3. Stay Right There
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STAY RIGHT THERE
After pushing Amy through a series of orgasms and emptying myself into her hungry mouth, we slump together. Twisting around, I pull Amy back around to face me, and I flop boneless on the mattress. We’re both glistening with sweat from our exertions.
“Jesus,” I sigh, kissing behind her ear. “Still the best cocksucker I know.”
“You still have the tastiest cum.” Amy laughs. Her voice sounds rough as she swallows slowly, gazing at me. Her fingers comb through the hair at the back of my head, and we gaze into each other’s eyes. “That was fun.”
“More than fun,” I admit. Lying naked with her feels natural. I’m relaxed and in no hurry to leave the tangled mess of sheets. “Why haven’t we ever fucked?”
“Oh, God! We never did, that’s right!” Amy laughs, shaking her head and smiling. “We should fix that.”
My cock twitches at the thought, and I nod slowly and lean close. I kiss her again, tasting myself on her lips. She moans, pressing her tongue between my lips and tasting her juices, coating my lips and tongue as we deepen the kiss. My cock thickens against her hip while she slides her hand down, gripping, squeezing, and stroking my cock slowly. I moan as my body responds with hunger for more of Amy.
We’d done just about everything imaginable on the floor of her mother’s house except intercourse. I didn’t have any condoms, and she wasn’t ready to cross the line. For all of the filthy things we’d done to each other’s bodies, we’d kept ourselves technically chaste. However, when Amy returned, she stopped our fun with newfound religious zeal from bible camp. Amy left town when her mom moved to the university town a few weeks later. We’d never fought or argued, and I even took her to a winter dance at her new high school.
Life changed when I started college, and I was busy with ROTC and studying. We grew apart; we’d have lost touch entirely if it weren’t for social media. She’d friended me on Facebook, and we’d exchanged words via chat.
Leah, Paige, and other high school acquaintances friended me, too. If you went to high school together, being friends on social media was the norm. I wasn’t as close to Paige and Leah; they were a year behind me and always busy with sports. They’d seemed inseparable, and the fact that they were now married wasn’t that much of a surprise.
Kissing Amy again feels like returning home. Our mouths, tongues, and heads move instinctively, dancing to the song our bodies feel. My cock stiffens back to life with the strokes of her fingers. I cradle the back of her head with one hand while squeezing her round ass with the other. Her soft moans trigger my deeper growls as our bodies writhe slowly against each other. Her rigid nipples press against my chest, inducing me to part the kiss and nibble along her jaw and down her neck. I keep kissing lower, licking her skin until I pull the hard point between my lips, sucking it deep into my mouth.
“Ffffuck, Kurt,” Amy moans as her fingers rake through my hair. “Your mouth is fucking magic.”
I grin but keep swirling my tongue roughly over her stiff bud, lapping and lightly nibbling at the base. I love the taste of her on my tongue, and my hand moves to her other breast, squeezing and kneading to tug on her other nipple. Her firm grip on my cock makes me gasp as she continues stroking. Stirring her palm over my crown, she spreads the slick precum down my straining shaft.
I moan against her breast as my other hand runs down her side and along her thigh to cup her sex. Spreading her open, I swirl my fingertip around her clit as she moans, grinding her pussy against my hand. She's drenched, and I spread her arousal with the tips of my fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl into her breast as I push one digit between her smooth petals.
“You make me that way.” Amy sighs as she tightens her grip on my hair. She tilts my head up, looking down and staring into my eyes. “I've been a mess of desire from the moment I realized it was you. I need you to fuck me. Please.”
“How can I say no to such good manners?” I grin and nod, moving to my knees inside her spread thighs.
I grasp my cock with one hand and tease the crown through her drenched lips, gathering her arousal. When my tip notches into her, I watch as I push inside her. I glance up, looking up into her eyes as her pussy sheaths my length. We moan in concert with the sensation of our bodies joining, staring into each other’s eyes. Amy’s heels slide along my ass as she presses her hands against my chest and skims down my sides to my hips. Her fingers curl into me, guiding my strokes as I flex in and out of her tightness.
“You feel so good wrapped around me,” I huff out, unable to stop staring into her eyes.
“Yes, you fit inside me so well,” Amy gasps. Her mouth opens, and our breaths sync together.
Our bodies meet and part in a steady beat. Releasing her hip, I move to her breast, cupping and kneading her soft flesh, tugging at her nipples. Amy arches her back, pressing herself into my hands as her heels dig into the backs of my thighs. She pulls at me with each stroke to fill her depths, which only edges me to move quicker and harder. My eyes finally break free from her gaze to drink in the beauty of her body under me. Everything about her feels more intense as we dance to the beat of our bodies.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Amy,” I moan, flicking my eyes back to hers, tugging on her nipples as my hips flex to a faster beat. “How are you still single?”
“Same to you, stud. Fuck you’re hot, and you know how to fuck. My god!” She grins, and when my cock hits a spot deep inside her, her eyes flare as she nods. “Fuck, right there. Do that. Keep doing that.”
I sink into the angle and grind my hips in hard, firm strokes as she keeps nodding under me. Her teeth dent her lower lip, and her eyes drift closed before snapping open when I punch my hips into her. I move my hands to either side of her head, lowering to capture her lips and kiss her deeply as my hips rise and thrust. Her moans into my mouth mirror my own as I feel my balls tighten and the feeling of electricity flows up my shaft.
“Kurt!” Amy says against my lips. “Kurt, you’re gonna make me come, baby.”
“Come, Amy, fuck yeah. Fucking shatter. Give it to me. Give me everything.”
I’m babbling nonsense, but it feels so fucking good. I’m feeling things I shouldn’t over a quick fuck of a girl I last saw twenty years ago. But I can’t stop punching into her as my balls tighten and my cock throbs. Emotions swirl as I push myself to the brink.
"I'm there," I grit out, looking at her.
"Please," she says, staring at me. "Inside me. Come inside me."
When Amy’s thighs shake and tighten against my thighs, I feel her juices flowing around the base of my steely shaft. I rut and jerk my hips as I race to the finish. When my shaft pulses and jets my cream deep, I growl out instinctively.
“Mnfuck!” I grunt as Amy’s eyes widen. I feel her cunt clenching around my shaft, her mouth shut and her neck tight as she arches back. I continue to stroke into her tight, slick walls, and she falls apart again with a shriek.
“Oh! My god! Yes!”
“God has nothing to do with us,” I growl, punching my hips in deep, dropping my head to kiss her as my body stills and relaxes against her. Her hands run up and down my back as my tongue tangles with hers. Her feet slide up and down the back of my thighs. I’m still buried inside her, feeling her pussy ripple and clench while my mind dissolves into bliss.
“Stay right there,” Amy says when we part. We stare at each other, and I feel her heart beating in time with mine. “Don’t move. Please. Just stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say in a low voice, realizing my words echo the truth of my feelings. I’m right where I want to be: with Amy. So I sway over her, lowering and moving my mouth against Amy's while I’m still inside her.