Amy shivered and let out a little moan.

James asked, “Are you cold?  I can turn off the fan.”

She shook her head and rested a hand on his chest when he prepared to rise.  “I’m not even close to cold.  If anything, I’m a little overheated.  I’m still tingling from coming so hard.”

He didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound vain or tasteless, so he nodded and let his fingers trace soft circles on her side.

That gave rise to another, far more content-sounding moan.  “I think I need another drink, though.”

She reached up and slipped a hand behind his head.  He happily leaned in for a brief, soft kiss.  When their lips parted, she turned and reached for the tumbler of cold water.  Upon trying to pick it up, it slipped out of her still-weak hand.  She let out a snort and shook her head before gripping the tumbler with more determination.

“God, you got me good,” she said, and twitched her eyebrows before popping the top and taking a long drink.

When she put the tumbler down, she glanced at the headboard, and gave it a little tap with her fingertips.  “Is this real wood?”

“Yes, but I got it cheap from a scratch and dent wholesaler.  There are a couple of little imperfections, like a tiny split in the poster of the footboard.  Almost everything I own came from there.”

“Did my dad turn you on to that?” she asked.

“That’s where we met, actually.  We were both looking at the same bedside table.  I couldn’t make up my mind between two different ones, but he was dead-set on one of them.  I didn’t see any need to fight when I was just as happy with that one.”  He gestured toward the glass-topped table where her tumbler was sitting.  “So, I let him have it.”

“And he offered you a job?”

James shook his head and laughed.  “No, he was too busy enjoying his victory.  We ended up there at the same time a month later, and got to talking.  One thing led to another, and it was hard to pass up a job where I get access to new machines and get to work for an old college buddy.  I’d been working out at the Y, because I didn’t see the need to spend any more money on a gym.”

“You and Marlon went to college together?”

“Same frat, but he was two years ahead of me.”

“What was your major?”

“I honestly didn’t know what I wanted to do, so I majored in nutrition, since I was at least interested in that.  Going to college and graduating was more or less an order from my parents.”

Amy smiled brilliantly and chuckled.  “Same here.  I’m majoring in business, because I have no idea where I want to end up.  A business degree can fit in a lot of places, you know?”

“That’s what my dad wanted me to do, for exactly that reason.  I knew I’d fail on the graduation part if I tried.  I ended up with a degree and a higher GPA than I ever managed in high school, so he was happy enough.”

Amy looked like she was about to say something, but stopped herself.  Her brow furrowed for a moment, and then she abruptly caught his eye again.  “I know this is so rude, and so nosy, but...”  She gestured around the room.  “Even scratch and dent...”

“Yeah, not on what your dad pays me,” James agreed, and laughed.  “That was the incentive to actually graduate.  I had a big college fund.  The deal was that if I graduated with a degree, the rest was mine.  It’s well-invested, so I can live comfortably on an annual distribution as long as I don’t go crazy and keep a job with healthcare.”

“Okay, that makes sense.  It’s been eating me ever since you said you lived here.  I know what Melanie pays.”  She laughed.

“Yeah, if I was trying to live here on what I make, I might be able to survive with a second-hand twin mattress on the floor and stolen milk crates for furniture.”

They both laughed at that, and Amy laid a hand on his abdomen.  He’d gone soft as they relaxed and chatted, but her touch, as innocuous as it was, set off a chain reaction.  Blood rushed to his loins, setting his manhood to rising.

Amy noticed.

Soon enough, they were kissing and caressing.  Their passions rose quickly, and James surrendered to a siren song that he’d been thinking about ever since that first night in the shower with her.

Amy gasped and moaned when he pulled away from a fiery kiss and began to trace pecks down her neck.  He could feel her shiver, and the resultant goosebumps beneath his lips.  He kissed her shoulder and groaned as he moved lower, letting her feel his hot breath on her skin.  She whimpered when he kissed the upper swell of her right breast, and then again when his lips fell upon her skin just above the nipple.

Then at long last, he suckled upon one of the small, turgid points that had enthralled him since his first sight of them days ago.

Amy moaned and tousled his hair, then slid her hand down his back.  James sucked her nipple softly, massaging it with his lips and giving it the barest brushes of his slippery tongue.  When he increased the pressure – sucking harder – she drew in a shuddering gasp, and her nails pricked his back.

James lifted a knee and gently lowered it into the narrow part just above her knees.  She widened the gap, allowing him to put his knee down on the mattress.  He released her nipple, kissed the inner swell of her left breast, and then did the same to the twin spot on the right.

Before moving on to her other nipple, he indulged another whim.  He swiped his tongue over the prominent bumps that formed a near perfect circle not quite midway between the edge of her areola and her nipple.  Eleven, he silently counted after completing a circuit, and then slurped her right nipple between his lips.

The feeling of her firm breast beneath his lips and her fingers gliding over his skin in a feather-light caress made him want to suck hard – to draw her whole areola into his mouth – but he refrained.  The whole point of coming back to his place was so that they could take their time, and he meant to fulfill that promise.

He worshiped her right breast with his lips and alternately flickering and slathering tongue, then moved back to the left.  He didn’t leave the right unattended this time.  Instead, he squeezed while tantalizing the stiff point with the tip of his pointer finger.

Amy moaned and squirmed beneath him, but the sounds were beginning to take on a tinge of need.  She wasn’t the only one.  He’d sated this long-delayed desire – for now – and another took precedence.

She gasped when he sucked hard and pinched his lips tight around her nipple, and then again when he pulled away until it slipped from his lips with a slurping pop – making her breast quiver.  James looked up into her eyes, and then lowered his lips to her tummy.

“Oh,” she whimpered from the first touch of his lips below her breasts.  “Oh,” she repeated when he kissed lower.  Her legs drifted apart as he moved the knee between them toward the foot of the bed.

“Oh yes,” she cried – her voice rising – when he kissed over her navel.

A mirthful combination of a yelp and a giggle greeted him when he flicked and slathered his tongue in the little oval.  Her abdominals tightening gave him a delightful reminder of how fit she was.

James scooted toward the foot of the bed one last time, and playfully nuzzled his nose in the triangle of curls on her mound.  His cock throbbed hard when the scent of her need tickled his nose as much as the hairs.  The moment he inched his fingers between her legs and the mattress, her knees bent and parted wide.

“Oh god yes,” Amy cried as his tongue parted her nether lips.

He drank deep from her tangy libations.  The taste and the hot scent of her need were just as intoxicating as the first time.  His cock throbbed as chills ran up and down his spine.  James’ tongue slathered over her, leaving not one inch of her unexplored.

Amy squirmed, whimpered, and moaned from his ministrations.  He cut his eyes up while in the midst of rolling her clit with his tongue to see her squeezing her breasts.  He sucked her sensitive button and a smile attempted to curl his puckered lips when one of her hands snapped to the mattress and clawed at the bedclothes.

James was immersed in her, and only drifted deeper when her squirms turned into writhing, and her whimpers mixed with yelps.  She got wetter than any woman he’d ever been with, and the physical evidence of her intense arousal combined with the delectable vintage of her nectar to leave him positively inebriated.

He’d experienced her rise into rapture often enough over the last few days to recognize the cues it was coming.  While he couldn’t see the flush he expected was darkening her cheeks, he could feel the turn toward sharper, jerkier movements in her writhing.  Her cries elevated to a more piercing pitch as well.  She was climbing her mountain of pleasure, and he was ready to help carry her to that summit.

His brow furrowed when she pushed on his head just as he was certain she was on the precipice of release.

“I need you.  Please.  I need you inside me,” she begged.

That set off a contest of competing desires. With his face between her smooth thighs and the taste of her sweet young pussy on his lips, he wanted nothing more than to bear down and deliver her to the heights of ecstasy.  However, her pleading to be filled couldn’t be ignored, and his erection was most certainly siding with her.

With the greatest of reluctance, he let her clit slip from his lips and planted his hands on the mattress.

Amy reached down and splayed her labia as he rose to his knees, beautifully exhibiting the pale pink and glistening interior to his delighted eyes.  James took his cock in hand as he edged in, and centered the swollen, purple head on the tight iris of her canal.

Her back arched and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as his hardness invaded and stretched her.  A croak finally escaped her tight throat and was rapidly followed by a gasp when nearly half of his cock was enveloped by her tight and slippery walls.  A high and abrupt sound reminiscent of a chirp sounded as his balls brushed against her skin.  She drew in a deep, urgent, and noisy breath as he withdrew.

James reined in his baser instincts, slowly pumping his hips.  Each measured thrust wrested a shrill cry from her, and by the third, her remarkable wetness was trickling down his balls.  Her fingers fitfully plucked at her clit as she huffed for breath between cries.

Their eyes met – hers wide and filled with a promise that lingered capriciously just out of reach.  The next time his cock filled her full, those beautiful orbs rolled up in her head and she loosed an almost mournful sounding wail.

James growled from the viselike grip of her walls clenching around him.  Amy bucked in her throes, her back arching so sharply that often all he could see of her head was her chin and throat.  Her tightly clenched fists had gathered up the comforter, pulling the edges away to expose the sheet beneath.

He continued his slow plumbing of her depths, elated to have sent her into such an acute state of beautiful agony.  Though her mouth was wide open and her jaw trembled, the only thing that escaped were thin, wheezy sounds between hastily drawn breaths.

That ended abruptly with a shrill scream and her legs suddenly trapping him.  One of her heels dug into his ass, and he leaned forward.  As soon as he was within reach, her hands slapped into his back, and she pulled him down atop her.  Her heels then dug into the small of his back.  A long moan of unmistakable and profound relief escaped her as he held himself above her on his elbows.

For a few seconds, she trembled as though an earthquake had erupted within her – her pussy squeezing so tight around his buried cock as to give him fleeting illusions of it being pinched off.  When the rumbling ebbed, her grip on him also relaxed.  Her feet slid down over his butt and thumped to the bed.  Though her arms remained wrapped around him, the talons her hands had curled into straightened.

James remained still save for his cock, which continued to throb inside her in response to the contractions of her walls.  Her eyes, which had looked unfocused and almost confused at first, began to shine as she settled down from the aftershocks of her orgasm.  She smiled, and then quietly shook with laughter.  He chuckled with her, and brushed his fingers against her cheek.

Amy coughed, and then swallowed hard, prompting him to ask, “Do you need a drink?”

She answered with the slightest shake of her head, and said, “No, I need more.”

His cock responded with powerful throbs, and she moaned.  She continued to hold him, so he slipped his arms beneath her back, and one down to her butt.  With their hot skin in close contact, he began to work his hips.

The position meant that he could manage only half strokes, but it was more than enough.  Her tight young pussy had just the right amount of slippery friction to delightfully milk him as they undulated on the bed.

He strangely felt no need to rush.  He humped atop her in slow, sinuous motions, reveling in her quiet whimpers.  They had no need for words.  Their bodies were speaking louder than any encouragement they could have uttered.  The minutes ticked by in sweet bliss as they virtually merged into one.  Skin to skin.  Need for need.

As the warm itch swelled within the head of his cock, he moved faster.  The first harder, fast thrust made Amy yelp, but it was followed by a delighted groan.  Looking into her eyes, he could see the flush once more rising in her skin, and hear her mounting pleasure in her whimpers.

Despite that, his own progress toward an eruption was accelerating.  He knew that she was getting close, but he was steadily losing hope that he would last long enough to see her to paradise.  He clenched his teeth and growled as he attempted to will his semen to stay tightly confined for just a little longer.

It wasn’t working.

Amy must have learned the signs he was on the edge as well as he’d learned hers, because she said, “Yes.  Do it.  Come in me.  Fill me up.”

He really didn’t have a choice.

Primal instinct took over, and he frantically humped her.  One of her hands slid down from his back, and between her legs.  He could feel her knuckles brushing against his skin as his cum surged up.

James bellowed as he erupted into her clinging canal.  The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt before.  There was something lest biting, but no less momentous in that first powerful ejaculation.  It repeated again when he pulsed, coating her walls in his cream a second time.

Amy cried, “Oh!  I feel it!  I feel it!  I...”  She trailed off and erupted into a warbling cry of ecstasy as she came with him.

They were as one.  Bodies and emotions and orgasms all entangled together.  He had no idea how long he remained in a rapture-fueled fog, pulsing in time with the clenching of her climaxing, cum-filled pussy.  He barely even understood how he eventually ended up lying on his back next to her – fighting for breath.

Clarity finally returned when she snuggled in next to him, moaning in contentment from the afterglow of her orgasm.  With her head resting on his shoulder, her arm lying across his stomach, and her breasts touching his skin, he found himself moaning as well.

It felt heavenly.  It felt comfortable.  It felt right.

Of course, that also made it feel just a bit dangerous, considering who she was.

But that was a thought for another time as he curled his arm around her and accepted the sweet surrender of the moment.