Amber slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at him with a grin. “Let’s go. I know your poor hormones are probably tired from being cooped up for so long. Wouldn’t you like to let them out?” she hummed, stepping out of the car.
William growled at her comment before following her out, locking the car as he did so. “Just mine?” He quirked an eyebrow. “If I remember correctly, my girlfriend wants me just as much as I want her.”
“Very true,” Amber hummed, ignoring her warm cheeks. “So let’s get inside, shall we?”
William linked their fingers together and lead her inside his apartment. “Yes, let’s.”
He unlocked his apartment door and opened it for Amber to head in first. His apartment was clean, so that was a good thing. Not that he made a mess. He preferred his environments clean.
“Nice place,” Amber hummed as she looked around. Not that she was really seeing any of it; her attention was elsewhere. “Do I get a tour?”
“Of me, or of my apartment?” William’s voice had gone low as he locked the door behind him, eyes looking at Amber from head to toe. His gaze fell on her hungrily, like an animal starving for days.
He supposed he was. It had been four years, after all.
Amber froze, like a deer in headlights, and turned to him, breath catching at the look in his eyes. Gosh, even that made her warm…
“I was talking about your apartment,” she murmured, biting on her lip as she looked over him as well. “But I wouldn’t mind a tour of both…”
God, did she know just how much she drove him insane when she looked at him like that? Did she know what she did to him? Just how much she meant to him? Did she know?
“Then perhaps…” William snatched her wrist and pulled her towards him. “I should give you a tour of both. Will I have a chance of exploring you, too?”
“Seems only fair, doesn’t it? And which will you give me a tour of first, love?” Amber breathed, placing a hand flat on his chest to steady herself when she was tugged toward him. She rubbed her thumb against his shirt in small circles, looking up at him with wide eyes.
William tried not to seem too affected by what she was doing, but it was difficult. Especially when that vixen looked at him like that. She drove him wild.
“Which one do you want first?” William questioned back, leaning closer to her mouth as his hands found her waist.
“Which one do you think?” Amber murmured, fingering the button on his shirt as she looked up at him. Gosh, she was hot now…
William’s eyes went to her mouth. Her pink, extremely inviting mouth. He squeezed her waist, pressing her closer to him. He wanted his shirt off. He wanted to feel her hands on his bare chest. Now.
“I’m thinking you want me first,” he murmured, finally clasping their lips together.
Amber let out a soft sound, glad to finally get the aching from her lips as his pressed against them. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before using both hands to undo them slowly. When they were all undone, she tugged it down from his shoulders.
William picked her up, lips still pressed against hers and carried her off to the bedroom, blood boiling hotter than before. His mind was racing and the only thing he could think of was her pressed against his bare chest, her fingers on him and her lips molding in his.
He shut the door behind him.
William panted heavily, rolling off of his girlfriend and laying down next to her, snaking an arm around her and pressing her close to him.
It happened. It actually happened. And it felt good. His hands on her, her hands on him. Him marking her wherever he could, coaxing sounds out of her he had wanted to hear for so long.
“Well,” he breathed, trying to catch his breath. “That was fun.”
“Fun? That—that was more than fun,” Amber breathed, her eyes closed and lips parted as she sucked in heavy breaths. “Gosh, Will…”
William shot her a tired smirk. “Well, I’m glad you think so,” he rubbed slow circles on her lower back, “Because it was more than fun for me, too.”
Amber opened her eyes a crack, raising her eyebrows at him. “You are relentless. We seriously just got done, and you’re already back to flirting?” she teased, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “I need a shower. As much as I enjoyed that, now I’m gross and sweaty.”
William let out a laugh, kissing her on the forehead. Could she really blame him? She was in his arms. They'd 'played the sport.' She loved it. He loved it. God, she was perfect.
"The one you should be blaming is you. You're the one who makes me say these things, Blue," he flicked her on the nose, "Go take a shower. I'd offer to join, but then we'd go back to square one."
Amber snorted and kissed him in the lips this time. “I mean, if you can control yourself, you’re welcome to join,” she chuckled.
William quirked an eyebrow. "Bold of you to assume I can control myself," he said in amusement. "Do you really think I would be able to? Especially if you're like this?"
“‘Like this’ as in naked and sweaty? Flushed from our game? A little tired?” Amber teased, smiling up at him innocently as she ran a hand down his arm.
William let out a growl, snatching her hand and bringing it close to his mouth. "All of those," he chest rumbled with each word he spoke, "So tread carefully, love."
“Mm. Will do,” Amber murmured, carefully wiggling her hand from his grasp. “Where is everything? Like towels and such.”
"The bathroom," William responded, letting go of her hand, though rather reluctantly. "They're hung up in the bathroom. The shampoo, condition, and soap are on a stand near the shower."
“Wonderful. I’ll be back in a bit, then,” Amber hummed, leaning forward to press their lips together for a moment. “Love you.”
William kissed her back, letting it continue for a little while longer before he pulled away, looking at her lovingly. Though he desired her and was still hungry for her, he let his adoration for her show. "I love you, too," he murmured.
Amber smiled at him before stretching and pushing herself off the bed. She stretched again, then started toward the bathroom. When she stepped inside, she leaned back against the door and sighed, grinning. This evening was already amazing, and she could hardly believe what had happened.
William was not going to lie–his eyes had followed every move his girlfriend had made before she disappeared inside the bathroom. Finally, he laid back on the bed and heaved a sigh. What happened had been amazing. It blew his mind. William had already been highly addicted to that woman. He was more so now.
Finally, William pulled himself to his feet, discarding the protection they'd used in the trash. He hadn't had those during the years he and Amber had been apart, but once Parker found out he'd gotten her back… the older male had decided to 'gift' some to William. That time, it had annoyed him.
Now William was grateful.
Amber started the water for the shower, but not before glancing at herself in the mirror. She caught sight of all the marks on her body and shivered, biting her lip. Gosh, there were a lot… Had she left as many on him? Had he liked it? She was sure he had. In fact, she would have been surprised if he hadn’t.
She stepped into the shower, sighing when the warm water hit her skin. As she showered, she sang. Softly at first, then louder as she grew more confident with it.
William was lying back on his bed, still undressed when he heard quiet singing turn into a full-out concert. He smiled. God, he missed this. He missed hearing her sing like that. Then an idea hit him. He immediately reached for his violin, found a steady rhythm and began to play, mixing the violin’s notes with his girlfriend’s.