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Deep breaths of the sexy musky scent of Blake soon put Amory to sleep, too.
The next morning, Amory and Blake go to work, but Amory can’t stop thinking about what happened last night. It doesn’t help that she’s a chronic overthinker and she can’t believe that she did that. She slept with Blake Gold, for crying out loud, something that she would have never dreamed of happening. And not only did she enjoy it, but she wants to do it again.
This can’t be happening. Not too long ago, she told Blake that she hated her and now she’s fucking her? It doesn’t make sense, but Amory kind of also doesn’t care. She can’t stop thinking about how Blake’s lips felt against hers and how her fingers felt inside of her.
She also thinks about the time she and Blake have spent with each other, how she’s started to really enjoy the other woman’s company, and their conversation last night. She’s going to be pretty upset when this trip ends, and she finds herself wanting to keep in touch with Blake when they go back to the US, but she’s not sure how to bring it up. She wonders how Blake feels about all of this, and she’s scared to ask.
She thinks that the two of them should definitely have a conversation about all of this, what they’re doing fucking each other, but she’s kind of scared to do that. What if Blake changes her mind and decides that having sex with Amory is just too weird for her? It is weird for Amory, too, but at the same time it’s not.
She’s having feelings toward Blake that she hasn’t had in years, desires that she had forgotten she could have, so she just goes through the work day, overthinking and trying to decide how she should feel about Blake. Does she want to just be Africa fuckbuddies with the other woman, or does she want something more substantial? Amory can’t tell.
She continues her day like that, until lunch when she gets the chance to check her phone.
Blake:Can’t wait to see you at the cabin later
Blake:I want to make you scream again
Amory feels a rush of desire flooding between her legs.
She looks at the texts and blushes. She then looks at Blake, who is staring at her from across the table, giving her a knowing look.
Amory looks away, but she can’t deny the heat that she feels at the promise of a repeat of last night. At least she knows that Blake doesn’t regret last night, especially if she wants to do it again.
Now, Amory just has to decide what she wants. It’s weird for her. She definitely wants to have sex with Blake again—last night was one of the best sexual experiences she’s had in years, but she’s also nervous. She’s never really been the type to enjoy or have a friends-with-benefits situation. She doesn’t know if that’s what she wants or if she wants a proper relationship with Blake.
She thinks about it and realizes that she doesn’t hate the idea. They’ve been getting along really well lately, and she seems like a really sweet woman, even if their past history is less than ideal.
She goes back to work, but it’s hard to focus. She manages, but barely, and at the end of the day, she’s relieved to be able to meet Blake at the front doors.
The two of them walk back to the cabin and all Amory can think about is having Blake’s lips on hers.
They get back to the cabin and Amory watches as Blake opens the door. She walks in behind her and immediately closes the door and then grabs Blake by the collar of her shirt.
“Whoa,” Blake says, “moving a little fast, aren’t we, darling?”
“Says the woman who said she was going to make me scream,” Amory retorts.
Blake laughs. “Fair point.” She kisses Amory.
It’s rough and passionate and Amory wants more. Before long, the two of them are in a heavy make-out session, and Amory moans into Blake’s mouth.
Blake pulls back and smiles at her.
“I love those sounds.”
Amory blushes a little but smiles back.
“I want to hear you, too,” Amory says. Blake is a little vocal in bed, which is good, but she’s nowhere near on the same level as Amory. Which is a shame considering moans and dirty talk are some of Amory’s biggest turn-ons.
“I’ll try my best,” Blake says, and Amory smiles at her before pouncing forward.
She grabs Blake’s hair and pulls her head to the side before trailing kisses down her throat. Blake moans and squirms against her. Since both of them are professional, she has to be careful not to leave hickies, at least not where people can see them. Under her clothes, however…
Amory paws at Blake’s shirt.
“Off,” she growls.
“So demanding,” Blake says with a smile. But quick as lightening, Amory’s back is pressed against the door to the cabin and her hands are forced to her sides by Blake’s.
