The Last of the Old Ones

Colin

Chapter Seventeen: Colin

I had the girl of my dreams right in my arms and it turns out she felt the same. But it was more than that, I couldn't explain it. It was like something snapped into place in my brain, her scent filled my body, and I felt nothing more than my need for her. I ran my fingers through her hair as we laid in her bed. I was so tired from the night's events, was it fear driving her closer to me? I don't have time for these thoughts, I told myself. I focused on the in and out of Amber's breathing.

I looked down at her and scooped her chin up with my hand. I brought my lips down to hers again and pulled her closer. I could feel her melt into my touch as I moved my hand down to her hip. I gripped her with my fingertips as she kissed me hungrily. I could feel her emotions in how she reacted to me. I wanted her so bad, and she wanted me, and that was enough to drive me insane. Not to mention, I knew how every inch of her body tasted, how it felt around me, and judging by how her body was reacting, she was thinking about that too. We knew how our bodies fit together in sync and there was not much keeping me back from her now.

Amber slid her hands up my shirt to my chest. I gasped a little at the cold of her touch.

"Your hands are freezing!" I looked her in the eye, half chuckling.

"Sorry!" Amber blushed, I could see she was genuinely embarrassed and worried she could still scare me away.

"It's okay, it's refreshing. Let me help warm then up!" I blurted out so she didn't feel awkward. I pulled her closer to share my body heat, laying my hands over hers on my chest to warm them up. Just then her face scrunched up into a cute yawn. I think tonight's excitement had been too much for her; I really did need to let her sleep. There was plenty of time to explore her again later, as much as I wanted her now...

"Alright Amber, get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning." I told her gently but firmly.

"Mmm, but things were just getting fun." She grumbled through another yawn. Her blue eyes seemed darker than normal as she batted her lashes at me.

"There will be plenty of time for that." I laughed and moved my hand up to trace circles on her back and ran my fingers through her hair as I lulled her to sleep. I smiled as I felt her breathing slowly against me, the little wrinkles in her forehead smoothing as she drifted deeper and deeper asleep. Shortly after she fell asleep, I felt myself drifting off as well with the help of thinking over tonight's alarm sobering me up enough from the high of her showing just as much lust for me as I felt for her. But eventually, I fell into a calm sleep; it was the first night since that night in the club that I wasn't chased by nightmares without drinking myself to sleep.

Before I knew it, the warm morning light was peaking in through the curtains draped from her window. I smiled down at Amber and kissed the top of her head, remembering last night's events. I would talk to my father about the alarms later, but for now, I wanted to soak this in. It was all I could do to keep myself from kissing her awake.

Amber's chest rose and fell with mine; it was like we were in perfect sync. I wasn't going to be the one to wake her so I laid as still as I could to let her sleep. She looked so sweet and peaceful, but I couldn't help but think about the taste of her lips. I tried to clear those invasive thoughts out of my head as I decided to keep myself busy on my phone. Something told me being poked by my member first thing in the morning was not the way she would want to be woken up.

I tried to think of something we could do today, when I remembered she had her graduation test coming up in a month so this would most likely be one of the last "carefree" days before she had to really hit the books and prepare herself. The last time I had sat with my dad alone to talk he explained that if Amber was to be what everyone expected of her, she had to do well finishing up her schooling. Now, I completely understood my father's concerns, I just did not doubt her ability to adapt to our curriculum. Although, it was a lot of pressure on her to unlearn a life of lies and relearn our truths. Hmm, what was a good way to relax, to forget all that for the day? It had to be something she would feel comfortable not getting dressed up for, honestly, who said we even had to leave the room for the day?