Amelia is just starting to feel a little more comfortable around Troy. She wasn't sure why she felt so self-conscious, but it was a flaw of hers that she was working on. The problem was that Amelia didn't allow just anyone to see her naked. Those that did meant something to her. Troy had saved her life and he was fun to be around. Why not enjoy him in the carnal sense?
So she does just that. She enjoys the way his fingers tease her in all the right places. He knows what he's doing and it shows. He's been practicing. It doesn't bother Amelia. She would much rather have a partner with some experience than a partner with none. At least now she could enjoy herself and return the pleasure without having to pause and teach her partner what buttons to push. While every new encounter required some learning curve, Troy was acing his exam with flying colors. It was like he knew exactly which of her buttons were the most sensitive to touch.
The longer she lays beneath his touch, the closer she can feel herself climbing to the peak of her pleasure. She has always been one who easily orgasms so having multiple orgasms has always been easy for her. In fact, she's looking forward to multiple orgasms from Troy. She's already feeling her body responding so easily to his touch and she can't help but close her eyes as the feelings rush over her.
However, despite how easily she was climbing towards her climax, she cannot leave Troy alone in this. He has been nothing but kind and helpful, so the least she can do in this moment is offer him some form of pleasure. Believe me, she fully intends on satisfying him soon â€" with her lips and her body. She's had some practice and she knows just what to do.
But before she can do much other than stroke him through this boxers, she can feel herself on the brink of climax. She reaches for the headboard, her breathing rapid, a moan escaping her lips. She doesn't realize that her tattoo is showing until she can feel Troy ease up. She almost gawks at him, unhappy that he left her on the edge with no intention to push her over that edge into orgasm. Eyes open slightly to look at his puzzled expression. She's confused before she looks to see just what he's looking at. Her tattoo has been exposed. Immediately, she draws her forearm close to her chest, hiding the tattoo. "I..." Her voice is soft, but nervous. "...you aren't supposed to see that." She rolls off the bed and heads towards the connecting bathroom. She doesn't bother with the door as she skims through the draws to pull out the makeup she uses to cover the tattoo. In the end, she knows it's useless. Troy has seen an intimate part of her past and he's going to want to talk about it. Grabbing her robe off the counter, she pulls it on over her arms before coming out of the bathroom. Eyes downcast, nervous as hell. She doesn't know what she's about to walk into.

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