”

Oh, right. Good idea.

“Right. Up we go.” I gripped my hands around her ass and held her against me as I walked over to the shower.

I put a hand under the water to test the temperature. All good.

I grasped her firmly against me as we stepped inside.

Once I set her on her feet, we pulled the curtain shut and took care of showering. Laughter filled the room as we washed each other's hair and bodies. Amantha helped make sure I got all the mud off.

When I turned the water off, we were both squeaky clean.

I smiled in amusement when the realization hit me. “You had me all worked up. And today was laundry day. Guess what we don't have.”

Amantha smiled. “Whoops. Who needs towels, anyway?”

“It's okay,” I teased. “I enjoy having you all wet against me, anyway.”

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?”

I grinned. “Maybe.”

I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips again. Her lips found mine, and she kissed me as I carried her out of the bathroom, across to the bedroom.

I settled us onto the bed, me on top and wedged between her hips.

Her head rested on a pillow, and her damp hair surrounded her face. She looked amazing.

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I want you to be as loud as you want to be. Don't hold back. No one's here but us. Moan for me.”

She smiled and bit her lip. “Okay.”

I ran my nose up her neck and pressed a kiss to her pulse point. “You know I can't resist that.”

“I don't want you to resist.”

I kissed down her body, kissing around but not on all the places she wanted my mouth. Around her nipples, on her inner thighs. But not directly on her nipples or her clit. I kissed her all over, until Amantha gripped the sheets and trembled in anticipation.

“Please, Zion. Please,” she begged.

When my tongue finally massaged her clit, Amantha moaned loudly.

Good girl.

I slipped two fingers inside her and pumped them deeply.

Almost immediately, she came around my fingers. She cried out, almost in tears from the denial.

I slid up and kissed her.

When our lips parted, I murmured, “That was one. Let's go for five.”

She shook her head and protested, “But I’ve tried, I can't orgasm more than once.”

“Let's try, huh? Let me worry about making you come; you just enjoy.”

Hesitantly, Amantha said, “Okay.”

“Be loud, be confident, ask for what you want.”

“Yes, sir.”

I smiled.

I was going to play her body like a chessboard. One down, four to go.

My head dipped down, and I captured a nipple between my lips. I plucked the other nipple with my fingertips.

Amantha moaned with pleasure.

I worked her nipples over, switching between them and offering each equal treatment.

She tried to slip her fingers into my hair but I put her wrist above her head and stopped every time she tried to touch me. Eventually, she left her hands above her head.

My mouth sucked, and licked, and tugged on each nipple. I brought her to the pain/pleasure point as she gasped and panted.

I trailed my fingers down her pussy. She was soaked.

I easily slid two fingers inside, thrusting them when they were in her. I kept sucking her nipples, alternating between them.

It didn't take long before she cried out my name and came again,

I pulled my fingers out and came back up to kiss her.

I pulled away to ask, “Can I do what I want to you?” I pressed a kiss to her throat.

She panted, “Within reason. Yes to light spanking, no to caning.”

There was an easy reminder that she was a romance reader. I didn't have anything like that, anyway.

“Okay. What about anal play? Has anyone else ever been in the ass?”

She kissed me. “No one has been there. But I trust you.”

Yes.

“Thank you, sugar tits.”

She laughed. “Treat me right, salty balls.”

I went back between her legs. For orgasm number three, I'd finger her and tongue her pussy. For orgasm number four, I'd put her on her knees and see how she liked it when I rimmed her ass and fingered her pussy at the same time. For orgasm number five, I definitely had to fuck her. Maybe her pussy this time so she wouldn't be sore — but I was taking that ass virginity at some point.