For Her (The Girl I Loved Duet 1)

He teases my nipples with his mouth until they’re so hard that they’re aching, and even after that, he uses his fingers to pull and pinch, and my hips are bucking up into him wanting more, needing more. Please.

I asked out loud. Begged. But Peter shakes his head. “No.”

He’ll give me that pleasure, I know it, but I’m going to pay for it. I’m going to pay for the ten years we spent apart with his hands on my body, with exquisite torture while he lives out every fantasy he’s had.

I’m going to love every second.

Sliding his hand down my stomach, Peter slips his hand into my panties, and I’m so wet that his fingers come back slink and shining. He traces them on my nipples so they’re wet too before he licks it off, and watching him do that makes me shake with arousal.

“I’ve always loved the way you taste,” he says, voice low and rough. He cleans his fingers after he finishes with my breasts. “I could drink that every day.” His eyes flash to mine. “Maybe I will.”

I try to say something in response, but nothing comes out. It’s all too much, and not enough.

Peter’s mouth returns to my skin, and it’s moving again, downward and downward, lips leaving a trail across my stomach and around my belly button until he’s nipping at my waistband.

He slips them off, and for the first time in ten years, I’m naked with him. I feel that familiar blush rising to my cheeks. This doesn’t get any less vulnerable with time, and I close my eyes.

I feel him move, and then feel his breath. “Amber.”

“Yeah.” Opening my eyes, his face is right there.

“You don’t need to hide from me.”

I nod. “I know.” And I do know that, I do. “It just feels like so much.”

Peter’s eyes study me in that way he has, like he’s searching for something that only he can see, and I have to wait for him to find it. Suddenly he leaves, climbing off the bed and strips off his clothes with ruthless efficiency. I’d seen part of him, we’d all seen part of him that day on set, but the whole package is…breathtaking.

And I don’t just mean his package.

Which of course, is breathtaking. He’s fully hard, his cock jutting out from his body like a declaration of everything he’s been saying and doing. It’s bigger than he used to be. Everything about him seems like it’s bigger than it used to be. Harder. More defined.

Rolling on a condom, he returns to the bed and hovers over me, kissing me until I’ve forgotten that I was nervous and blushing and I’m pulling him closer instead.

Reaching between us, he fits himself against my entrance and budges his way inside, pushing and pushing, not stopping until he’s seated as far as he can go. And then he lowers himself onto me. His weight takes my breath from my chest, but I remember this. He used to calm my thoughts with all of himself.

“I think this time it has to be different,” he says. “It can’t just be you first or me first. This time, the first time, it has to be together.”

That’s what clicks. “Yes.” We’ve been too far apart for too long and I need something to prove that even though we want this, we still work.

“Though fair warning,” he says, a feral smile on his face, “I’m going to taste you tonight. More than once.”

I swallow. “Be my guest.”

He chuckles, but then he starts to move and neither of us is laughing anymore. We’re both breathless, gasping with this feeling that’s both new and old and familiar and exquisite. Pleasure bursts from me with every stroke, and Peter doesn’t take it slow. Neither of us can handle that. We need this. Now.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, urging him on and holding on for dear life. I have to close my eyes. I can’t see anyway with the flashes of light blinding me. My voice is breaking, crying out with every thrust, and my orgasm rushes to meet me like a wave, fast and fierce and blotting out everything in the world.

My pussy is spasming, gripping Peter, and he grunts as he comes too, spending himself and thrusting deep before holding himself still while he’s wracked with the same pleasure that I am.

I move my hands to the sides of his face and pull him down to kiss me. That was fast and raw and perfect. We needed this to be together.

“Amber,” he says, but nothing else.

“I know.”

Then he rolls us over on the bed and takes me to entirely new heights of pleasure.

22

Amber

Present

I sneak out of Peter’s house while he’s still sleeping. I spend a few minutes making coffee, and I leave a cup by the bed for him with a note telling him that I’ve gone to the set early. He had a good point about borrowing clothes from wardrobe, but it’s not a good idea for us to show up to the set together with me wearing this dress.