Chapter 2: Amy, We Meet Again

I thought I could play it cool, but I was smitten. I called her the very next day. And every day after. We chatted more and started getting to know each other better over the week. The conversation just flowed as if we were old friends. Easy. Comfortable. But with an electric tension underneath it all.

Sunday found us meeting again at the same place, a little earlier this time. After a late lunch and a few glasses of good wine, I leaned over and said, uncharacteristically but as brazen as can be, "I'm going to reception to get us a room."

She smiled, slow and sultry, but her eyes showed a twinkle of restraint. "I'm sorry but I have to be at work early tomorrow," she said, her voice low, almost regretful.

"That's fine," I replied without missing a beat. "I'll just have to follow you home, then."

In our inebriated states, we both drove like bats out of hell to her place.

It had been many years since I'd been to Pietermaritzburg, not since those days with Emma. The once familiar roads had changed quite a bit. Housing complexes now lined the once quiet paths leading up to the nature reserve. Amy lived in one of them. A modest two-bedroom unit, minimal and tidy.

She hastily opened the garage and waved me in. PMB was nosy, she explained. Gossip moved fast. I understood exactly what she spoke of. Inside, we barely made it to the kitchen before I pressed her against the counter and kissed her. She kissed me back hard, heat rising, but pulled away and led me to the bathroom. She found towels, and we stepped into the cramped shower together.

We kept bumping into each other in that tiny cubicle, giggling like schoolkids between kisses, my cock brushing her stomach until she finally wrapped her hand around me. The laughter died instantly. Her fingers curled around my shaft, stroking me with slow, deliberate movements, her eyes locked with mine as I watched the rivulets of water roll down her perfect chest, sliding over her perfect B-cup breasts. Her nipples stood erect, and diamond hard, encircled by just slightly darker areolas the size of five Rand coins, and I couldn't resist teasing them, feeling the way they grew firm at my touch.

My hands roamed lower, across her flat tummy, over the curve of her hips, gripping the swell of her ass, deliciously round and ripe, like a peach perched atop those slender long legs. The soap made her skin slippery, impossible not to worship. When I found the slick heat between her thighs, she was drenched, not just from the water but from her own arousal. Her pussy was dripping, the thin stream of her wetness mingling with the spray and running down her legs.

But she made sure she was in control, toying with me, stroking me tighter, slowing me down every time I tried to buck into her fist, driving me crazy with the restraint she imposed (I knew I would have to get her back for this). It was driving me nuts, the way she smiled when I trembled almost painfully on the edge, as if she knew exactly how far to take me. Finally I lost it, my climax tore through me. My hands locked firmly onto the cheeks of her ass and I sank my teeth into the soft curve of her neck, biting down as the hot ropes of cum spurted against her stomach. Amy let out one of her sharp, signature inhales, that intake of breath that gave her away every time. Her free hand shot up, grabbing the back of my head, pressing me harder into her neck, whispering, "Don't stop... more... bite me again."

My left hand found her nipples, pinching and rolling them between my fingers, while my right slipped around, cupping her pussy, feeling how slick and swollen she was. I feathered her clit, then circling it just enough to make her hips rock. She trembled and moaned, on the edge of losing it completely. And just when she was about to peak, I pulled back, leaving her panting and trembling, her nails digging into my scalp as she gasped in frustration.

"We need to get out of here," I said, grabbing her hand and tugging her out of the tiny cubicle. Water still ran off our bodies as I backed her toward the fogged-up mirror, watching the droplets sliding down her curves, highlighting every perfect line of her. She stumbled with a laugh, but her eyes were blazing, lips parted, chest rising and falling with that hungry, restless breath of hers. Desire still smoldering within her core.

She dried off and made her way to the bedroom. She was rifling through her cupboard for clothes when I stepped in, dropped to my knees. I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around. She squealed when my face met her pussy, and I began to devour her.

Her taste was sweet and fresh. The scent of soap still lingering on her skin. Her moist pussy inflamed, hot and responsive. I licked and teased, long strokes up and down her slit, forcing her legs to part and dragging the flat of my tongue from her swollen entrance all the way up to the hood of her clit. When I dipped lower again, I pressed my mouth against her, angling enough so that my nose pressed into her clit with every movement. She writhed, her nails clawing at my shoulders, desperate for more. While I was doing this, I gently began to work the first segment of my thumb into her ass. I pulled almost all the way out, feeling the tight ring of her asshole grip at the edge, then pushed back in slowly, deliberately, making her gasp sharply before it evolved into a moan that came from deep in her chest. Every thrust of my thumb made her asshole clench down, a twitching spasm that only served to spur me on. Her hips swung forward violently as he finger nails dug deeper into my flesh. With every thrust of those hips my tongue slurped at her lips greedily, lapping up the juices flowing into my mouth, savoring every drop. But she was so soaked, so turned on, that I couldn't catch it all. The overflow spilled down her milky thighs, rivulets of her arousal tracing down her skin while I consumed her essence.

Suddenly and without warning I felt her legs give. Totally limp, trembling, and useless. I had to hold her up, propped by one hand gripping the curve of her lovely ass and my thumb still buried in her tight little butt. She clung to me, gasping, shuddering, on the edge of collapse. Eventually she managed to push me back, fending off my tongue with shaking hands, eyes wide and glassy.

"It was too much," she finally managed to blurt out.

She stumbled to the bed, collapsing onto her back, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her pussy glistened, swollen and dripping, the aroma of her sex filling the room. She locked her eyes on mine, breath ragged, her voice suddenly stripped of playfulness. In a low, serious tone she begged, "Fuck me now."

I lined up my cock and slid into her velvet glove. Not tight, but warm, wet, and unbelievably inviting. I started slowly, savoring the gentle friction, letting her hips meet mine with every searching thrust. She whimpered, chest rising and falling fast, and I swear I felt her pulse in the soft grip of her pussy, urging me deeper, spurring me on.

Gradually, I set a rhythm, slow and deliberate at first, then harder, punishing strokes that made her arch and cry out. I pinched her nipples hard, rolling them between my fingers, and her moans turned into ragged whimpers. Just as she was about to peak, I pulled out, denying her just long enough for frustration to twist her body into wild, desperate tension.

Her head snapped up, eyes wide and glassy. "What... Whyyyy? What are you doing?" she gasped, half pleading, half frustrated. A contorted look of confusion on her beautiful face.

I took my time as I got down and knelt between her thighs, my hot breath wafting over her swollen clit. Red, sensitive, and begging for attention. I took it between my lips, flicking my tongue fast, then circling and teasing. She bucked violently while letting out moans that got louder. My fingers found her pussy, curling and pressing against her g-spot as she writhed, hips bucking against me, fingers digging into the sheets. Her orgasm was building like a storm, every stroke and clench pulling me in, until suddenly I pulled away, leaving her trembling and gasping.

She jolted up on her elbows, hair plastered to her cheeks, eyes wild. "Noooooo! Don't you dare," she whimpered, voice cracking with need. "Please... please don't stop."

I smiled against her thigh, inhaling her scent, almost tasting the tension coiling in her body. This time, there would be no teasing. I positioned myself over her, lined up and slipped my cock into her. I drove hard and deep, her pussy clamping around me, hot and desperate, and she wrapped her long legs around me, locking me, drawing me fully into her depths. I wasn't going to escape this time. I drove in and out of her ruthlessly, burying myself as deep as I could, but her body had other plans. Her hips jerked, muscles clenching uncontrollably, pussy spasming around me as wave after wave of orgasm blasted through her. She jerked violently, nails clawing at my arms. I felt her nails tearing my skin, her teeth bit her lower lip. Her back arching in frantic pleasure.

She shoved me away, breathless, panting, too sensitive to take another stroke, and I let go, still slick and warm against me. Eventually she collapsed onto the bed, spent and trembling, hair plastered to her cheeks, eyes half lidded, chest heaving. Her legs splayed, the petals still slick and glistening, and I watched as the last shivers ran through her body, every tremor a testament to the intensity she had just lived endured. She was utterly undone, her need sated, utterly mine in that moment of delicious exhaustion.

Her eyes were wide, still glassy, her chest heaving. "What the hell was that?" she whispered.

I brushed a strand of hair off her damp cheek and kissed her softly. "That," I murmured against her lips, "was me bringing out your magic."

She blushed, the glow in her cheeks mirrored by the warmth still between us. Her chest rose and fell; lips parted like she couldn't find the right words.

"Nobody's ever done anything like that to me," she whispered finally, her voice fragile in the soft light.

"What do you mean?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

"The teasing. The way you held me back. Like you wanted me to feel every second. Men usually just... take. You didn't. You made me wait. You made me want it so badly it hurt."

I grinned. "And you liked that?"

She gave a breathless laugh. "It was torture, but I fucking loved it. You turned me inside out."

"Good," I said. "I wanted you to remember it."

"Oh, I will," she whispered, curling closer, her leg draped over mine. "That was... dangerous. Like I'll compare everyone else to that forever."

I felt her nails rake lightly down my arm as she adjusted over me, and I flinched ever so slightly.

"Hey..." I murmured, brushing my fingers over the shallow scratches. "You really don't hold back with those claws, huh?"

She looked up at me, sheepish but mischievous. "I know," she admitted, biting her lip. "I get... carried away. I like leaving my mark."

I smiled, holding her gaze. "I get that... but I want you to know I'm not into it. Not in a rough way."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in, brushing her lips against my cheek. "I didn't realize I was doing that... I just got caught up in the moment. I like feeling like I can get under your skin."

I cupped her face gently. "I like you, all of you. Just... gently, please."

She nodded, eyes glimmering, and kissed me softly. "Okay. I'll try."

I traced her hip, my palm sliding over her ass. "You know what drives me wild about you? Everything. The way you move, the way you talk, the way your eyes sparkle when you're excited."

She smiled, her lower lip slightly swollen. "Yeah?"

"You're slim in that way that hides nothing. Long legs, elegant hands, like you were made for slow touches." I ran my hand down her hip. "And this ass... fuck, Amy. It's perfect. Sculpted for admiration."

She laughed, husky and genuine, fingers tracing down my arm. "Do go on."

"And your breasts? Just enough. A perfect handful. They fit so beautifully in my palms, like they were designed to be held, licked, bitten."

Her eyes danced with mischief, lips curving as she whispered, "So... was that thumb in my bottom part of the 'adoring' package?"

I chuckled. "That's an optional extra."

Her laugh spilled out, then softened into something breathless. "Gosh... no one's ever done that to me before." She bit her lip, cheeks flushed. "And I've never... you know... gone further. Anal. Not once." Her innocence coming through.

I brushed a kiss across her temple, my voice low and steady. "I'd never coax you into anything. But if you wanted to try..."

She cut me off with a wicked little smile. "With you? I think I might." Her nails grazed my chest, teasing. "Not tonight. But someday."

Her expression softened, suddenly serious. "When my legs gave way... when I just went limp, trembling... I had to stop you. It was too intense, too overwhelming. My body couldn't handle it all at once. I felt... like I was going to explode from the pleasure. I wasn't stopping because I didn't want it. I was stopping because I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I had to catch my breath, catch myself."

I pressed closer, smiling against her damp cheek. "You caught me by surprise too. I was literally holding you up with a hand on your ass and a finger in your ass, and you just went... all at once. I didn't expect it, and I swear, I couldn't stop marveling at you."

I held her closer, the admission hanging between us like a promise. She curled into me, lips brushing my collarbone. "You make me feel beautiful."

"You are beautiful," I genuinely told her. "And I want all I can get."

She sighed, content, skin still damp, body humming. "I want more now." She said as she rose.

She shifted onto all fours over me, taking my cock in one hand and sliding over my balls, massaging with deliberate care. Her tongue trailed along the underside of my cockhead, down to the base, circling, licking, swirling with incredible precision. My toes curled, a shiver running up my legs as heat pooled in the soles of my feet.

"I... Amy..." I tried to protest, voice ragged. "I'm more of a giver than a receiver."

Her grin was mischievous, eyes dark. "You haven't come yet. And I too like giving. I want you to enjoy this."

I suggested, "Can we... 69?"

She shook her head, playful but firm. "Nope. I want you under me. I want to enjoy this cock."

I gave up, letting her take over. Her tongue worked me gently but relentlessly, and the pleasure built too fast, too intense. I groaned, struggling to keep myself upright under the sensation. Her moans vibrated through my cock, sending heat and shivers coursing through me in ways I hadn't anticipated.

"Amy... I... it's too much. I'm really enjoying it... but I need a distraction," I admitted, desperate to stretch it out.

Her eyes sparkled, understanding instantly. "Mmhmm... fine," she whispered, hips shifting as she offered her precious peach to me. My head tilted slightly, and my tongue drifted, grazing the sensitive skin of her taint, just barely circling her asshole. She gasped sharply, hips jerking, a fleeting reaction that told me she liked it.

I lowered my mouth to her nectar drenched pussy, tasting her sweetness as she continued her teasing strokes over me. My tongue explored, licking, swirling, drawing moans from her as she rode the sensations. Her hips pressed into my face, clutching me, shivering with each stroke, while her hands worked my cock, keeping me right where she wanted me. The pitch of her moans rose. It felt amazing on my cock. Her legs started trembling as her hips began rocking, both of us bordering on the edge. I held her steady, distracting myself by her every shiver and moan.

Finally, the tension broke, and we erupted together. Her orgasm rolled through her. I could feel her muscles twitching around my mouth simultaneously as I erupted, spilling my load inside her mouth. Her lips suctioned every last drop, and I could feel the heat and tremors of her body against mine. She collapsed against me, trembling and utterly undone, her head resting on my thigh with her mouth suckling and hanging on to my softening cock like it was her connection to the world. Her tongue massaging as it twitched and shrank.

... and I thought, this woman is going to ruin me for everyone else...