Hank needed to think. As he lay on the bed in his boxers, the breeze from the opening window was blowing over him and he tried to make sense of today. He never got a chance to talk to Amy and tell her how he felt. Amy's behavior was so different today than any other time. Starting with the kiss when he first arrived, the moment in the bathroom till just a few minutes ago, what was going on?
As he lay there trying to sort things out, Amy's voice called out quietly from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hank, you awake? Can I come up?"
"Sure," Hank replied but there was an air of confusion in his voice.
Amy turned on the light at the bottom of the stairs. Hank could see Amy in the soft light it gave off. He could see that she was wearing a cotton t-shirt that barely covered her ass and as she lay down on the bed, he could smell the shampoo in her hair. She had just finished a quick shower.
Amy laid on her stomach across the bed so she could look out the window. This way it caused her shirt to ride up reviling her ass cheeks. As Hank shifted to lie next to her, he could see them clearly but in the dim light he wasn't sure if she was naked or wearing a thong. Whichever it was, her ass was perfect. It was a good thing he was on his stomach because his cock began to grow. When Amy moved closer to him so they were touching, it grew harder.
Amy found herself talking about the weather outside. She suddenly realized how nervous she was. She was about to take a big step and she hoped she didn't disappoint Hank. She was now afraid that she might mess up a good thing and she didn't want that. So she rolled on her side to face Hank and began to speak. Before she could, Hank kissed her. She knew it was the right decision.
After the kiss, Hank pulled away and gave her a look as if to ask if was OK. Amy stood up and pulled her shirt over her head. For the first time she was naked before a man and it felt right. She lay back down on the bed and smiled at him.
Hank knew it too. This was not like others he had been with. This wasn't about feeling good and the physical sensation of good sex. No, this was about making love. True love. His whole being and senses were filled with her presence, her smell, her skin, her hair, her heart and soul. He began to gently kiss her. Her mouth, then her neck, her shoulders, slowly working to her breast and nipples. While her kissing her, his hands were exploring the soft curves of her hips and legs, gradually working his way up to her pussy. She was already wet and let out a soft moan as he touched her. He moved his hands up to her breasts and started kissing his way down her body. Amy reached her hands up and placed them over his, making him squeeze her breasts harder and roll her nipples between his fingers. Hank's mouth reached her pussy and he was delighted to find she was all auburn, soft and downy. She spread her legs wider.
Of all the women Hank had been with he had never found one so wet. Her wetness flowed from her pussy. Her clit was sticking up and he began to lick and suck on it. She let out a low moan and grabbed his head. She bucked her hips upward shoving her pussy into his face and erupted in an orgasm. She stifled her scream with her night shirt. Then throwing the shirt aside, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to her. She kissed him deeply and then said, "God, I'm so in love with you! I never dreamed it could feel this good. Now it's my turn."
She rolled Hank onto his back. Reaching down, Amy pulled off his boxers. His cock popped free. It had never felt this hard. Amy looked at it for a few seconds. She had never seen a real cock before. She and her sister had looked at some magazine and she had watched a porno film once. It seemed big to her but she wanted it. She bent down and slowly began to move her long auburn hair up and down his chest and stomach, letting it fall gently around his cock and balls. The feeling was incredible. His skin was never so sensitive. Straddling his legs, she began to caress his chest, arms, and sides. Then she leaned down and kissed his nipples. It was electric. She tongued, sucked, and nibbled on them. Hank's cock seemed to grow another inch it felt so hard. He reached for her breasts but Amy moved his hands away. 'It's my turn," she said again and placed his hands at his sides.
Amy now began kissing her way down to her cock. She kissed all around it and then grabbing her breasts, placed it between them and began rubbing up and down. It was an amazing feeling as each time she would give the head of his cock a little lick, nibble, kiss, or suck. Hank could feel his balls constricting.
"I'm going to cum," Hank said.
