Lambie Birthday Love

Amber Eyes by Lambcullen



For my darlin', Amber. Have a bloody wonderful day, babes. ILY, Lambie xx

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It was a touch so subtle, she knew it was a dream. It was a kiss so light, she thought she was imagining it. She didn't want to open her eyes, fearful that the spell would be broken. Though the instant his cool fingers skimmed the lace trim of her white panties she had no choice.

Hazel met amber as she battled for breath. His eyes were sharp, intense, focused solely on hers. He didn't speak; he didn't need to, his questing fingers were verbalizing everything that he wanted to convey.

She didn't stop the squeak that exited her lips when his fingers dipped below the lace. His nostrils flared as her scent floated up, teasing him with its intimacy. The closer he got to her heat the stronger her scent became. She wanted him, that much was clear, but he needed her to know this was him. He was not an illusion.

On previous nights he had never gone this far, never touched her warm, soft flesh. He wasn't sure why tonight was different. Maybe it had been the lack of sheet, or the adorable little white panties she wore. Though he admitted to himself the real reason was the way her nipples had tightened, pushing against her tank as he lay down next to her. Her body had sensed him and was sending out every signal it had, demanding the man in her bed take her.

He wasn't a stranger to her; she knew him, just not in this intimate way...until now.

“I thought...” she gasped, raising her hips and pushing them wantonly against his palm.

He shook his head, not really answering her. Instead, he slid a single finger across her opening, distracting her. Her body went wild, blood rushing, heart pounding and skin heating. He found the reactions astonishing. From one small touch a fire burned.

But now he wanted the inferno.

He placed his lips against her neck, grazing his teeth down the column. His cold fingers parted her folds, making her shiver in anticipation. She wanted the release; she needed it, and almost begged him to make her come. The sensation of cold against hot was exquisite; the swirling frost around her blazing clit had her thighs trembling. The trail of his cool saliva bringing her entire body out in goosebumps.

She was clutching at his shoulder; her nails snapping as she dug them into his hard flesh. The fingers of her other hand wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand to her sex. All the while the tips of his fingers toyed, swirled and pinched her clit.

Her hips bucked, two fingers entered her and he pumped hard and fast. He didn't need to breathe, but it was coming out in gasps anyway. The whole experience with her was so much more than he had expected. He thought he was used to her scent after sitting with her each night, but he had been very wrong. It was far more intense. As the amazing beauty beneath him reached the pinnacle of her orgasm she clenched around his fingers, spasming hard; his teeth lengthened. He didn't want this, fought to control it...he lost.

“I'm sorry, Amber...” he whispered, as his teeth sank into her flesh.

Blood blossomed. Love bloomed. Life died.