Minding Amy

"I wanted to carry on where I'd left off," he added, and cupped her pussy through her pants for good measure.

She wilted against him, her weight centering on his palm. The heat coming off her made his cock throb. He walked her back against the bed, hand squeezing her pussy all the while. Grappling her hands over his shoulders, she moaned and rounded her eyes at him.

"On your back," he instructed.

She hesitated.

He squeezed her pussy again. Her body shivered violently and she buckled at the knees. With a low curse, she dropped back onto the bed and stared up at him. With her weight resting on her elbows, her nipples jutted out at him, nut-hard.

"Better," he commented, and bent to undo the laces on her walking boots. He clasped her ankles as he lifted them out of the boots, and pulled off her little socks.

She glared at him. "If I'd have known you were so bloody cocksure and bossy I never would have—"

"What?" he interrupted, while he opened his belt buckle. "Thrown yourself in my lap?"

"Yes." Her gaze dropped to where his fingers were unbuttoning his fly. "No. I mean no!" Her cheeks flamed.

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r was too good.

She watched as he stripped. Before he took off his jeans, he pulled a condom from his wallet and threw it on the bed beside her. She pursed her lips as she glanced at it, then returned her attention to his undressing. He dropped his jeans and jockey shorts and stepped out of them. She murmured her approval, and there was a deeply pleasured timbre to the sound. The way she stared at his cock made him harder still.

"Look at the state you've got me in," he said as he approached, wanting her to look some more.

"I'm not complaining about it, are you?" She looked positively wanton, regarding him with a mixture of longing and appraisal.

His balls tightened.

She gasped when his fingers found her waistband and pulled at the fly on her combats. When he had them off he pushed past her underwear, finding his way into her intimate warmth. "You're so hot."

She flushed, and her eyes reflected the heat. His fingers slid into the warm soft curves of her most sensitive places. Her breathing altered, speeding. He was painfully hard, throbbing urgently, but he wanted to explore her some more. He eased his finger inside the groove of her pussy. She breathed even quicker, her mouth opening in response to his penetration.

"And you're very wet," he added.

She nodded, her eyelids lowering.

She whimpered with pleasure when he slid his dampened finger inside her, then eased it out again. Sebastian's blood roared. He could see it in her eyes, and he could feel it in her body. He coaxed her some more, his fingers slowly stroking back and forth over the swollen nub of her clit. She moaned and clutched at him, and he sped his actions. Her body shuddered as she came, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She was one hot siren all right, and Sebastian wanted to be inside her when she reached that point again, soon.

He withdrew his hand. His fingers were slick with her dew. He took them to his mouth and she watched and swore low, when he sucked them clean. She tasted good, like the sea and ozone, like the elements on a windswept day by the shore.

The g-string she wore was already at half-mast because of his explorations. He tugged it right off then ducked to take another taste of her, directly from her delicious cunt. With his tongue inside her he had to squeeze his cock in one hand for relief, because it pounded so heavily. The urge to be inside her was taking over.

She said his name, over and over, and when he ran his tongue up to her clit, stroking back and forth, she grabbed at him. "Please, Sebastian, please."

Lifting her legs further apart with his hands under her knees, he climbed between them. Her head rolled from side to side as he climbed over her. There were patches of color high on her cheekbones and her torso arched up from the bed. When he kissed her, she melted against him. Everything was pushed from his mind except the hunger he had for her, the deep need that could only be satisfied by uniting them in the most intimate way possible.

He had to take a deep breath to stop from rushing. This was an experience he wanted to savor. He cupped one breast, running his thumb over her hard nipples. He kissed and licked them, each in turn, and she moaned with pleasure, her fingers clutching at the bedcovers, but his need was growing increasingly urgent. He reached for the condom packet and opened it, watching as her breasts bounced gently back into place.

Her eyes glimmered as she watched him roll on the rubber. When he resumed his position with his sheathed cock against her splayed pussy, she cried aloud. Her hands ran over his hips possessively, her nails flitting lightly over his buttocks. The sensation ran ragged over his nerves. Whatever she was doing, it was already too much. He was having difficulty hanging on, and he wanted to make it last. He wanted to see her moaning with pleasure before he gave in to it himself.

"Easy now, you are such an impetuous woman." He rested his hands on her shoulders, easing her back.

She huffed a laugh at him, watching him from under lowered eyelids. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't, I promise."

Her eyes rolled and she pressed her lips together but when his hand curved around her breast, she lost the disapproval in her expression. The touch was like static between them and she moaned, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. She was so sensitized, so electric. His cock jerked, insistently. Sebastian swallowed, hard. Directing his cock, he pushed the crown inside her hot, tight opening. It felt too good. He almost came apart immediately when he eased inside and felt the firm, moist grip of her body on his. She was so slippery, and her delicious cunt gripped him in welcome, stealing his breath away for several moments.