Chapter 63 The Glow

Zach was elated even when the connection had been terminated. He heard her voice, he talked to her, and being called a pervert was the least of his worries. Oh! He would have such a goodnight's sleep but first, he would need to take a shower. A cold shower. What he didn't know was that Amy was actually calling herself a pervert and not him. But she didn't bother correcting herself and simply terminated the connection.

She got out of bed and went to turn on the AC making sure to turn down the temperature. She got back in bed and huffed out a breath in annoyance. Her plan had backfired. She didn't know she was signing herself up to have her ears fucked over and over with every word that poured out of his mouth topped with his deep and husky voice.

When he said she could do anything to him and with him, her mind had already cooked up a lot of naughty ideas and majority of them involved both of them being naked. And when he mentioned having a shower, her mind plagued her of the familiar scenes of their hot night together. She only snapped out of it when she heard him call out her name.

The conversation was over, but she was left hot and bothered. She couldn't bring down the temperature even more unless she wants to freeze.

"Let's get some sleep", she whispered as she closed her eyes.

She let her body relax and allowed for sleep to take over. But a vivid image of Zach's naked torso invaded her mind. She was transported back to the night they spent together. Water dripped down from his hair and trickled down his wide and chiseled smooth chest. He was an alluring sight. His depthless blue orbs held her in place, taking in the contours of her naked torso.

He took a step towards her, making sure her eyes never leave his. He circled her and soon her back was pressed to his front. Amy felt like her heart would explode in that instant. His huge warm hands held her shoulders before one hand traveled down her chest, between the valley of her breasts that rose and fell from her breathing, past her navel and found her-

Gasp!

Amy's eyes flew open. How could one's imagination travel so far? It wasn't Zach's hand that touched her, it was her own, currently inside her pajama shorts. Her fingertips were barely an inch from her slit. She was wet, very wet; she did not need to touch herself to know. She felt embarrassed, yet at the same time, had no plans of removing her hand.

'Am I really doing this?'

'Do it. You want this', Zach seemed to answer her thought in a daring whisper into her ears.

'I've never done this before.'

'I'm here. I'll help you.'

She closed her eyes and let herself succumb to her desires. Her hand moved further down and found her warmth. She coated her fingers in her juices and run them between her lips. She moaned and took in shallow breaths from the sensation.

"Ah!"

She found her cave and slipped in a finger. So good, but so not enough. She slipped in another.

"Oh!" a pleasured filled gasp leaked out of her lips. Amy writhed from the pleasure as she thrust her fingers in and out of her cave. Her movements quickened as she let herself be consumed in pleasure. Her hand moved so quick she accidentally hit her swollen nub.

"Whoa!"

She practically shouted as she jolted on the bed from pleasure. But her fingers didn't stop working her womanhood and now flicking her nub. While she let herself drown in pleasure, she was far too gone to even hear the notification sound that came from her phone.

***

,m "Emily! Come in dear!" Stella opened the door wide for her.

It was Sunday and she was spending the day with Stella and Richard. They had planned to dedicate Sundays to baking and practicing new recipes. Amy followed the older woman into the kitchen before placing down a bag of baking ingredients on the counter.

"So we're having an English breakfast set today. Mm, let me get you some orange juice and don't move."

Stella busied herself with setting the counter while Amy settled down on one of the stools. She was wearing sweats and a huge shirt with matching socks. She didn't bother to cook knowing this would happen. Richard heard the familiar clutter of the plates and made his way to join the ladies for breakfast. The older man smiled when he saw his young neighbor.

"Emily!" He gave her a side hug and she reciprocated. "Good to see you kiddo", he went to settle on the opposite side of the counter.

"Likewise."

"What are you ladies making today?" he picked up a newspaper to start browsing through the headlines.

"Carrot cake."

Both women spoke in unison and giggled. Stella finally finished and settled down. She gestured for Amy to help herself while she served her husband. Richard shook his head at their silliness.

"That baby better be a boy", he spoke without taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"…"

"We have enough gossipers in this town", he added with a shake of his head. He had heard how his wife coerced Amy into joining their 'book' club. Stella nudged him with her elbow.

"Richard!" she glared at him. The man arched his brow at his wife in amusement. "I believe that calls for a punishment later on", he smirked. Stella slapped his arm and looked away with a blushing face.

"Don't mind me", Amy muttered as she picked up a piece of toast. She did not want to know.

"Richard, not at the table. Emily is- Oh! Emily,

look at you glowing!"

Richard shook his head. It never ceases to amaze him how his wife easily changed topics. He picked up a cup of coffee and sipped on it. Amy looked up with raised brows in question while sipping her orange juice. Weren't they over the pregnancy glow thing?

"The 'I just had sex' glow", Stella clarified.

Amy and Richard both choked on their respective drinks. Stella looked between the two and stood up to pat them both on their backs.

"We're all adults here. What are you overreacting for?" she shook her head in disbelief.

Richard looked at her in disbelief. Wasn't she the one who said they were at the table? Amy, on the other hand, kept her head hanging low. Her face burned red from embarrassment. Was her dirty little secret that obvious? She was already embarrassed with her mind constantly reminding her of the fact that she cried out Zach's name when she came the previous night. The whole ordeal was embarrassing that she could not bring herself to write to Zach this morning. Ugh! Stella's bluntness is something she would never get used to.

Ding!

She gestured with her hand for Stella to stop. The older woman turned to her husband while Amy looked at her phone. It was a notification. Now that she noticed, there was one more from the previous night.

Both of them were from Dylan.