“Well, why don’t we wait and see what happens?”
Amy suppressed the affection in her heart that was quickly growing for Adam. “Because I won’t let you string me along. The truth is, I’m an all-or-nothing girl. You’re not that kind of guy.”
“I promise I won’t hurt you, Amy. I do like you, okay?” Adam let this confession sizzle in the air between them, then he grinned suggestively. “But we’re still able to enjoy each other now, right?”
Amy’s lust spoke on her behalf. While she was still in New York, there was no way she was turning down an Adam Quinlan orgasm – even if it ultimately wasn’t leading anywhere else. “Absolutely!”
Adam leaned forward and suddenly kissed her hard. “Amy, I can’t stop thinking about you, sweetheart. Being in your presence makes my life seem… I don’t know, I’m not good with expressing my feelings. But you make me feel… sunny.”
Amy chuckled. “Thank you.”
He wrapped her up in his arms and they kissed passionately. Amy sunk into the moment and relished the feel of his soft lips and strong embrace. Sitting here kissing, harder and harder, was romantic as well as erotic. There was something intimate about kissing that didn’t happen with fucking… Adam’s mouth against hers was a treat to be savoured – it was as if their souls were combining, as their tongues clashed and saliva mixed.
But then something deep inside Amy flashed, and lust rushed over her body. She reached out and started to hungrily undo Adam’s shirt, revealing his gorgeous, sculpted torso.
“Yes, babe,” he whispered. “Let’s fuck.”
He reached out and unbuttoned Amy’s dress, then made his way down to suck her erect nipple, which he gently took between his lips and teased with his tongue in that sensual way that took her to the edge of climax.
“God, Adam!” she gasped, gripping the bedding and trying to stay in control.
He glanced up and threw her a grin, which stirred a confidence inside her, making her feel alive and empowered. She kissed him hard, then she gently pushed him backwards, so that he was lying down. His undone shirt was falling off his shoulders, making him look like a semi-clad model. Amy didn’t know how she’d got here, but it felt as if she’d won some sort of erotic gold medal.
She crawled over him, feeling sexy with her dress undone. He reached up and removed her bra, then she lowered her breasts over his face, inviting him to lick her nipples. Electric lust shuddered over her body and she realised she needed to fuck him properly – to feel that wonderful cock thrusting deep inside her. She reached down to unzip his trousers, then she fished out his rock-hard erection and started to move her hand up and down the shaft. He gasped with delight.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. “When we were dancing, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you hard. Satisfaction for us both.”
“Well now we can.”
Amy sat back on her heels and made sure he was watching. Then she reached up and rubbed her breasts, turning herself on and pretending she was in a porn movie just for him. She gazed down at his gorgeous cock and threw him a sensual grin.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said.
He frowned. “Done what?”
She took his erection in her hand, and leaned forward, then she rubbed it between her ample breasts, sliding it in and out of her cleavage. Adam groaned and reached out to run his hand through her hair.
Amy felt powerful. She noticed a bead of pre-cum escaping from his cock, and she dropped her head down to lick it up.
She glanced back up and saw his eyes were half-closed with lust.
“Condom?” she asked.
Adam grinned. “In my wallet.”
He pointed over to the vanity table, so Amy padded over to get it. Adam pulled off his trousers and underwear, then laid back down. Amy found the condom and took the liberty of rolling it over his hard-on herself. Then she removed her dress and crawled back over him – still wearing her panties. She straddled her thighs over his toned body, and they shared a lustful smile.
His hands gripped her hips. “I wanna see you coming hard. Your first orgasm from full penetration, right?”
Amy gasped at the thought. “Yes!”
“You’re gonna love this, sweetheart. And me too.”
Still straddling his thighs, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He reached around and rummaged his fingers in her panties, which made her feel naughty and illicit.
“Leave your panties on,” he said. “It turns me on.”
Amy could barely talk from arousal. “Okay.”