"How are you feeling?" I asked, trying to stifle my smile as we headed back home. Amara shot me a look before her eyes turned to my hand, softly caressing her thigh. I love touching her. What can I do?
"Don't ask," She whispered, sounding breathless. "And stop doing that, please," She looked practically sick. I was literally amazed by her endurance. I leaned in and, pressing the button on the door, waited until the security screen slipped in.
"You did so well, sweetheart," I smiled, pulling her up in my lap. She looked startled as she blinked at me. "I haven't seen this kind of endurance in anyone before," Amara narrowed her eyes at me in response.
"How many women have you used this on?" She demanded, making a face. I almost blushed at the way she said that.
"Not many," I muttered
