For Us (The Girl I Loved Duet 2)

Amber bites her lip and blushes again. But this makes sense. Even in high school, Amber was calmest when I helped her, when I was physically on top of her like a thunder blanket, and inside her so she was distracted. The seeds were always there even if I didn’t notice them. “It’s okay,” I say softly in her ear. “Everybody has the stuff they like, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

She reaches out to me, stroking her hand down my arm. “It’s just weird and embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve worked hard to be where I am, and I find it strange that you telling me that I’m not allowed to do something turns me on.”

I give her a slow smile. “It turns me on too.”

“But it shouldn’t. I shouldn’t need it.”

Tucking her closer in to me, I kiss her shoulder. “I said it before, even if you don’t agree with it. You’re a director. Every day you’re in charge and you’re making decisions about things from the time you walk onto the lot until the time you walk off it. And sometimes even after that. And on top of that all the stuff that’s being thrown at you as a woman in a field full men, it’s got to be exhausting. So I don’t find it weird or embarrassing or strange that you want a space where you don’t have to think or make any decisions and are just allowed to feel.”

Amber ducks her head against my shoulder. “I hate it when you’re right.”

I laugh, running a hand through her hair again and stretching it out on the pillow. After a second she pulls her head back to look at me. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

She sighs. “You don’t need the stress of that. Of making all those decisions. It seems like a lot of work.”

Leaning down, I press my lips to her forehead. “I’m happy to,” I say. “I’m an actor. I spend most of my day getting instructed. Consulted sometimes, but I’m not exactly at the place in my career where my fame can dictate decisions. And even if I didn’t spend a lot of time being told what to do, I would be happy to do this for you.”

“But—”

I cut off her words with my lips. “I love you,” I say when I pull away. “I don’t need to be in control to enjoy sex, but don’t begin to think that I didn’t enjoy that. Thoroughly.” I punctuate my words with a movement of my hips so her attention is drawn to my cock for a moment. “You worry too much.”

She’s looking at me like she wants to protest, and I can see that this is going against everything that she thinks is true, even if it’s what she wants and needs. “I’ll make you a deal,” I say.

“What kind of deal?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re really worried right now that you’re putting too much on me, that it will be a burden, that I won’t like it after a while.”

Amber blushes again. “Yeah.”

“So let’s just try something, because this is still new enough that we’re going to stumble and struggle and try to make it work. And I don’t want to fall into habits that make neither of us happy and are too hard to change later. Plus, I think it will make you worry less.”

“Okay,” I can tell she’s still uncomfortable, but she’s listening.

“For the next week, you’ll be in charge at work, I’ll be in charge during sex, and neither of us will be in charge otherwise.”

“So…”

“So you don’t have to worry or think about what you want to do, I will take care of it. And you. I do want to hear more about your fantasies, but I’m not going to push you, because we have time. But if this is something that works for us, we’ll know.”

“I’m not going to crawl on the floor and call you ‘sir,’” she says.

“I’m not asking you to,” I say, “but I’m telling you that we’re going to sleep for a while, and in the morning before both of us have to be at work, I’m going to take you into the shower and wash every bit of you myself, and then I’m going to get you off.”

Her breath catches, chest rising and falling faster. “Yeah. Okay.”

“So you want to try it?”

She nods. “Yes. You’ll be in charge in the bedroom.”

“Good,” I say, “but I didn’t say the bedroom. I said during sex. Because I won’t promise that we’ll always be having sex in a bedroom.” I kiss her before she can blush, rolling us again so that she’s on top of me. I like the feeling of her draped across my body. It’s luxurious.

“I have one more thing,” I say, “and I think it’s going to turn you on.”