“I think I did a good job.”
“Well,” Abby said, continuing on in her ‘I’m the expert’ voice. “New homework for you. You want to try and take control? Put your mouth on his penis. He’ll be all yours.”
“Well, when you say it like that,” I said sarcastically. “Okay, okay. I’ll work on it.”
“Good,” I could hear her smile. “I have to go take this furry monster you call a dog outside for a walk, then head off to work. Miss you, Amy. Good luck. You’re going to be fine, alright? You’re doing great.”
“Thanks, Abby.”
She hung up, and I dropped the phone on the bed. Burying my head in a pillow, I repeated her words to myself. You’re going to be fine.
I allowed myself to believe it.
Chapter 10
Derek
“Amy? Are you alright?”
When I finally made it back to my bedroom, I found Amy curled up on the bed, face-down, looking upset. She turned her head when I spoke.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She didn’t sound fine, though, so I sat down next to her.
“Hey, look at me. I just talked to my father. He was really happy, Amy.”
“Good,” she said, though her voice fell flat.
I frowned, hating seeing her so down.
“Come here.” I stood up and walked to the balcony door. She watched me for a moment before sighing and following after me.
I pushed open the glass doors. A warm breeze blew through the room and I glanced over my shoulder, lifting my eyebrows at her. A smile twitched on her lips.
There was only one chair out on the balcony, so I sat down and gestured for her to sit on my lap. She hesitated for a moment, before sitting cozily on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, putting my feet up on the short glass table.
“Alright,” I said, now relaxed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder, so I couldn’t see her face. “It’s not important,” she said. “Actually, it’s kind of stupid.”
“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you,” I said.
“I’m just not sure that this is going to turn out right,” she said. “I mean, I know it’s too late to go back, and I would never do that to you. But every time I think about what we’re doing, all I can focus on is how dishonest it is. And how screwed we are if something goes wrong.”
“Nothing is going to go wrong,” I soothed. “Like I said before, I have never in my life seen my father happier. You have given him a great gift that will enable him to die happy. I’m not sure you understand how miserable he usually is, and how disagreeable.”
“I know, I know. But what about… afterward?”
“My father only has a few months to live, at most. After this week, you won’t have to come back. There aren’t any strings attached, Amy. The only people who know about this are you, me, and him. You’ll be able to go back to your life, and you’ll forever have my gratitude.” I tried to sound cheery, but really, I didn’t want to think about when this week was over. I enjoyed spending time with her, more than anyone else I knew. But I couldn’t tie her into something she didn’t want. I was already asking too much of her.
“And his lawyer,” she mumbled. “Who, by the way, is super-creepy.”
“Harrison?” I looked at her. “He didn’t say anything to you, did he?”
She hesitated before she answered, “No.”
I sensed she was lying, but didn’t push. If she didn’t want to tell me, she wasn’t obligated to. “Hmm. Yeah, he’s always been like that. I’ll figure out something to tell him. You don’t have to worry about him. I’ll take care of everything.”
She was quiet for a while. I just held her, and watched the clouds pass slowly overhead.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
“For what?” I sat up, confused.
“Being so… anxious. I agreed to this. I shouldn’t keep complaining.”
“Beautiful, look at me.” She did, peering bashfully up at me through her eyelashes. “I asked you to do this crazy thing after just meeting you, and you were kind enough to help me out. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, and nothing to worry about. If anything bad happens, it will fall on me. You’re doing great, Amy. And you’re not only making my father happy, you’re making me happy. God, being around you has brought me nothing but joy.”
She smiled, and rested her head back on my shoulder. “Thank you, Derek.”
“Any time. Feel better?”
“Much.”
“Good.” I took her chin in my hand and turned her face back to mine. “Because, I’m going to be honest, I’ve been thinking about fucking you since we woke up this morning.”
Her eyes widened, her lips twitching. “Are you sure Aneta’s not going to interrupt us again?”
“I locked the door,” I said, as I kissed her cheek. “And cancelled my meetings for the day.” I kissed her other cheek. “You’re all mine, Ms. Parker.”
“How did I get so lucky?”
Her voice was soft and low, like a kitten’s purr. She shifted her weight on my lap, so that she was now pressed against my growing erection.
“Mmm,” I smiled. “I could ask the same question.”
She leaned forward to kiss me. Her lips were smooth and silky, and tasted like vanilla. I allowed her to take the lead, letting her melt over me. Like the tide, her movements were fluid, and graceful. Her teeth grazed my bottom lip, teasing, followed by gentle nibbles. Then her tongue brushed against mine, before retreating.
She was deliberate, slow. I enjoyed it when she took her time. Everything she did felt intentional, as if she wanted to experience every inch of me. I had never been with someone who seemed to genuinely care so much about me, or who enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed her.
Which, I had discovered, was a massive turn-on.
“How do you feel about heights?” I whispered, a mischievous grin working its way onto my face.
She lifted a thin eyebrow. “They don’t bother me.”
“That’s good.” Standing, I lifted her up. “Do you trust me?”
“Is that a question?”
“Is there an answer?”
“For someone I just met, I probably trust you way more than I should.”
“That’s good.”
“You’re asking a lot of things that seem a little irrelevant at the moment,” she said, her nose scrunching. “I thought we were gonna—”
She didn’t finish her thought, as I had twisted her around and pressed her against the balcony ledge. She let out a small gasp of surprise, her hands gripping me behind her.
We were on the third story of the mansion, over thirty feet from the ground. The view was spectacular—from the back of the house, we could see the glittering blue lake over the hill. The courtyard below us was speckled with different colored flowers, bushes, fountains, and statues. The sun was hidden behind some clouds, casting a bright, warm glow on the earth.
I snaked my hand between her thighs, rubbing her through her panties. I could feel how wet she already was, which only served to arouse me further. I lifted up her skirt. She was wearing a lacy purple thong that left her sweet, round ass exposed.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing and massaging her, relishing in the silky warmth. Drawing back a hand, I slapped her ass lightly with the palm of my hand. She jumped and gasped, her fingers digging into the balcony ledge as she leaned forward. She glanced back at me with a devilish gleam in her eye that said I should do that again.
Happily, I obliged.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I pulled down her thong, letting it drop to the floor. Rubbing my hand on her slick folds, I leaned forward over her, so that we were both bent over the ledge. Gathering her hair tightly in one of my hands, I turned her head so I could kiss her jawline, just as I slid two fingers inside of her.
I felt her clench around me, as she gave a quiet gasp.
“All things considered,” I said to h
er, “would you say you’ve been a naughty girl since meeting me?”
“Yes,” she giggled, squirming against my hand, her bare ass pressing so temptingly against my groin.
“Well, you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”
“What?” she said, swaying her ass teasingly.
I pulled my fingers out of her wet pussy. I placed my hand on her butt, then drew it back and gave her a firm smack on the ass.
“Oh,” she cried in surprise.
The clap of my hand on her ass rang out and I wondered if there was anyone around who might hear what I was doing to her.
I pulled my hand back, and again, gave her another firm spank on the ass.
“Oh, Derek, I’ve been a very naughty girl,” she teased.
I spanked her again, and again, and again, and again.
I spanked her firmly until her butt cheeks had turned pink and my hand was stinging.
Then I pushed my fingers back into her soaking, waiting pussy.
I didn’t go slowly. I was immediately fucking her hard with my hand, pumping my fingers in and out of her without pause.
She squirmed, but she was stuck against me. I didn’t let her up, or let go of her hair. The effect of the vertigo was hitting both of us, blood rushing to our heads, adrenaline pumping in our ears. The risk of being on the ledge was exhilarating, and stimulating.
I took my fingers out of her slit and put them in her mouth. Without hesitating, she sucked on them, tasting herself, nibbling at my fingertips. At the same time, I thrust into her from behind and filled her completely. Both of us let out moans of pleasure.
As she sucked on my fingers, I pumped in and out of her, moaning every time my cock slid into her tight pussy. She started moving her mouth to the same rhythm, driving me crazy.
Pulling out, I raised her up by her hair and proceeded to rip her clothes off. I accidentally got a little too zealous with her bra and ended up tossing it over the edge of the balcony, probably to be discovered later by an unassuming gardener. Neither of us took much notice, as we were too distracted with each other.
Once we were both completely undressed, I forced her up against the glass door. There was a mirror in the bedroom directly across from us, so I was able to enjoy the view of her breasts pressed against the glass. I could tell she was also watching herself, which was sexy as fuck to me.
I entered her again, gripping her hips tightly. Once I was inside of her, I pushed my body against her, and held her firmly. She arched her back, creating the perfect angle for me to slide deep inside her.
There was something contradictory about how Amy made me feel. Somehow, it was both humble and divine. I was overwhelmed by the notion that this beautiful woman, this goddess, allowed me entrance. It was similar to the sense of falling to my knees and praying, and what an honor it was to worship her. On the other hand, almost god-like energy flooded into me, bringing her and I into some divine union.
I couldn’t explain it, but I felt it to my bones. There was something different about her. Something different about us.
I turned her around so that she was facing me, and pushed her back onto the glass door. My hands fondled her breasts, and I kissed her, hoping to demonstrate to her exactly how I felt, even when I didn’t have the words. I wished that somehow, all my passion and intensity would translate to her, that she would feel the same thing that I was. She deserved that.
Amy wrapped her arms around me, pulled me into her, and ran her nails down my back, leaving scratch marks.
She panted and moaned, her head rolling back against the door as I kissed down her neck.
“I’m close,” she whispered, almost shyly.
I thrust harder and faster, feeling myself also growing close, the pressure in my core building until it was almost unbearable.
“Cum with me, baby.”
At my command, she let out a high gasp, and dug her fingers into my skin. I felt her pussy start to convulse around my cock, which was more than I could take. I came hard, the pressure releasing in me like a dam breaking. I buried my cock into her as deep as I could, moaning her name, cursing, and shaking with uncontrolled satisfaction.
My cum poured into her.
As our pleasure faded away, I released her. We stared at each other for a few minutes, catching our breath, our mouths twitching with the hint of a smile.
“Wow,” she breathed. I nodded, unable to speak.
After I’d cleaned up, we lay down in my bed, cuddling. She rested her head on my chest, tracing invisible patterns on my stomach with her finger. I ran my hands through her hair, enjoying the silky texture of her curls, letting them fall around her.
“We should just lie here for the rest of the day,” she murmured.
“I’m not going to argue against that,” I said.
She sighed, and rolled over so she was facing me. “Can I tell you something?”
“Always.”
She was quiet for a few seconds. “I just want you to know that you are changing me in ways I never would have expected. I am feeling things I never would have dreamed of. You make me feel… wanted. Derek, you’ve already given me so much. Something far, far more valuable than any material gift or monetary prize. You don’t owe me anything. I’m helping you because you’ve helped me, in more ways than you know.”
I smiled, and kissed her nose. “I know, beautiful. I could say the exact same thing about you.”
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” she said, sitting up a little. “How do you feel about round two?”
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I pulled her mouth to mine, and we lost ourselves, only to rediscover each other again.
Chapter 11
Amy
The next morning, I woke up before Derek and the sun. Rolling onto my side, I watched him sleep, his breath slow, snoring lightly. He was lying on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily. His face, now completely relaxed, was youthful and sweet.
I wondered what he was dreaming about. I’d had a particularly steamy dream featuring him, so it didn’t seem too far of a stretch that he’d be dreaming of me.
Quietly, so as not to stir him quite yet, I ducked under the covers. We had both fallen asleep naked, so there was nothing in my way, nothing keeping me from what I had my mind set on doing.
I found his cock, and took it gently in my fingertips. Even soft, he was massive. Not hesitating, I pressed my lips to the tip, wetting it a bit. I stroked my fingers lightly along the length, following them with my mouth. He tasted like skin and his musk, and it drove me wild with desire.
As I rolled my tongue around his tip, I felt him start to become hard as he stirred. Encouraged, I gripped his length a little tighter, stroking up and down his growing cock.
The blanket shifted, and slid off me. I glanced up, to see Derek looking sleepily down at me.
“Good morning,” I whispered. I smiled, then kissed the tip of his dick.
He fell back onto his pillow, closing his eyes and moaning. I continued sucking on the tip of his cock, using my hand to coat his length in a thin layer of my saliva. I started out soft, teasing.
I moved from the tip and licked up his shaft, taking my time. I looked up at him as I did it, making eye contact. He stared back at me, his upper lip trembling. He looked completely overtaken by me.
I returned to the tip of his cock, taking more of it into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around, not wanting to neglect any part of him. I moved down his cock slowly, deliberately, until I was halfway down his shaft. Then, I started moving back up, and down, leisurely bobbing my head.
Derek fisted my hair near my scalp, groaning as I began to pick up speed. Every time I went down, I pushed myself a little further. He was big, and after I gagged a few times, I had to take a short break. I spit on his dick and continued with my hands as I caught my breath.
I shifted my weight onto my knees in order to get a better angle above him. The hand that I wasn’t using found his, and our fingers inte
rtwined.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled, as I started sucking him off again. His voice was low, husky, shaking with pleasure. “Mm. Fuck.”
Finally, I managed to take his whole length in, my lips all the way at the end of his shaft. A surge of accomplishment ran through me. I could tell how overcome with pleasure he was, which turned me on, knowing that I was the single source of his gratification. I could do this to him, I could make him feel this good.
Emboldened by that realization, I quickened my pace, synchronizing my mouth and hand as I stroked and sucked his length. I didn’t relent, as his breathing became heavy and his moans more frequent.
“Don’t stop,” he groaned. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.”
I slid my mouth completely down his shaft again, just as he came. He let out a deep, erotic gasp, and filled my mouth with his warm, salty seed. I swallowed every drop, relishing the taste and feel of it sliding down my throat. I dipped my head up and down a few more times, covering my hand and his cock in cum. He was panting, shaking, laying back with his eyes closed as the pleasure of his orgasm sunk into him.
I sat back, biting my lips and smiling coyly at him, feeling wholly pleased with my performance.
“Amy,” he breathed, still not opening his eyes.
“Hmm?”
“What the hell did I do to deserve a diamond like you? You’re an angel. My angel.”
I laughed, and stood up, “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Mmm.”
He didn’t move.
I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was huge, with multiple shower heads pointing in all directions. I got in, a content sigh escaping my lips as the hot water poured over my body.
I heard the bathroom door open, and Derek stepped in. I watched his blurred form through the glass door as he walked into the bathroom, and was surprised when he opened the door and stepped inside with me.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Not at all.”
I was in the middle of rinsing shampoo out of my hair.
“Here, let me help.” He stepped up close to me, and gathered my hair in his hands. My head rolled back in his grip, and I closed my eyes. He gently ran his fingers through my hair, washing out the soap and massaging my scalp. I was completely relaxed.
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