Free Training Amber by Desiree Holt Page A

away yet wanting more. When he reached twenty she was a seething mass of sweet pain and pleasure and clawing need.
    As always Rio caressed her reddened ass and kissed each cheek. Then she felt the cool gel as he applied it to her anus, rubbing it into the tight muscle before sliding his fingers into her hot, dark tunnel. Lately he’d slid the plug in before he fucked her, the feeling of both channels being so filled unbelievably erotic. She was shaking with hunger for him and wished he’d hurry because she wanted him so badly.
    But she heard the sound of foil before she felt the intrusion of the plug and the next thing she knew the tip of his penis was pressing against her opening, his hands bracing on her ass cheeks to hold them wide open.
    “I told you this night would come, amada. I’ve hardly been able to restrain myself waiting for it.”
    He rocked against her, easing himself into her rectum. She understood now why he’d had her wear the plug every day for the past several days. His cock was so thick that without it stretching her muscles it would have been painful taking him. As it was she felt a slight burning as he pushed farther into her.
    “Take in a deep breath,” he ordered. “Good. Now let it out very slowly.”
    As she did he drove into her all the way, the fullness of him sending icy-hot chills through her. If she thought she’d been aroused before it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now.
    ”Okay?” he asked. “All right?”
    “Yes,” she breathed. “More than.”
    As if that was his signal, he drew back and thrust into her again and again, increasing his speed until he was pumping hard and fast. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other gripped her hip.
    Oh God oh God oh God!
    When they climaxed she felt as if she was splintering into a million parts, whirling in space, buffeted by a storm against which she had no refuge. The storm seemed to toss her forever, until all the million parts of her settled back together. She collapsed on the pillows, totally exhausted and thoroughly replete.
    Rio released her wrists, rubbing her arms to relieve them from the strain as he always did. Then he slowly eased from her body and went to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he rolled her to her side, rearranged the pillows and lay down so he could pull her against his body.
    “I knew it would be good, Amber,” he told her in a voice that sounded almost humble, “but I never dreamed it would be such an intense experience. I was the first, wasn’t I?”
    “Yes,” she mumbled.
    “Good. And I’ll be the last.”
    She swallowed hard. “And exactly what does that mean, Rio?”
    “What does what mean?” He sounded truly puzzled.
    “That no one else will ever take me there.”
    “It means you belong to me, cariña. I thought you realized that.”
    “Words,” she told him. “Generalized words. Rio, I have to make plans for the rest of my life. I can’t visit with Molly and Nick forever and spend my nights here. I need to plan for my work. Where I’m going to live. All those things.”
    Abruptly he turned her to face him and the anger in his face shocked her. “I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. In my mind I already had you moving in here. With me.”
    “But y-you never said anything. I mean—”
    “Amber, Amber, Amber. How could you not know how I feel? I was trying to give you time to adjust to it. Not rushing you into something permanent you might not be ready for.”
    She wriggled one hand between them to brush at the tear rolling down one cheek. “I didn’t know… I wasn’t sure…”
    “I love you, Amber McCloud. I want to marry you. I want to be your husband and your Dom and everything else in your life.”
    For the first time since she and Molly had talked that morning, Amber felt the tension ease from her body.
    “I love you too, Rio.”
    “It happened so fast I wanted you to be sure. But I know what’s in my heart.”
    “Me too,”