With her permission, Ian climbed up on top of her, pressing down on her body. The two of them started to embrace each other and kiss again.
In the beginning, it had taken her quite a while to get into the mood, because she wasn’t really someone who could go from being worried in one moment to being ready to “jump around” in bed in the next.
Amber patiently followed his lead, only putting her hand on his back, and like placating a patient, intermittently rubbed it back and forth from the small of his back to the nape of his neck.
He slowly became excited, his breathing became labored, and even his body temperature rose. And wherever Amber’s hand went, goosebumps emerged on Ian’s back.
In the past, Amber had thought that this phenomena was a manifestation of his body’s instinctive rejection against strangers, but after “cohabiting” with him for this long, she had realized that it wasn’t rejection it represented, but rather his attraction to her.
He particularly liked her touching him, no matter where. Even if they were just holding hands, he would react in an extreme manner, his palm would get sweaty almost immediately and if she paid a little bit more attention, she’d see that little Ian was also secretly raising a little tent.
As Ian grew more and more excited, she stopped moving her hand, hesitating if she should continue stroking him. But then, Ian suddenly sat up and, with a calm face, seriously said, “Can you change your clothes? Your clothes are too ugly, and I can’t feel a thing.”
Amber inwardly swore. ‘This son of a …!’
She slowly pushed herself up, and when she saw his red face, pink ears, and the slight bulge beneath his underwear that he couldn’t hide even if he tried, she smiled slowly. “You don’t feel anything?”
She leaned over, reached out to touch his bulge, and seductively whispered, “Then what’s this? Are you hiding a stick in your pants?”
And then … Amber felt the rod in her hand twitch a few times violently; with a few small sounds, little Ian … had erupted!
Amber couldn’t even fathom what had just happened …?
‘This was a grave matter that concerned a man’s dignity. She mustn’t laugh. Yes, she mustn’t laugh at all!’
Amber released her hand as if nothing had happened, pretending to not feel the wetness on her hand as she nodded and said, “Yes, these clothes are really ugly. Let me go change.” She got out of the bed and nonchalantly mumbled, “What should I wear? Oh, what do you like?”
Ian … didn’t say anything. He silently got up and walked into the washroom.
As Amber picked out a new set of clothes to wear, she laughed silently. She had to hold so much back that it was slightly painful.
Of course, in her heart, she felt very sympathetic towards him. Poor Mr. Axton, wasn’t he just trying to break his abstinence? And to think that he’d receive three setbacks; it couldn’t have been easy.
When she recalled Ian’s expression when he had gone into the washroom, Amber had a feeling that they weren’t going to try to have sex again today. Then, she wondered if she should do something to make it up to him a little-for example, dressing up nicely and then going out to supper with him.
After dinner, where she was forced to drink wine as a penalty, she had fallen drunk after barely consuming anything else.
Since Mr. Axton had called her ugly, Amber decided to put on the flowing red dress that he had bought for her, as he would surely satisfy his own tastes. After she put it on, she stood in front of the mirror and truthfully evaluated herself-the scarlet red was much too vibrant for her tastes, and just as she was about to change again, Ian came out.
He stood by the doorframe, looking at her with a gloomy expression.
It seemed like his premature ejaculation had affected him quite significantly, because even his hair was sagging down in a dispirited manner.
Amber maintained her guileless expression, wide-eyed pretending that nothing had happened. She tugged at her dress as she smiled at Ian. “I’m feeling a bit hungry. Shall we go out and find something to eat?”
Ian didn’t respond, only continuing to look at her. Amber’s scalp started tingling from the intensity of his stare, and she became very worried that his over-stimulation would cause him to do something drastic. So in her desperation, she tried to drag him out the door as quickly as possible.
As she walked over to do so, she found his clothes, and passed them over to him proactively. “Come, come. Change into your clothes.”
Ian raised his hand, batted the clothes away, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his embrace.
Amber subconsciously supported herself against his chest. Since he was nude, his skin was a little slippery. Her first thought was that Ian’s flesh was really top quality: firm, glossy, very white, nice to look at, and even better to touch.
She couldn’t help herself from squeezing on his muscles with her hand, even as she put on a serious expression and said, “If you don’t want to go out, we can also make our own fo-”
Even if they didn’t have a chance to make food, they could still make love, and Ian quickly plugged up her mouth with his own. He seemed unbelievably stimulated, even more so than before. He moved just like a famished puppy, licking her all over her face as both of his hands freely roamed across her body.
Amber was quite exasperated, as she felt that men were really unreasonable animals. He was clearly unable to actually have sex, but he was still pawing at her relentlessly.
Ian flipped her over onto the bed and pressed her underneath him, and only when he lifted her dress and tried to thrust himself in did she realize that he’d already regained his vigor.
Amber was startled.