Minding Amy

She growled in her throat, a sound that made his blood rush faster. He wanted to discover her—there were so many things he wanted to try out with her.

"Take it off," he murmured, his hands easing the jersey up.

"Someone might see," she replied, nodding at the open blinds behind the sofa.

He knelt up, reached over, and flipped the blinds shut. When he sat back down, she smiled approvingly and slowly lifted the stretch of fabric. It stroked over her hips. She rose to her knees in front of him and shimmied it off in one slow movement, her hips swayed, her breasts bouncing free of the constraint. Sebastian was riveted. The house could have been on fire and he wouldn't have noticed. Amy had his full attention.

She eased back down into the sofa, straightening her legs out, stretching them suggestively. Sebastian reached for her and ran his hand down the inside of one thigh, then back up the line of the other. Her pelvis flexed. Sebastian swallowed, the way she had moved made him solid in an instant. Her eyes were filled with naughty humor. How could he resist?

He reached between her thighs, his hand nestling in to cover the scrap of lace she wore. She moved her hips again, nudging up against him. He felt her heat, the lace scuffing gently against the palm of his hand. He was rigid with need but he wanted to take his time with this, to make it last and enjoy every second. He looped one finger over the line of lace around her hip, and eased it down. He allowed himself to scan her body.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

She whimpered, her face flushing. "You're embarrassing me."

"You'll have to get used to it." He shook his head and looked down at the tender beauty of her intimate places, his gaze following the line of her body where it curved between her thighs. He contained his urge to bury his face there, and the desperate need to press his erect cock deep inside her warmth. Instead he leaned over to trace the line of her collarbone with his mouth, kissing and tasting her, slowly moving down between her breasts.

She wriggled, whimpering, when he kissed a path across her abdomen.

He slid down to kneel in front of her and darted his tongue down into her cleft, delving lower, feeling the soft, damp flesh of her sex give way. She swore aloud. He looked up at her. Her face was flushed, her hair tousled and hanging over her face. A quiet plea escaped her open lips.

"You are very aroused, my dear." He gave a husky laugh.

"You're in a similar state yourself, if I'm not mistaken," she retorted, nodding at his fly.

"And you're surprised?" He lifted his eyebrows, accusingly. "You know," he said, with a laugh. "Now you've mentioned it, all I want to do is be inside you." He pulled his shirt over his head, casting it off.

Amy groaned, her fingers brushing against his thigh. She gave him a demanding stare. "In that case, it looks as if you'd better get on with it."

Now, his body demanded. He had to be right inside her, and soon.

Her gaze had moved down from the bare skin of his chest to the erection that sprang out from his jeans when he unzipped. He pulled his cock free, fisting the rigid shaft in front of her.

"Oh yes," she whispered

Her words pumped through him, making him fiercely proud. He ran his hand over the length of it as she watched. She was like fuel to his fire. His cock twitched with need in response to her stare.

"Turn over," he whispered.

"What?"

"Turn over, and give me a look at that beautiful derriere of yours."

The smile she gave him was blatantly naughty. Turning to kneel on the sofa, she glanced back over her shoulder at him, her lips slightly parted in anticipation.

The way she looked mesmerized him. He savored it, from the look in her eyes to the tumble of her hair over her back, down the niche of her waist, to her heart shaped bottom. Her knees were pushed into the leather, her thighs angled for balance. Her hips swayed. Sebastian swallowed.

She'd barely leaned over the back of the sofa and he'd donned a condom and knelt down behind her, then lifted her body around the waist to haul her hips back against him. He ran the swollen head of his cock back and forth between the soft damp folds of her pussy. She squirmed and gasped, her hands making fists against the back of the sofa. He increased the pressure and speed, one hand on her hip to steady himself. She began to shudder. He continued the assault, observing as her body wriggled and lurched. Then he pinned her body with his hands on her shoulders.

"Keep still," he pleaded, when her pussy lurched up against his cock. He was close to losing it. He eased inside her, his blood pounding inside hers.

"Christ, you're wet," he uttered, and eased deeper.

Amy hummed her pleasure aloud, her head falling back. He leaned over her back, his arms around her waist, holding her locked into place. He moved his face into the curve of her neck, his mouth sinking against her skin, she felt so good. He drew back then reached further inside, again and again. Each thrust made him crave more, until he was piston-like and mindless.

She met his movements, matched each rhythm, panting all the while. He could see her hands squeezing the leather upholstery, her knuckles turning white, then her cunt tightened on his length and began to spasm. She had him so deep, he struggled with it to last, or be finished. He felt the heat of her climax, and had to take charge of it.

"Don't move, please," he begged. He put his hands on her hips and began to roll back and forth, slow and deep, his body churning into hers. Amy cried out in ecstasy. Sebastian thrust home. Her head rolled back, her body clutching at him, over and over. His body stilled and he came, his cock jerking repeatedly, and for a few ecstatic moments he lost contact with everything, except the clutch of her body on his. Somewhere far, far away he heard a voice telling him it was too good, and it couldn't last, but Sebastian ignored it.