“Good idea.” I chuckle as I pull her with me to my bedroom.
I take my time peeling her shirt over her head, then lowering the elastic band of her long bright pink skirt. She’s already stepped out of her sandals, so I’m treated to the vision of her in this lemon-yellow lace bra and panty set. If I wasn’t someone used to discipline and restraint, I might’ve come just at the sight of her. Still, the contrast of the bright yellow against her lightly tanned skin makes me crave my easel and paints.
I wish I could capture her with brushstrokes so I could keep this memory for eternity.
I become absolutely single-minded as I pop the front fastener on her bra, exposing her perky breasts, then, dropping my thumbs to her hips, bring her panties down, too. With her body revealed to me in all her glory, I bring my mouth to first one nipple, then the other, her moans of ecstasy making me feeling like a superhero.
I ease her onto the bed and spread her legs open, preparing to move to phase two with my fingers, when she stops me.
“Wh-what about you?” she pants. “You’re still dressed.”
Ah, if she wants tit for tat, I can most definitely oblige. Unceremoniously tearing off my pants, shirt, socks, and boxer briefs, I bare myself as well, my cock pointing at her like an arrow. Feeling mindless now, I barely have it in me to ask my next question.
“Like this?”
She nods. “Exactly like that.”
Any shyness gone, she sits back up and stretches out her warm palm, wrapping it around my shaft, and, shuddering, I take both her hands and push them to her sides.
“Can’t go there yet. You’ve got me right on the edge.”
I didn’t anticipate her proud smile, but that’s what I receive, one that seems to enjoy how close I am to losing it because of her. So, I lower my mouth to the magnificence between her legs and feast on her until her moans become keens, and her keens become the screams of euphoria.
“Oh, yes,” she shouts. “Yes, Sam, yes!”
The feel of her throbbing on my tongue is intoxicating, but if I get any harder, I might just explode. As she’s coming down, I move back to my dresser, rolling a condom over my length. Returning to her, I climb over her naked body and sink my cock into her deliciously warm heat.
Now I’m the one moaning and groaning.
In a blur of rhythmic thrusts that have my eyes rolling back into my head, I do my best to make her come again, but though she’s moaning, it’s not happening yet. And that’s not the standard I like to uphold.
“Switch places, baby.”
“What?”
She looks out of it. Her golden hair is mussed and all over my pillows, her lips are swollen from my kisses, and her complexion is flushed to a delicate pink. I’ve never seen a more gratifying sight in my life.
If I wasn’t so close, I’d be content to simply lay here and relish the magical connection of her body linked with mine.
“Climb up and ride me.”
Moments later, she’s the one on top, and since this enables me to not only worship that perfect handful of breasts but to enjoy her from a whole other angle. I pound into Amanda from below. As she throws her head back, I listen as her moans morph into high-pitched whimpers that should probably be illegal, but just to make sure she gets there again, I bring my thumb to her clit and stroke.
She screams again, a sound I’m now familiar with, and I let the clinch of her inner muscles steal the orgasm from mine.
Sated in a manner I can’t remember indulging in for a long time—maybe ever—I loop my arms around her and bring her head down to my chest. Disconnected but not separated, we lay there pancaked together as our breaths even out, her ear over my beating heart as I play with the long waves of her glossy hair.
Only after everything grows quieter again does she speak.
“Do you think I should go?” she asks, almost sounding meek, and while I can admit to saying yes to hookups on occasion, that won’t be happening tonight. On the surface, what we just experienced might’ve seemed like nothing but good sex, but somehow, it feels more significant than that. More important. And I’m in no hurry whatsoever for it to end.
“You’re not going anywhere. Not if I get a vote.”
“You sure?” She peers into my eyes from point-blank range, and I’m even more certain than I was seconds ago.
“Never been surer.”
I kiss her forehead tenderly then, followed by each cheek, and finally her lips. Only this isn’t the sort of kiss I’ve shared with her previously. This one is more heartfelt. It’s less about urges and lust and more about closeness and communion.