Then, slowly, she slides down onto me. We both gasp as my cock breaches her entrance, the hot, moist muscles instantly clenching around me. Amanda’s eyes squeeze shut as she pants, sliding down inch by inch. With difficulty, I force myself to remain still, allowing her to do this at her own pace. But it’s so hot to see her above me, impaling herself on my cock, and I clench my hands on the couch cushion beneath me to anchor myself, still incredibly sensitive from my last orgasm.
“Fuck, you look so hot,” I gasp.
She grits her teeth and slides down the last inch, burying my cock completely within her and now sitting in my lap. She pants, breathing in deeply, and I wait as she ad
justs herself, needing a moment to control her body at the sensations. I wonder how it feels for her to be in control, to be the one pushing herself down and knowing that she’s sheathing herself on my cock.
Then, finally, her hips twitch. Her eyes slide open and she looks at me before raising herself up onto her knees and then sliding back down. She rides up and down clumsily a few times, adjusting herself as she goes, and I try to meet her thrusts, angling myself to try and hit her g-spot.
Then, all of a sudden, her eyes roll back and she cries out, her body going tense.
“Yes, there!” she gasps.
Without warning, she lifts herself up and slams her body down, burying me deeply within her. I jerk at the suddenness of it, groaning deeply, and she pulls up again. This time, I manage to thrust upward as she jerks down, meeting her thrust, and she writhes wildly.
It’s not perfect. It’s something new and we’re not coordinated enough to meet every time. But watching Amanda bounce up and down on my cock, her hair flowing around her and her eyes half closed in pleasure, is absolutely amazing. I almost wish I could stay here forever and just watch this expression on Amanda’s face.
“Shit, this feels so good,” she groans. “It’s amazing. I want to take you even deeper.”
God, that would feel amazing. I reach out to wrap my hands around her hips, bucking up desperately into her. Our movements are becoming clumsier as we get more tired and closer to the edge. I’m already close to the edge again, over-sensitized from my last orgasm. Amanda looks close, too; her mouth is open and her lips are screwed tightly shut.
Then she slams down one final time and her entire body clenches. The feelings are too much for me and I orgasm along with her, shuddering violently as pleasure washes over me for a second time. My eyes roll back and I pant, gasping my breaths in, so overwhelmed that I can’t speak.
Finally, the sensations calm. I feel Amanda moving, my cock slipping out of her body, and then she collapses on top of me. I’m too exhausted to appreciate the joy of our naked bodies pressing together. I can feel her chest heaving as she lays there, trying to catch her breath as well.
Then, almost as one, we part and pull ourselves to sitting positions on the couch. Neither of us try and cover up; we’ve already had sex several times and we’re not worried by the other seeing our nakedness anymore. Amanda curls her legs beneath her and looks at me.
“That was intense,” she says.
“It was,” I agree. “Damn, it felt good, though.”
Amanda laughs. There’s something about it that doesn’t sound quite right, but I’m sated and tired, too far gone to be concerned by the odd tone.
“Yeah,” she agrees. She pauses. “Want to stay for dinner?”
“So, you seduce me and then offer me dinner?” I joke. “That’s a little backward, isn’t it?”
She smiles. This time I definitely notice that something is up. Normally, she would have laughed at something like that.
“Anyway, I can’t,” I say regretfully. I feel oddly like it would be a mistake to leave now, but… “I have a dinner planned with some friends tonight. I should be going soon so I can get ready.”
“Fair enough,” Amanda says. She gets to her feet, yawning. “I’m tired and didn’t feel like cooking, anyway.”
“Next time,” I assure her.
She just smiles again, not agreeing. Something that feels a little like panic makes my heart start to beat a little faster.
“Amanda,” I say on impulse. “There are still things we need to talk about. But, I need to tell you… No one else has ever made me feel like you do. I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but I’ve already come to really care about you.”
I can see myself falling in love with this woman. Not just that, I want to fall in love with her. She’s perfect in every way.
Amanda glances away and then looks back.
“Thank you,” she says. “You should probably go so that you’re not late.”
Thrown, I nod.
“Yeah,” I say. “I’ll talk to you later.”