Erotica (the collected works of Amelie) Read Free Page B

flat
before they’d undressed each other.
    Craig was inside before they reached the
bedroom. He took her standing against the wall. As he pumped away, Skye dug her
nails into his firm buttocks and gasped until she felt she might die of
asphyxiation.
    When he came inside her and she felt his
heat warm up her womb it was like he’d pressed a switch that was connected to
her legs. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her calves spasmed with delight and
her knees trembled as though the floor was shaking beneath them.
    “Fan-fucking-tastic,” Craig said. “Happy
bloody Christmas darling.”
    The couple slid to the floor and fell into
the side of Sky’s suitcase while they caught their breath and laughed about how
good they were together.
    To earn some extra cash Skye needed to
be up bright and early next day.
    Needless to say, Craig wanted a quickie
before he headed out to his own job at the bank. Skye was pretty fond of a
swift shag in the morning too. Her dreams would make her wet so that when she
awoke she was ready for anything. She liked the fact that there was no hanging
around and it was all just straight to the business of getting it on.
    Craig was inside her before she’d opened
her eyes.
    He tried to take it easy at first, like an
old-fashioned romantic, but after a few thrusts he was at it like a woodpecker
on speed.
    “God, I love your pussy Babe,” he shouted
just as he came.
    Just hearing the words pussy and Babe in
the same sentence was enough for Skye. The orgasm pulsed from her clit like
waves of electricity, exciting every part of her body and sending her into a
quiver. Her stomach did so many contractions that she wouldn’t need to bother
with her crunches that day. Sexercise, she thought, was so much more fun than
jogging and probably better for the joints.
    Craig disappeared into the bathroom for a
while and Skye just lay there playing idly with herself. Her clit was sensitive
after the night of passion, so she was extra gentle. When it got too much,
she’d move her fingers down and inside so that she could keep the bliss going.
No way she was going to cum, but there were still glows passing through her
body like tiny strikes of lightning.
    Craig came out wearing his suit and tie
with his hair gelled flat into a long fringe. He looked good even when he was
dressed for work. Skye would have taken him again if there had been time.
    He kissed her, picked up his bag and rushed
out of the door. That left Skye with a couple of hours before she had to get to
work.
    Craig’s dad, Mario, had featured
heavily in Skye’s life long before she knew that Craig existed.
    His sweet shop had been the centre of
attention for her and her sisters when they were young. It was the kind of
paradise that only seemed possible to a child.
    They’d save their behaviour points all week
and then, if they’d all been good, they’d get their 2 quid and head off.
    They spent an age at each visit. Hours
sometimes. They’d check out all the jars and bars and maybe sneak the odd taste
when they thought they could get away with it.
    However long it was, they always ended up
with a 10p mixture each and a couple of bags of something special. Bonbons were
Skye’s favourite. Alice loved boiled sweets and Petra was pretty much into
anything.
    They carried on going in well into their
teens. By then it was just an occasional treat on the way back from shopping.
Irn Bru creams or Lemon Sherbets made for a tasty suck on the way home to the
Bridges.
    By then they all had a crush on Mario. He
was so different to any of the teenage boys they fooled around with. Kind of
exotic and all-knowing.
    His dark skin and Italian accent were part
of the charm, but that wasn’t it entirely. Nor was it just that he worked in
the most wonderful world the girls could imagine. It had something to do with
his dark eyes and they way they always looked alert and alive when they were
there. He could tell them anything with just a look and he’d always call