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13b- Hot!

Her hands came up and rested on his arms. She could feel his muscles move as they caressed her back. This was the reality of her dreams. All the times in her marriage that she gave in to Robert, long after she fell out of love. After he had been with so many women but would come to her in the night, just wanting to use her body for his own pleasure. Her mind would drift, trying to imagine someone who actually cared about her. Who was there with her, appreciating her movements, appreciating and reciprocating all that she gave. She had thought of her college friends, movie stars and gone down the council boys one by one, including Link. None of them could live up to her fantasy. But then her mind would picture this man over her, loving her. At first she had been embarrassed by it. Afterall, he had never given her a second glance. It didn't matter. When Robert gave that final moan of satisfaction, she heard the man she was caressing now. Right or wrong, she had secretly made love to him many times in her dreams. She refused to think about it when she saw him again, but couldn't give it up now.

She pushed him back to sit on the sofa next to him, never letting her mouth retreat or her hands leave his body. She broke the kiss and looked at him. Her eyes drifted to the bare chest peeping from under his open shirt. Her fingers ran from the hollow of his throat to the soft hair under it. He shivered. 'That's it.' She thought. That's the reaction she wanted. She wanted to give him all she had. It was real and he was there. She knew that she would regret that she got just a taste of him before he left, but it didn't matter now. What mattered was that he wanted to take it from her as much as she wanted to give it.

She ran her hands up his back and supported him as she rested him back on the sofa. His eyes sparkled at her. She kissed him again and sat up. "Are you sure you can do this? Will you be okay?" she asked as her hands ran down his chest.

He whispered, "Yes." And that was the only assurance she needed.

She kept her eyes on him as she allowed herself to begin to work over those buttons on his shirt, their gaze locked as her slender fingers pulled each one from its hole. At long last, the shirt slid open, and she let her eyes move to his bare chest, her mouth following soon after. She placed soft, wet kisses along his chest. She wanted to close her eyes, to savor every last moment of this, but knew that if she did so, the moment would become surreal. She would forget that she was here, with him, and he would become just a fantasy, once again. She couldn't bare to think that this would no longer be Corny, just a man she was pretending to be him. She had waited for this, wanted this for so long, that anything else would be plain wrong. She decided to keep her eyes open.

A soft sigh escaped his lips, and the sound alone sent chills running down her spine. She had wanted to hear that noise from him for what seemed like forever. She let her fingernails scratch lightly down his chest, tracing the path of kisses that she left, before raising her eyes to his. They were both silent, but no words were necessary. This was what they both wanted; they were both ready. Her healing had worked in so many ways, and she had, although unconsciously, prepared him for this moment. It was enough for her.

"Corny," she sighed his name, and their eyes met once again, "This is all I've ever wanted."

He nodded, letting his head fall back a little.

"Me too, Amber."

She took another moment before allowing her fingers to move any further, and when they skimmed past his belly button, she felt him shudder slightly beneath her. She looked to his face again as her fingers worked into the buckle of his belt. His hands rested casually at his side. He was making no attempt to stop her; he was allowing her to do this, and, from the sighs that came from him rather sporadically, she judged he was enjoying it. The leather strap came off easily in her hand, and she began to work on the buttons of his pants with trembling hands. It had never been like this, even when she'd been married. Of course, even then, he'd made her do the work, but it was never like this. He'd been so ungrateful and expectant. He'd never shuddered at her touch, not like Corny was doing right now. Even without words of appreciation, Amber felt more than loved with his reactions. It was something that she'd never really felt before.

When his pants were undone, she began to pull at them. She felt slightly foolish for seeming so rushed, but as he shifted his hips a little for her to remove them completely, she felt the flush in her cheeks replaced with another sort of flush; one that ran down her body, made her feel more alive than maybe ever before. His bare legs fell slightly apart in front of her, and she swallowed hard, her eyes connecting with his.

His chest rose with each shallow breath he took now, and she used her hands to crawl back up his body, catching his lips in a deep kiss and keeping him there for another moment, as her fingers worked over his chest again. His hands moved to the back of her head, and began to work through her golden hair. The feeling of his fingers against her scalp gave her chills, and she heard herself sigh softly. It was a strange sound, in her opinion, and she blushed a little, giggling softly to cover it. His eyes were dark as they studied hers, and he shook his head.

"Amber, you're beautiful."

His words quieted her giggles. She was serious once again, nodding a little as he wound her soft golden curls around his fingers, often brushing her neck. She kneeled between his legs, their eyes connected, and his fingers began to work at her shirt, pushing it apart slightly, exposing the bare skin of her neck. She sighed again, and instead of forcing him to make an effort to lean towards her, she moved towards him. She could feel his lips against the soft skin on her chest, and tilted her head back a little, allowing her eyes to fall shut for just a moment before remembering her previous promise to herself. This would remain real, no matter how amazing he made her feel.

"Oh, God," she let a soft whimper escape her, and felt the tingle beginning at the bottom of her belly. It had been so long since she'd been like this with a man, and in all honesty, it was probably the first time she'd ever enjoyed it so damn much. Corny was barely brushing his lips against her skin, and already, she could barely contain herself. She felt his fingers working upon her shirt again, pushing it apart, undoing the buttons just as she had done his, and when she felt a cool breeze upon her skin, she knew that he had pushed it open, and she was now revealed to him, wearing nothing more than her bra. She stiffened a little then, and let their eyes connect. He studied her body for a moment, the corners of his lips turning into an appreciative smile, before raising his eyes to meet hers. She watched him, desperately wanting to know if this was what he'd always imagined, when he'd thought of her in this way. She needed to know if her body was good enough to be the temple at which he would worship. Of course, there was no way, or words, for her to ask these questions, so she settled for the way his fingers skimmed over her bare sides to tell her that she was everything and more that he wanted.

She finally stood, positioning herself on his lap meticulously, and his fingers skimmed the waistband of her pants. His fingers were daring to slip inside, she could tell, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She didn't blame him, and let her own fingers move down to unbutton her pants, slipping them off before climbing back onto his lap, both of them wearing nothing more than their underwear. She swallowed hard, then, and felt her heart rate begin to quicken, as she sat there on his lap, her fingernails still lightly scratching his bare chest. He met her eyes, and they gazed at each other for a long moment before she reached around, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the ground. His eyes moved slowly to her chest, his hands curling into loose fists at his sides, twitching slightly in an attempt not to touch her. She noticed his actions, or lack thereof, and hesitated for a moment. She had never been so brash, would never have dared to do this with any other man, but he was different. He always had been.

Slowly, torturously, she let her hands cover his before wrapping her fingers around them, carefully guiding them to her chest, molding his hands around her breasts.

"I want you to touch me, Corny."