up and down on my hardness.
Cupping her breasts in my hands, I squeezed them gently as I went from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking on them, making them stand out more and more from the small, dark pink spots of her areolas.
After several minutes of this, she slowed, then stopped, telling me 'As nice as this is – and it IS nice! – I'm starting to cramp a little in my leg. Is there anything else like this we can do?'
I released her nipple from my mouth – watching as it crinkled slightly in the relatively cool air of the room – and told her 'If we move onto the bed more, you can stay on top, and just have a little more room to move around if you want.'
She grinned, and said 'I want.'
With a little pleasant trial-and-error, we figured out how to get both of us moved more onto the bed without to separate from each other. When I was flat on my back, she managed to pull her legs underneath herself, so that she was squatting over me. Leaning forward, she put her hands on my chest to steady herself. Looking into my eye, she raised herself up until the head of my penis was _just barely_ inside her. Then lowered herself again*ever* so slowly, the satisfied smile on her face telling me that she was savoring the sensation of my hardness filling her womanhood. When she was resting firmly on my pelvis again, she paused, and I reached up to cup her breasts for a bit before softly squeezing them, and pulling gently on her nipples. She pushed her chest into my hands in encouragement, and I continued playing with her mounds as she moved herself around slightly on me, discovering how it felt when I pressed against her from different directions.
I was running my thumbs over her nipples when she raised herself over me again, letting nearly three quarters of my manhood escape her warm, wet clutches before lowering herself back down. A few moments later, she did it again, then again. Before long, she'd gotten into a slow, steady rhythm of impaling herself on me time after time.
The slowness of what she was doing didn't last long, though. Over the next few minutes, the tempo increases gradually as her excitement and arousal took control of her.
Finally, the effort got to her again, and her motions began to slow down. I looked up at her and asked 'If you'd like to try something a little different?'
She grinned, and nodded her head before letting herself come to rest on me. I told her 'If you'll get on your hands and knees, I'll get behind you, and…' She expressed her understanding, and with a faint groan of disappointment, raised herself up until I came free of her, then moved her leg over so that she was on her knees next to me, waiting. I sat up, then got to my knees, the two of us shared a deep kiss before she turned around and lowered herself to her hands. I moved behind her, then forward so that my erection was resting against her butt. She looked over her shoulder at me, in complete trust, and lowered her shoulders a bit, so that her wet opening was more available to me. With one hand on her hip, I used the other to angle myself down slightly, so that the head of my penis was wedged between her labia. When she felt that I was in position, she pressed back toward me, sliding herself onto me a little ways. I put my hand on her other hip, and we each gently pushed ourselves toward the other – and both of us felt the delightful sensation of my manhood sliding into her, until I was completely buried in her in a single stroke.
I leaned forward a bit, and reached down to cup her dangling breasts, softly squeezing them before pulling on her nipples slightly. She gave an appreciative moan when I did that, and moved one of her hands to cover mine, squeezing it.
Still holding onto her breasts, I eased myself back a bit, and felt my penis sliding out of her – accompanied by a disappointed groan from Amy. I stopped when I felt the ring of muscle at her entrance around me, just behind the head, and waited a few moments before pressing myself back into her as Amy moaned her pleasure.
Over the next minute or so, I slowly speeded up my actions – but when I found that holding onto Amy's breasts made it awkward, I let them go to put my hands back on her hips so that I could more easily move in her.
Again, it didn't take me long to get into a rhythm of pistoning in and out of her; and by this time, the feeling of her tight, wet sheath sliding up and down my erection was feeling pretty damn good.
She seemed to be enjoying what*I* was doing, too – over the liquid sounds of our union, I could hear her panting her pleasure, and softly moaning her arousal.
Leaning back a bit, I changed the angle that I was entering her at – increasing the noises she was making, and letting me see how her tight opening tried to stay with me when I pulled out, only to disappear when I pushed back in. My manhood was shiny with her juices, and I could smell the distinct odor of them in the air. With all of these things helping me along, it didn't take long before I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my release wasn't far off.
Determined to get Amy off one more time, I straightened up and started moving a little more quickly in her, and a little more forcefully. From the way her insides clasped at me, I knew that she was enjoying it. I could also tell that she was getting close from the way she groaned almost continuously; I was glad to hear it because I knew that I wasn't far off, myself.
Finally, I felt my balls tighten up, and knew what was next – I took a couple of long, slow strokes in her, then buried myself in her as far as I could as the first spurt of my semen erupted. That must have been all she needed, because as I felt the next load start it's journey, she clamped down on me as she threw her head back in a (thankfully) silent scream of release. Again, the sensations of her vagina as she orgasmed were phenomenal – and this time, I was free to enjoy every last one of them as I pulsed load after load of sperm into her hot, wet insides.
The fluttering of her vagina kept me hard, and the incredible tightness of her as she orgasmed would have kept me from withdrawing, even if I'd wanted to. Instead, I leaned over her again, my hands next to hers, covering her body with mine as her climax gradually tapered off. When enough of it had passed, she started to shakily lower herself to the bed; I put an arm around her and helped ease both of us down, so that I stayed close to – and inside of – her.
When she was finally on her stomach, I eased my legs to the outsides of hers, so that I was crouched over her.
After a bit, she managed to turn her head enough that we could share a kiss before she told me 'Clara Hawkes was right – you are *something*. I don't think she meant it quite this way, though!', with a giggle. I laughed, and told her 'You seem to have done pretty well yourself, there, Agent Jones.'
She kissed me again, and answered 'It wouldn't have been possible without you.'
We lay there like that for another couple of minutes before my penis finally softened enough to pull free of her. When it did, she got a surprised look on her face, and said 'THAT part I'd forgotten about – the getting sticky and feeling, um, drafty, when it's over.'
I nuzzled her ear, and said 'If you'd like, I'd be happy to share a shower with you – that would pretty much solve both problems, I think.'
She all but purred as she told me 'I'd love it.'
It was a considerably changed Amy Jones that walked next to me as we headed in to share a steamy, playful shower. About halfway through it, I was industriously lathering up her breasts as she did the same for my penis when she gave a sudden start before looking in my eyes to tell me 'I just realized: this is the first time in my LIFE that I've done anything like this – and I'm actually
'Done anything like what?' I asked.
'Taken a shower with a guy. Been naked with him with the lights on.
Just STOOD there while he played with my tits. Not just had my hand on his penis, but actually*played* with it. Laughed and joked and had FUN with him afterwards.'
'Amy, that's what love is all about.'
She suddenly got serious, and looked into my eyes as she asked 'Do you love me, then?'
I kept her gaze, and answered 'Of course I do, Amy. I'm not going to dump Lucy for you and run off to Mexico or anything, but yes, I love you.'
She shook her head, and answered 'No, I didn't expect anything like that, and I wouldn't want it, anyway. I just wanted to know that somebody loved me, was all.'
This time, it was MY turn to look into HER eyes as I told her 'Amy, I'm not the only one. Lucy loves you, for who you are, and for what you do. Robyn loves you for the same reasons, as does Sandra. I'm sure that there are plenty of other people that love you, too – and if you'll look around you, you'll know who they are.'
