She chuckled. “Fair enough.”
“What about me?” Amy’s voice over her shoulder was teasing as she leaned to look out of the window. “I know there aren’t any dishes that need doing, but…”
I took her hint, moving behind her and cupping her bare breasts in my hands. I pressed my hardness into the cleft of her bottom through her thin panties, and I heard her quiet gasp. “Oh — I don’t think I’m going to need much persuading.”
I stroked her breasts, leaned to kiss her neck, blow softly in her ear. She shivered deliciously, her nipples hardening, and I moved one hand downwards, cupping her mound through the cotton. My fingertips felt dampness, and I pressed in a little, getting a soft moan. “Oh, touch me.”
I slid my fingers inside her panties, my fingertips tangling in soft fur then moving down again. “Ohh…” Amy breathed as I found her nub, brushed it, “the panties can come off…”
I drew them slowly down to her feet, and she stepped out of them. I moved back behind her, nothing now in the way as I pressed my hardness against her. “Mm, that thing you did to Beth on our walk yesterday,” Amy remembered. “That was so sexy.”
“Want the same?” I queried softly.
A shake of her head. “I want you in me…”
She leaned forward a little more, and I shifted to press my tip against her, then slid inward until my hips met her bottom. “You two are about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I heard Beth’s voice from the table.
I began to move in Amy, hands on her breasts, and she pushed her hips back against me to match my thrusts. “Oh — mm — that feels nice…”
I drifted fingers down again, finding her nub, circling it. The warmth, wetness, around me increased, and Amy’s breathing quickened. “Ohh — yes…”
I felt myself getting close to my own release, and I moved my other hand to stroke Amy’s bottom, then let my fingers find their way into the cleft. Amy’s breath caught in her throat as she anticipated what was coming, and as I pressed a fingertip softly against her other opening, her reaction was as dramatic as I’d hoped, her muscles rippling around me, wetness running through my fingers. The sensation gave me the final push I needed, and I groaned, pushed hard into Amy once, then again, spurting warmth into her depths. “Ohh…”
Amy leaned back into me, and I wrapped my arms around her. “I think that counts as a perfect first time for the house,” I heard Beth chuckle.
“And you still haven’t taken your shoes off,” I countered teasingly.
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