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Amber

S oft light enters from the window as my lids slowly open. Cottony hairs brush against my bare leg as I wake from a well-depicted fantasy. A smile captivates my lips when I realize it wasn’t. Their masculine scent engulfs me. The heat of Bradley’s breath brushes my nape. Blue eyes stare at me, reflecting all the emotions I feel inside.

“I could watch you two for hours.” His deep morning voice sends a shiver down my spine and tingles spread around my clit. “You ruin me with those eyes.” Ronnie brings his hand to caress my cheek. “I want to kiss each freckle on your face.”

“It’ll take you hours,” I reply in a small, hoarse voice.

“Then I’ll have to kiss you all day long.”

I giggle as I bury my face farther into his chest, feeling each breath he takes and each heartbeat.

“How are you feeling?” Ronnie asks.

I circle my finger over his tatted abs. “Like a new person. You blew my mind last night.”

“I think we blew our own as well,” he chuckles shortly. “I’m not sure we are going to be able to keep our hands off each other from now on.”

“Good thing we’re roommates.”

“What makes you think this is the only place we’ll fuck each other?” Flowers bloom in my stomach with the promise of more and the sincerity behind his words.

My fingers skim over his thigh, slowly moving toward his cock as I lift myself on top and come down around him. Feeling his head slowly slip in.

“Amber, you’re sore.” He hisses as I roll my hips, feeling him swelling inside me.

“I’m okay, if it hurts I’ll stop,” I laugh when the thought crosses my mind. “Or slap you.” I still can’t believe I did it. How could I slap his gorgeous face? It was electrifying. With each slap, my fingers were charged with a pleasant sensation shooting up my arms and flourishing in my center.

I didn’t hit him hard but enough to reach our animalistic nature and then he fucked me senseless.

“Are you thinking about it?” He asks, smirking.

Every soft touch makes me lightheaded. I breathe in the way we mold into each other. My fingers lace in his hand as he reaches out to me, bringing his other too.

“I’m right here with you.” My voice comes out airy.

I let go, glancing at Bradley’s tatted back and smile.

In the stormiest seas, it can’t be windy forever. Sometimes when a tidal wave strikes the only way out is within.

“Amber, I want every piece of you.”