"Oh, well."
"'oh, well'? You're not going to do something about it? You're not mad or anything?"
"Been hurt worse, for a lot worse reasons."
She gave me a dirty look, and said "Come here. Let me at least wipe it off for you."
"Only if you'll sit on my lap when you do it."
She hesitated a moment, then grinned and said "Deal!" before going into the bathroom to get a damp washcloth.
I sat down, and she moved over to sit on my lap sideways. I stopped her, and shook my head, telling her "Uh-uh. Not like that."
She looked confused for a moment, then brightened up – facing me, she moved to put her legs on each side of mine before lowering herself. I put my hands on her hips, and she let me guide her over my erection; once in position, she easily lowered herself onto it until she was firmly planted in my lap, my hardness again filling her.
She had a distracted smile on her face for a little bit before she remembered why she was there, and reached around me to use the washcloth to wipe off my back. When she put her arms around me, I put mine around her, and started caressing her back before letting my hands wander down to cup her asscheeks, gently kneading them before moving on to caress her hips and run my hands up her sides. Every time she moved the washcloth, she would move on my lap, changing the way my penis felt inside her – several times, she repeated a motion when it felt good to her. While she was doing that, I continued to stroke whatever parts of her body I could reach, though my favorite was the firm, smooth mounds of her ass.
When she pulled the washcloth back around, I could see that it was visibly pink; but not too much so. Reluctantly, she started to raise herself off of me; I stopped her and asked "Think you could hit the bathroom floor from here? If you can, we'll get it later. Unless, of course, you*want* to get up…"
She shook her head, and with a grin, turned to throw the damp cloth toward the bathroom – her breasts jiggled very fetchingly when she did – and managed to hit the floor, but just barely. Giggling, she turned back to me, and asked "Now, where was I again?"
I grinned back at her, and said "I'm not sure about you, but I believe that I was right… about… HERE!" before lowering my head to take one of her nipples in my mouth, and start sucking on it. I heard her give a deep-throated moan of pleasure before she started slowly raising and lowering herself slightly on my lap, sliding herself 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.