She knew that this was the night that they would finally be able to share the passion, which they both had kept inside for each other. He had taken her to an elegant restaurant for dinner, like a normal date, acting as if he had no idea what it would lead to. Even though they both knew too well what was going to happen. But she was going to make him wait for it as much as she could. Making small talk about their day and flirting with each other. In a way, it was arousing her even more as he flirted with her. James always knew what to say to get her excited and that was exactly what to say to get her so excited. Sometime when she would listen to him, she could feel herself getting so close to an orgasm without her even touching herself. And tonight was no exception. After dinner they went to a small tavern where they sat sipping white wine in a small booth at the far end of the room, away from everyone's eyes. Amy sat across from him, the booth was so small that she could easily reach over and touch him without any effort if she wanted. And on course by now, that was exactly what she wanted to do. Her eyes stared at him with such a fiery longing in them, one that he was able to see and acknowledge right away.
"What are you thinking, my love?" James said in a soft voice.
"I think you already know what I am thinking about." she said in a flirtatious tone as she giggled slightly.
He just smiled that same smile that made her heart race even more when he would look at her. She was deeply in love with him, as he was with her. Willing to do anything for him, for her true love and tonight she would be able to prove it. James said nothing at first, just looked at her as if he had no idea what she was getting at. But the look in his eyes told another story, which he was not willing to reveal it just yet. That sense of mystery, which he was bringing about, making her want to know what he was thinking at that moment. What intensity his desire he had for her?
"Tell me, what are you thinking about?" he said leaving towards her.
She could feel her face burning with embarrassment, for never before had she ever felt such feelings like these and finding herself so freely to express them. But she was able to do that with him, feeling so relaxed around him, able to say anything that was on her mind. As she looked at him, she could feel the love for him growing even stronger with every beat of her heart. Right now, she couldn't even think about what to say to answer him. Amanda loosened the black trench coat that she was wearing, giving him a bit of view of her ample cleavage as she leaned toward him. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, the only thing was that she felt there was something inside of her that wanted to say something though. Wanted to play a game of seduction with him, to see how long he could last before he would want to go to the motel room that they had rented.
"I'm thinking about you, darling. How much I want you." She said in a seductive tone.
Then she slid herself out of her side of the booth and over to him. Then sat down on his lap her hands resting on the back of the back of his neck. She gazed into his hazel eyes as the excitement inside her started to build. It was then that she started to wonder if it wouldn't be her that would crack from the temptation, rather than him. She opened her trench coat, showing him the low cut blouse and short skirt that she was wearing, knowing that it would entice him. And just from the look in his eyes, she could tell that it was. He could see the straps of the black bra that she was wearing underneath it, as his smile grew even wider. She leaned over to the side of his head, her lips nibbling on his ear, letting him feel her hot breath on it.
"I am wearing the black thongs that you love to see me in." she said and then giggled slightly.
"How can I be sure that you really are?" he said in a playful tone.
Amy knew exactly what he was getting at, but wasn't sure if she was willing to prove it to him. For a moment she just sat there on his lap, her eyes gazing into his, as she could feel her heart pounding even faster. Feeling his hand resting on her thigh, his fingers slowly moving up it, disappearing underneath the fabric of the skirt.
"James…people can see us. What if we get caught?" she whispered as his touch started to excite her.
"Don't worry, no one is looking. And anyway, the only thing that could happen is that we could get kicked out of this bar. No big deal, because we don't come here anyway." He whispered in her ear.
What he said was true, still she felt uncomfortable about what they were going to do. But there was nothing that she could do now. In a way, she longed to feel his touch there, as the dampness started to grow in between her legs. She could feel his finger touching her clit through the thin fabric of her thong. Moving over her, each stroke exciting her even more, but she found herself unable to relax and really enjoy it. For she felt as if people were watching her and she wasn't going to put on a show for anyone.
"Please stop. This isn't fair." She begged as her breath became so heavy.
"What? I wouldn't say that it roles were reverse." He said jokingly.
"Oh really?" she said looking at him with a wicked grin on her lips.
She moved slightly off his lap, as her hand reached down and touched his crotch. Feeling his ridged member pressing through the fabric of his pants. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled out his member, her fingers moving over his shaft as his body jumped slightly. Her hand gripped his shaft as she started to stroke it, her playful grin growing even wider.
"Oh Amy…I don't think…." He started to say.
"What's wrong James? You can do it to me…but I can't do the same to you? How does this make you feel?" she whispered seductively in his ear.
Her hand yanked his member, making her feel so naughty and alive at the same time. The only thing that could stop her right now was for him to tell her to stop. She felt such excitement flowing through her, more than she had ever felt before. For a moment, he didn't say anything about her stopping as his eyes widened with uncontrolled desire.
"I…I think that we should get back to the motel room now." He said in a shaky voice.
"If you say so darling." She replied as she placed his manhood back in his pants and zipped his pants up.
She couldn't believe that she had let herself do something like that, but she had and it felt so wonderful to let herself go like that. The only thing that she was not sure of was what she would do when they got back to the motel room. In a way though, she couldn't wait.
When they got to the room, Amy sat James down in a chair across from the queen size bed as that same playful grin appeared on her lips.
"What would you like me to do for you James? How can I please you?" she said softly.
"Do what you want. I want you to be relaxed and not feel pressured into doing anything that you wouldn't want to." He said.
For a moment she just looked at him in silence, and then said. "I want you to just sit here and watch me. I want to see how long you can go before you can no longer take it."
"You want to play a little game…I see." He said smiling. "Ok, let's see how long I can take it."
Slowly she backed away from him, her eyes staying focused on him, as she slowly started to undress, dropping them to the floor. When she got down to her black bra and matching thong that he had not seen her in before. Amy felt so vulnerable and naked in front of him, which in a way brought about a new level of excitement within her. She lay down on the bed, her ankle length amber hair spread of the white sheets, her eyes gazing at him so lovingly. She brought her hands up to her body and let them roam. First just by feeling her skin, letting her fingers run over her pale skin. Letting her fingertips ghostly move over her stomach, her thighs, her chest…
Moving over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden against the silk lace of her bra. At first she just played with them through her bra, relishing in the pleasure and burning wantonness which it was bringing, but gradually she became impatient. She took off her bra and threw it to the floor, her hands moving over her breasts so slow and lovingly. Running her palms over her hardened nipples, as she gave out a slight moan. Her hands continued to move over her body, her moans continued to grow, before she could stop it. When she heard her voice like that, the normally light tone thick with lust, caused things down below to tighten, creating new sensations for her.
Her hand drifted lower, fingers lingering at the waistband of her panties, hesitating, till finally shimming out of the piece of fabric all together. Leaving the triangle between her legs bare to the room and she playfully let her hands play over the smooth flesh there. Amy wanted to hold her moans back but found it harder to do so, finding herself already wet. Usually playing with her breasts didn't entice such a quick response. She was already slick, her one hand playing with her swollen clit, while the other one obscenely groping a breast. Then she looked over at James who sat there in amazement by the display that she was performing. Just from the look on his face, she could tell that this was something that he never thought he would see her do. Knowing that he had been watching her the whole time intensified the excitement that burned within her. Slowly she got off the bed, naked, making her way toward him. When she stood right in front of him, she fell to her knees, her hands spreading his legs and then unfastening his pants. Pulling them down to his ankles, she then grabbed his hard member. She then lowered her head down to it, taking him her mouth. She gasped for breath as she fed his manhood down her throat. Her head moving up and down slowly at first and then moving faster, while her hand fondled his balls, making him moan. The knowledge that she was giving him such pleasure excited her even more, making her sex even wetter. Her teeth lightly grinding against his shaft, as she felt the vibrations of his body. Knowing that soon he would not be able to hold back soon, and that was something that she could not let happen. Slowly, she lifted her head up and looked at him.
"Come to the bed, I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me." She begged.
James did as she said, after removing his clothes, and then laid his body on top of hers, his lips pressed against hers. Kissing her so passionately, knowing that he was at the point now where he could no longer resist her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him and there was nothing that was going to stop them from doing so. She parted her legs, inviting his into her sex. It was then she felt his penetration, thrusting deep within her, making her moan louder as her hands rested on his back. Her nails scratched the flesh of his back as he rode her with such lustful enthusiasm. She begged him not to stop, to continue to make her feel such passion, which she had never felt with any other man before. He continued to ride, her legs wrapped around his thighs, forcing him deeper into her. Till finally she felt him explode within her, draining his liquid essence into her womb. When his ended, hers began, flooding through her body as she screamed out in such ecstasy. Their bodies laid there, his now limp member still inside her, her vaginal muscles gripping it so tightly. He gazed into her eyes, as they smiled at each other. Then he kissed her passionately, their arms wrapped around each other.
"I love you Amy, my darling. I am so happy that I have you to share my life with." He whispered in her ear.
"I love you too James, just as much. " She whispered as she kissed him again.
Knowing that the years ahead, would be filled with such passion if not more than what they had just shared.