"You're more beautiful than I ever imagined," he said.
Amanda felt a flush rise in her neck. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispered.
Christopher kissed Amanda and ran his hand down her back, then undid the zip of her dress, which fell to the floor. She was wearing black lace lingerie on top. He unzipped her and lifted her up. Amanda instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and her hot, wet sex pressed against Christopher's jeans.
Christopher's lips were demanding and passionate. As his tongue found its way into Christopher's mouth and played with hers, he caressed her bottom. He laid her gently on the bed and began to undress.
"I was waiting for this," he admitted, his eyes burning with possessive hunger.
He kissed her, a long, slow kiss that lit a fire inside her, a fire that threatened to consume them both. When their lips met, Amanda knew that this was just the beginning, the first chapter of a love story that promised to be both passionate and unforgettable.
Amanda watched him undress. Shirt, jeans, which he kicked aside before taking off his boxers. She saw his erect sex, long and thick.
Christopher pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt. He spread her legs slightly and ran his finger from her inner thigh to her wet sex. Amanda shivered as Christopher's tongue filled her fingers. She sighed with pleasure. He inserted one finger inside her, then two, and stroked her in circular motions. He continued to stroke her with his tongue as his fingers moved in and out of her. The pleasure he was giving her intensified and she forgot all about the outside world.
"Christopher," she whispered.
"Yes, love, I am here to satisfy you", he said.
These words sent an electric shock through her. He pushed her back onto the bed and stood over her. He tenderly caressed her breast, his hands moving with a practiced touch. Her nipples hardened under his touch, responding to each of Christopher's hand movement. He nibbled them, sucking them in turn, letting out a grunt of satisfaction.
Christopher lowered himself, his lips tracing a path along his abdomen, his warm breath against her soft skin. He paused on her tummy, his gaze lingering on her scar. "Is this... Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
Amanda shook her head, her eyes closed. "No," she murmured, "it is a reminder."
He respectfully kissed the scar, his lips lingering on it for a moment. "Thank you for giving me these beautiful children" he whispered.
He continued to caress her, his touch exploring the delicate landscape of her sex. His fingers traced the contours of her body, evoking a sense of anticipation that made her tremble. Finally, he placed his tongue on her clitoris and took it into his mouth. Amanda yelped and tried to stand up. He held her there, his fingers teasing, exciting.
Christopher's penis quickly replaced his tongue on her clitoris. She arched her back, her body instinctively seeking more. "Christopher," she whispered, "take me now".
He knew that look in her eyes, the desperate cry for liberation but he enjoyed the torment, the slow accumulation, the anticipation. He inserted a single finger, exploring the warm and moist interior of her pussy. Amanda gasped, her body arching involuntarily. He moved his finger in and out, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
"Christopher," she begged again. "Please... »
He could see the despair in her eyes, the way her body trembled under him. He knew he was pushing her to the brink, but he couldn't resist the pleasure of seeing her lose control. He inserted a second finger and Amanda's body arched violently. Her sex contracted and he knew she was about to cum.
"Please," she begged again, her voice barely whispered. "I can't... I can't take it anymore…Come inside me now."
He knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He himself was on the verge of implosion. He quickly put on a condom. Then, with a single powerful thrust, he penetrated her. She felt his penis growing inside her as he came and went.
Amanda shouted, her body arching against his. The feeling of his penis inside her, filling her completely, was exhilarating.
He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, his body swaying against hers. Amanda clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her screams echoing through the room. Then, suddenly, he withdrew.
"No," she begged. "Please don't stop."
He smiles, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Not yet," he growled, and then he was inside her again, moving with renewed intensity.
Amanda couldn't hold back any longer. A wave of pleasure, intense and devouring, invades her, the body arching, the muscles tightening. She let out a scream, her voice lost in a symphony of pleasure, as she exploded around him, her cyprine spilling over Christopher's penis
Christopher kept moving, his body shaking, his own release imminent. He buried his face in his hair, his voice being a low growl, "It's so good to be inside you, Love. I could die right now."
Hearing her words, Amanda felt a second wave of pleasure. Her sex contracted and she had a second orgasm. Closely followed by Christopher, who poured his seed into her. Christopher didn't pull out immediately after coming, but stayed inside her, holding her tenderly against him.