by Amber Burns
I lift a brow, my lips tilting up in spite the somber mood hanging over us. “Is that the counsellor talking?”
“It’s a friend talking.”
“A friend? Is that what you think you are?” I’m teasing. Astra takes it differently.
She avoids my eyes. Her chin dips into her bulky scarf and the street light and snow allow me to make out her responding smile, her red-tipped nose…and her trembling mouth. I hear her gasp, feel her soft chin in my hand and finally waken on her lips.
I wriggle my way past her defenses into her secreted warmth. I keep my eyes open to watch hers flutter close, her hands coming up to fist what she can of my leather jacket.
She’s taking me as much as I’m taking her.
Now I hope her panties are soaked through for me.
“You’re most definitely not a friend,” I say once we come up for air.
My mouth touches the tip of her nose. I bask in her heavy breathing, my grin lazy while I wait for her heart race to normalize, if it can do that. Mine sure as heck can’t with her so near and ready to be taken, again and again…
All night preferably.
“I-I’m not a-a friend.” Astra swallows hard, and repeats, stammer-free this time. “I’m not a friend.”
She catches on quick.
My grin widens. “Not at all.”
7
“Heaven,” I groan, massaging Astra’s wet hair, the darker red strands clinging to my fingers, perfuming my hand with her fruit-based shampoo.
She lifts her head from my flaccid dick, her pink tongue skirting across her lips, cleaning herself of my semen. Heaped up on her pillows I get a view of her clean up and all.
Sitting up straighter along the headboard of her queen-sized bed, I watch bemusedly at her pursuit of me.
“Come here, beautiful.” My beckoning draws her up. She squeezes her lips together, hazel eyes darkened by lust at my crooking finger or the slow smirk spreading across my face. I’m not sure.
She does what I say though.
I help slide up into my lap, side-straddling me, her mouth finding mine at the mere suggestion of my hand around the back of her head. It’s a bruiser of a kiss. I’m pillaging her mouth, my tongue catching and releasing hers, soaking up the taste of myself in her mouth.
Tangy, but also sweet from the remaining boxed chocolates we enjoyed earlier.
“I give you five billion stars,” I grunt when her rear rubs my cock. The tingles from my afterglow still processing through my blood, weighing my limbs with the heavy, welcome pressure of orgasmic bliss. “Scratch that. The whole universe of stars and then some, you’re that amazing, babe.”
She smiles against my lips at the correction. I like her soft kiss, but it makes me crave more. Sinking my fingers into her ass and wrapping my free arm around her middle, I press her harder into me.
Our lips lift off on a wet smack. I’m skipping the breath, jumping to kissing the side of her throat, trailing down to her shoulder to drag my teeth over the flesh there.
“Ryker,” her breathy moan driving me crazy.
She tilts her chest towards my seeking mouth, arching for the closer nipple to settle between my lips. I suck happily, releasing with a pop. Her other tit is a bit of stretching on my part and hers.
Under her butt I feel my cock lengthening, engorging with blood.
“Again, please,” Astra frees her nipple from my mouth. Her cheeks are flushed, and I’d worry that her cold resurfaced if we weren’t about to go horizontal for the third time. “Please, Ryker, again.”
Her begging is helping revive me.
She takes charge of her own destiny. Her wetness brushing my dick as she shifts, wrapping her legs around me, her beautiful large breasts swaying in my face in the seconds it takes for her to settle in her new position.
“Baby, yes,” I massage her legs, keeping still over her fleshy hips at her teasing rubbing. Not to be outdone I thrust back against her.
Astra aids me by bending back. Her hips are gyrating, saying much more than she’s able to. I dig into her hip bones and settle her core over my renewed erection. I’m holding on tighter, gritting my tight at the beautiful friction.
She feels so fucking good. Her cunt hugs me, her body welcoming me home as I lift her up, take her to my tip and expose myself to the contrast of the cool air in the room and her hot, hot body before plunging back in.
“Astra, fuck.” My grunting overtakes her moans and whimpers.
“Ahh,” she wails.
Her release is imminent. I feel it, her walls clenching around me, forcing my own sprint over the edge. I cling to her ass, riding out the glorious, bone-numbing, blinding catharsis. I thrust through it, remembering my girl’s still hasn’t cum.
Not too long after Astra loudly moans her own release, and she’s triggering mini-convulsions in me as she milks me of my seed.
Yes, babe, take me deep inside of you. Let me fill you forever.
There’s something possessive, primal...perfect about that thought. My hand consciously moves between our bodies. I stroke her belly, my thumb pointing down, brushing the top of her mound and V of red-blond pubic curls.
Astra and pregnancy probably wouldn’t bother me right then. Very little would bother me while I bask in all that is sex. I continue to rub her stomach, coming to when Astra’s hand falls over mine.
She’d look sexy with a big belly – sexier knowing she's carrying my baby.
But that’s the afterglow talking.
I have to remind myself she’s on the pill. Though that isn’t one-hundred percent baby proof, it’s good for me as I wouldn’t trade the intimate skin-on-skin squeeze of her pussy.
Not for the world.
“I can’t believe we had sex again, and again and again.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms. I’ve never felt so heavy with...satisfaction. I feel full to my belly and beyond.
Beside me Astra laughs softly. “We better get up before make it a fourth round.”
“You’re joking, right?” I give her a long look. She’s dead serious. “You insatiable woman,” I steal a kiss, growling at her dragging her nails over my chest, light enough to keep from drawing blood, my shooting licks of flames through my limbs.
My shaft is stirring against her hot, wet core. I imagine going hard inside of her and the idea tugs sensual nerves all over my body.
Her hands are gripping my hair. Suddenly I’m glad Jesse didn’t talk me into getting my hair shaved like he did. I like the rough edge she’s adding to our foreplay.
Using my hair alone, she navigates me to her breasts. I lavish them, worship her until the nubs are tight and eye-catchingly red. I knew I’d love Astra’s...body – her body.
I wrap my arms around her middle, leaning down and deepening our latest lip lock. I want to forget about love, about anything other than her soft, full, wonderful body.
This woman is made for me.
I’m about to cry at the intrusive thought. Damn fucking stupid head...oh, Astra….
“Fourth time’s the charm.” I whisper along her mouth, kissing her cheek, trailing to catch her earlobe and bathing in her hitched cry as I tug playfully and, tightening my hold around her middle, thrust up at the same time.
“No,” Astra moans, eyes closed. She slaps my shoulder, her face saying something else entirely. “We can’t. Ryker, s-stop, aaaah…”
“Yes. Say yes, babe,” I beg.
“No…”
I hear her. Still it takes longer for me to process, just as long to drop my arms, and what feels like an eternity of torture before she’s moving from straddling me and hanging her legs off the side of the bed.
“Behave.” She smiles, batting my searching hands playfully from her waist. “Maybe we’ll play later. If you’re a good boy.”
“I’ll be whatever you want, woman, just get back here.” I don’t add ‘and fuck me again’ only as my implication is clear.
My whining ends on a sharp hiss as Astra bends over to lift up her night
dress from the floor. I get a view of her pussy, better lit with the streams of morning slipping through her sheer curtains.
“Breakfast first,” Astra warns.
My hands fall away and I’m left to gawk after her swaying naked ass. When I meet her in the hall she’s in front of the linen closet, she points out the bathroom and hands me a towel. “It’s a clean extra.” She says.
“I wouldn’t have minded if you rubbed your body all over it,” I grin at her flustered dismissal. “Will I be having company?”
“Absolutely not,” she pushes at my chest. I trap her hand and pull her along. “Ryker, we can’t. We’ll get distracted in there.”
“What I’m hoping for.” I open the door to her small bathroom.
“As much as I’d love to, what’ll take to get you in the shower alone?”
“Pancakes and syrup and lots of sex afterwards.” It’s a tall order, but I won’t settle for less. My little counsellor seems to understand this and she gives in, though I’m betting a part of her would love to negotiate.
“Enjoy the shower,” her hand grips the door, eyes skittering down my naked frame. “Make sure to thoroughly wash.”
“Or you’ll spank me?” I finish, hoping to whatever deity listening in she spanks me later. Astra’s doing all these crazy things to me. Since when have I ever considered bondage?
She licks her lips, and not answering, closing the door very, painfully slowly.
“Down before you know it,” I call out before the door clicks closed. I can make out her light footfalls moving away. Then I settle into the quickest shower to keep that promise.
In the kitchen I invade her space straight away. None of this week together feels real, ever feels real until I’ve got a hold around her.
“Ryker.” Her gasp vibrates through me. Instead of moving away I hug her closer, ignoring the sizzling bacon in the pan in front of her.
“What happened to the pancakes?” I ask, breaking up the question with kisses over the thin material covering her shoulder.
“The syrup happened,” she sighs. “I thought I had a bit left. Unless you want to run to the store…” and then she tilts her head back. “You’d have to put on a shirt for that though.”
She flips the bacon and turns off the stove top. I notice the two plates of fluffy eggs belatedly. I let her go to do her thing, but I hover around like her shadow.
Breakfast separates us. Sorta.
Under the table in the corner of her decent-sized kitchen I nudge her foot and start a game of footsie. I lose...hard.
I jump for the third time when Astra’s heel nudges my crotch. My legs part wider and I’m thrusting against her foot. Half of my eggs are forgotten as lust numbs me.
“Eat,” her order is easier said than done, but punctuated with her retracting foot.
It’s an innovative motivator, that’s for sure. I polish through breakfast quicker than she does only to have her foot return to my crotch.
Lucky for me Astra isn’t much of a sadist. She gives my dick a good petting with her foot and when I can’t stand it, she brings her plate over and sits in my lap, letting me do whatever shy of having sex on her breakfast table.
I’d skip cleaning the dishes, but Astra’s meticulous.
“I don’t want to have to deal with it later.” She says at my incessant whining.
“I’ll clean it up then. Don’t make me fuck you here, babe.”
“You better not.” She strokes my head, breath hiking up when I lean in and kiss the side of her mouth. Astra turns naturally, making the second kiss a deeper, open-mouthed affair.
We break apart at her protest. “Dishes first, Ryker.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I decide to keep my mouth busy. My hands splayed over her lower belly, thumbs making slow circles.
Astra tilts her head to the side, giving me free reign to nip up her throat and latch onto her pulse, suck until I’ve renewed my love bite from our first time.
“You’re impossible, you know that.” Her hand falling over mine atop her stomach, I note she’s stopped washing.
“I’ve been told that.”
Blindly reaching for the handles, she closes the faucet and turns in my embrace. Her wet hands grasp my cheeks and she tiptoes into a scorching kiss.
It’s a crazy feat of stumbling and making sure we didn’t fall and break our necks back to her room. I’m doing the leading and at the threshold I pause to lift her up and prompt her legs around my waist.
Turning around, our mouths mashed together, tongues in a tango, I settle her carefully over the bed. She drops her arms slowly, smiling up at me.
Losing my jeans and boxers, I crawl back over her and start to kiss and lick and suck whatever part of her I can. She’s salty from the sweat of our previous love-making and there’s a hint of the eggs and bacon wafting from her. It’s heady. A bottle of my own Astra aphrodisiac.
I let her sit up long enough to help her drag her head out of her night dress. Discarded over my shoulder, I palm her breasts, pinching and lightly pulling at the sensitized flesh.
Reaching down, I test her readiness. Sucking her juices clean from my fingers, I move down and drink from the source.
“Ryker, aahh,” she wrings her hands into my hair, massaging my scalp slower and slower until her walls clamp around my searching tongue and pointer.
Cleaning her through her climax, I slide along beside her, groaning at the pleasant welcome of her weight atop me. I’m ready to take her when she takes me inside.
“Cum with me?” her dark lashes ring clear, brown eyes, her desire, happiness and earnest shining through. But there’s also another emotion I might be able to decipher, but I can’t touch, not now.
With a roar, I forget all about what I think I may saw in Astra’s eyes. Throwing back my head, I cum. Hard.
Astra’s cries are prolonging the end.
When the fog starts receding to the edges of my mind, I slide my arms to the side from her waist, and smoothing her hair from her face, I check she’s breathing and well.
“Sleep...now…” she smiles, sensing my stare.
I chuckle. “As much as I’d love to be your bed, sweetheart, I can’t.”
“Why not?” Astra lifts her head up, resting her chin on my pec. “Do you have to leave already?”
I laugh a little louder.
That’s a gross exaggeration.
For the past four days we’d been locked up in her house. I’d all but moved out of the B&B, only I didn’t. I did grab a couple shirts and my guitar and partially moved in.
“I’ll be back. I just need to check on the guys.” I kiss her, mash our mouths hard as if to lockdown on that promise then settling Astra beside me, I lift off. Standing and dressing before her naked body tempted me back into bed for the rest of the day. Finding my jacket, I slip it on and turn to see Astra asleep.
Very carefully I carry and replace her over her pillow, grabbing the blanket and drawing it over her beautiful tits.
At the door I swivel around at a sudden remainder.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I kiss her, much more gently this time. The feather-light touch is almost as erotic as everything else we’ve done.
“Mhm…” She murmurs, as if concurring, in her half-sleep, face burrowing into her pillow, and her mass of dark red hair covering her.
Out in the hall I walk past the other bedroom, the guestroom that doubles as her storage. The door is slightly ajar. I didn’t notice considering I’ve been all over Astra since I set foot in her house last evening – and every other time before that.
I briefly recall taking her on her couch that first night.
Curiosity digs in my heels now. I push the door lightly, the crack widening and I’m stupefied.
The so-called guest-cum-storage is actually just a guest room. And what a guest room. Unlike the muted creams and beiges of her master, this room was more feminine.
The bed, dresser and paired night stands are all dark wood. The white and light pink com
forter matches the soft pink accents in the curtains and the lamps on the bed-side tables.
It looked ready to be slept in.
Suddenly the feeling of intrusion catches up to me and I back out of the room, closing the door this time, more to block out the sight of the carefully decorated room than to avoid my girl’s suspicion.
