“Could we stay in and spend the evening together? There’s enough food, right?”
I nodded. “The fridge is full of stuff. But wouldn’t you like to go for a nice dinner?”
She put her arms around my neck and pressed her breasts into my chest. My cock was already hard, but now it jerked up. “It’s just that when we go out, everyone wants a part of you. And the public Chris Luczak—while he is an amazing guy—isn’t who I want to be with tonight. I like the real you. You’re so funny and vulnerable and sweet.”
I made a mock-groan and squeezed her firm ass. “Okay, but I don’t have to cry and watch chick flicks, do I?”
Amanda threw her head back and laughed at my lame joke. “See, that goofy sense of humour is what I love.”
“Who’s cooking?” I wondered. “You don’t take after your mother, do you?”
“No, I won’t poison you. I’m not a pro, but I have a couple of good dishes in my repertoire. Maybe pasta? We can see what there is in the fridge.”
“Yeah, sounds good. But first...” I pulled down the tiny straps of her gown and her pale pink nipples popped out.
Amanda’s eyes went wide. “I thought you were starving.”
“I am.” I twisted my head down and started sucking hard on one nipple moulding the soft flesh into a pointy tip. She groaned and rubbed her mound against my aching cock. I attacked the other nipple, sucking and sucking until I was almost pulling her whole breast into my mouth.
“Ohhhhh, yes.” Amanda arched her back and fed me more and more of herself. I swivelled her around and laid her down on the shaggy carpet into front of the windows. Then I pulled off my sweater, t-shirt, and jeans. She lay there watching me, her nipples hard and pointing skyward and her hair spread like a halo around her beautiful face.
I put both hands on her thighs and moved the soft fabric upwards to reveal more of her pale skin. “Yeah, I’m hungry, and I wanna eat you,” I told her.
Amanda sighed. “God, yes. But only if I can eat you too.”
Seriously? Well, that was even better. “Me first though.”
The nightie was bunched around her waist now, with her erect titties above and her pretty pussy below. I pulled her smooth white thighs up and began to kiss and lick her soft folds. Amanda was moaning and writhing, but with her thighs firmly in my grip I pinned her to the carpet so I could tease her clit over and over. I lapped and sucked and blew on it, until her whole body was shaking with excitement.
“Oh yes, Chris, make me come,” she begged, her voice soft and girlish.
I sucked on her clit and then stuck my tongue deep into her. She cried out and shoved her pussy right against my face.
“More, more, I’m almost there,” she pleaded. I liked getting my calm, cool Amanda all worked up like this.
“I can’t hear you,” I teased her.
“Ugh. Please!” She raised her voice.
“What’s that?” I switched to fingering her. Her clit was swollen and glistening now.
“Please, Chris, please. Make me come!” Her voice was a hoarse shout.
“It’s too noisy in here, you need to be loud.” We could hear the roar of the ocean even through the thick glass of the windows. Then I went down on her, feasting on her soft flesh and teasing that little clit over and over. Her body froze and then she began to come hard. She screamed my name, and her body arced.
I raised myself up and lay beside her. She was quiet for a few moments.
“I don’t know whether to kiss you or kick you,” Amanda said.
“Do I get a vote?” I puckered up. She laughed and kissed me.
“Maybe the best thing would be turning the tables on you.” She moved down my body and pulled off my underwear, then began to run her tongue up and down my erect cock. Fuck, that felt amazing. She kept alternating licking, sucking, and squeezing my cock in her hands until I couldn’t tell which was which. I just closed my eyes and let her work me over until I was hovering on the edge of painful release.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming....”
She stopped everything abruptly. “Louder,” she said.
“Nuh, uh,” I muttered. I wasn’t playing this game with her. I rolled over and grabbed a condom out of my jeans.