Amelia woke to the smell of coffee brewing. She looked over and Blake was gone, but the light underneath the bathroom door told her he was still in her apartment. She picked up her phone to look at herself in the camera and saw her hair was disheveled and her girl-next-door makeup had turned into girl-next-day. She quickly fixed her hair into a pony tail and licked her fingers to remove the mascara from under her eyes.
Amelia stirred from the site of the previous night's impiety to clothe herself. She put on something that looked relaxed and comfortable but also made her feel attractive. An ensemble to feign innocence of effort.
Why is he still here?
She thought.
This is kind of awkward. What do I do?
She bent down to touch her toes and stretch for a moment. As she did, her phone fell from her pocket and clattered to the ground. She heard the door knob to her bathroom rattle a second before Blake peered his head out. She flipped her hair back to look up at him.
"You're up." He walked out of the bathroom, the door unveiling his towel clad hips and bare chest. Amelia noticed his hair was dry so he hadn't been in the shower yet. She stood up and watched as he poured her a cup of coffee. She could have moaned at the sight.
"Sorry I don't mean to overstay my welcome I just really wanted to take a shower before I go. I hope that's okay." he scratched his head.
"Don't be sorry." Amelia smirked and sipped her coffee as she noticeably sized him up. Blake raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
"Are you hitting on me Ms. Amelia Peterson?" He leaned against her counter.
"I'm allowed."
"I'll have you know I am chaste and virtuous" Blake spoke in a high pitched voice with the fingertips of one hand on his chest. Amelia chuckled narrowly escaping the fate of coffee running through her sinuses. "And I won't be seen in town with the likes of you mam. I have a reputation to uphold."
Amelia set her coffee down and made her way over to him.
"You're about as virtuous as a witch." She put on her best gravelly-cowboy voice. Blake feigned a gasp. "And the town is well versed in the reputation of your chastity." She was in his face now, her mouth an inch from his. "Slut." She said grazing the terry cloth between his legs with her hands. He smiled and kissed her.
"Mm. I think I kinda liked that voice you were doin." he teased.
"Oh yeah?" Amelia smiled. "Did it get you going?" she kissed him again.
"Yeah I think it did." he laughed. "Next I want you to hog tie me in the stables." He flicked an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah." Amelia scoffed. "I bet you'd take to it about as well as a hog too."
"Hey!" He protested.
"Oh you think you could be tied up and be fine with it?"
Blake sucked his tongue through his teeth. "Eh probably not." He conceded and kissed her a little deeper, his hands rested on the small of her back. "The thought of having you in front of me with no way to touch you-" He kissed her and ran his hand around to float his fingertips on her nipple and then lightly squeeze her breast. Amelia inhaled sharply. "I would lose my mind."
"You're a fucking asshole." she smiled, her mind flashing to her own bound hands the night before.
As their lips touched and breathing became heavy, Amelia felt her nipples harden in his hands and her body ready itself for Blake's presence. Blake's towel fell in their passion and she instinctively reached down to touch him. He moaned as she gently ran her fingers along his length. She marveled at how soft its skin was and when she felt the beads of precum forming at the tip, her mouth began to salivate. She loved when his body showed her the desperation he often refused to reveal.
"Damn you're ready for me aren't you?" She smiled on his lips and stroked his precum down his cock
Blake bent down and used his arm to swing her legs out from under her so he could carry her to the bathroom. Amelia gave a surprised giggle and looked up at him as he held her. She bit her lip at the sight. She nuzzled his neck and kissed, licked, and nibbled it. As she did, she heard him gulp and felt his skin prickle with goosebumps. She smiled at them triumphantly, wishing she could kiss every hair she had enticed to stand. He opened the shower door with his foot and carried her inside. He set her down, turned his back to her and allowed the cold water to hit him before it adjusted to a warmth suitable for a lady. He turned around to face her after his adjustments and kissed her hungrily.
She laughed as the water poured over her. "Blake I still have clothes on."
"Oh that's a problem." He smiled and slowly peeled her shirt from her wet body. She blushed furiously as he paused to gaze at her breasts and ran a thumb along them despite their familiarity. As her body transitioned to the temperature she started to tremble slightly. Blake stepped closer and, leaving air between them, kissed her neck lightly. Her hands came up to hold his shoulders but he quickly grabbed them and set them back down at her sides. She rolled her eyes but obeyed anyway. His warm body so close to hers made her recognize how cold she felt and she trembled vigorously.
"Shhh." He whispered. "I'm right here."
Even though he kept a gap between them, she surmised he was really just asking her to focus. She took a deep breath and her trembling calmed slightly. Blake gave a moany, slightly menacing chuckle that made her heart skip and looked at her with a hint of admiration.
"Good girl."
Amelia blushed and narrowed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.
"Don't glare at me girl or I'll tease you longer." He threatened with an authoritative eyebrow raised.
Amelia huffed but didn't argue as she wanted him to continue.
Blake smirked and leaned his mouth to her ear. "
Good. Gir
