Lover's Kryptonite

Armed and Dangerous

Brandon came home to the scent of food and candles lit. He could hear Amber moaning and went to stand in his doorway, watching her on the bed, playing with a bullet, her eyes closed.

She wore a short, black slip with her plump breasts spilling over the top as she laid back, gasping with her sleeves falling from her shoulders. He could tell she didn't even know that he was in the room as she enjoyed herself, slipping a single finger into her opening.

Amber was breathing hard, her knees in her chest and spread open wide. Brandon watched her in interest, deciding not to interrupt her moment although he was growing harder, wanting to join her and take over where that toy was. But he watched the way she touched herself. No one knew how she liked it better than she did. And he was going to take this opportunity to study her.

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped, and Brandon watched her juices squirt out and coat his covers as her lips pulsed.

He stepped into the room, deciding to make his presence known, leaning over the bed as she opened her eyes. She smiled and he leaned down to kiss her. "You couldn't wait for me to come home, baby?" he asked, kissing her neck. She moaned.

"I tried. But the more I thought about it... No, I couldn't wait. But you're home now, papi. Go shower. I made food."

"I'll do that for you."

She smiled and kissed him, watching him begin to take his clothes off. She headed into the bathroom and cleaned between her legs, watching a completely naked and erect Brandon come into the bathroom behind her and turn on the shower. She momentarily thought about going to help him out with that, but she decided to let him do it. She knew he would.

She went to warm their food up, and she made them plates. When Brandon came out the bathroom, he slid his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. "What did you make?" he asked.

"White rice and chicken in gravy," she told him, giggling as he kissed behind her ear. "Mm. Stop so we can eat."

"What if you just let me do that?" he asked, sliding a hand down her stomach, towards her privates, and she closed her legs tighter.

"No, after we both eat dinner."

He chuckled and took the plate from her, kissing her cheek. "Thank you, Amber."

"You're welcome." She leaned up for his kiss, and he granted her wish.

The two sat at the table, and Brandon watched Amber. When she looked up, she giggled and looked away. "Why are you acting so shy?" he asked, reaching to take her hand.

"I don't know. I kind of like it when you look at me like that. It gives me butterflies. I haven't had butterflies in a long time. Since I was your age. It's nice."

He smiled at her, threading their fingers. "I give you butterflies."

"Yeah."

They finished their dinner, and Brandon told Amber not to worry about the kitchen, pulling her to the sofa. She straddled his lap, placing her arms around his neck. "So how many times have you masturbated today?" he asked, rubbing her back, looking up at her. He knew that what he saw couldn't have been the first time.

She just smiled, leaning down to kiss him, grinding against him. She moved her lips down to his neck. "Mmmm... Samiya and I made love a few times before I came over." That explained the quick orgasm. "And four times waiting on you to come back. — How come you came home so late, papi?"

"Well, Amber, I rarely ever get off on time, baby. And if I do, I feel like it's something wrong. I'm sorry I kept you waiting, baby," he told her, sliding the slip up. She moaned. "Why are you so horny?"