“But what, Cha-Cha? Tell me,” Sam breathed against her fresh-smelling skin.
“I want this to last.” She whimpered, thrusting her hips against his palm. He added another finger to the mix, fucking her slowly as she tried to find the rest of her words. “I don’t want tonight to end. I’m not ready to go back.”
“I can’t stop tomorrow from coming, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do this again, and again.”
“Sam,” she cried out, her hips working hard against the motion of his fingers. She was wet as hell, soaking his palm with her sweet-smelling juices. He had to taste her and soon.
“Get on the bed,” he said. She followed his instructions, shimmying up on the mattress, the perfect height for him to fuck while they both had their feet still on the ground. They’d get to that eventually. Later, when he bent her over and took her from behind so that perfectly fat ass of hers could bounce off his lap. He stepped out of his jeans and his boxers, grabbing the condoms he’d gotten from Zach out of the back pocket. He stroked his erection as she watched him from the bed, still gripping that towel that was barely covering her tits.
He approached the bed and leaned over her as he took the towel from her fingers and parted the fabric, exposing her beautiful body. Sam never had a type, until now. Amanda was his type, every full curve, every stretch mark, mole, beauty mark, every inch of her deep brown skin. He loved the roundness of her belly, her large breasts too big for him to cup in his hand. His mouth watered as he looked at the hard tips of her dark brown nipples, just waiting to be sucked. Reading his mind, she pressed her tits together offering them up to him. He didn’t have to think twice. The look in her eyes was enough.
Sam leaned down, sucking one puckered tip into his mouth, before running his tongue over it again and again in lazy circles. His dick ached at that sound she made. A soft hiss and a moan. Desperate pleas for him to keep going. No way she wanted him to stop. He switched to the other breast, before using his hand to push the luscious mounds together a bit more. He opened his mouth, flattening the tip of his tongue so he could worship both of her nipples at the same time. More desperate noises, even louder as she gripped the back of his head, pulling him closer. If Sam died this way, he’d happily welcome his maker in this moment, with his name on Amanda’s lips.
He moved to stand off the bed and made quick work of rolling the condom into place. “I’m gonna eat that pussy. Believe me. I just—”
“No. Now. Yeah. I want you now.” Amanda slid farther up the bed giving him room to join her, but seemed to suddenly have a change of heart. She hopped to the floor, motioning for him to get on the bed. “I wanna be on top.”
“I don’t see a downside to this.” Sam tried not to bounce onto the bed like an overzealous eight-year-old. He made himself comfortable against the headboard, then held out a hand for her to join him. She came closer to the bed, then seemed to have a change of thought. She hurried across the room, taking her braids down from their high bun as she went, then reached for his Stetson on the hook.
“May I? Or does this violate some sort of cowboy code of hat ethics?”
“You could put on a clown wig and a beret and I wouldn’t give a shit. Get over here.”
She laughed, delicately placing the hat on her head before hurrying back over to join him. She carefully climbed over his lap, positioning herself exactly where they both wanted her to be. He gripped his dick and placed it right at the entrance of her slick, warm pussy.
“How do I look?” she asked as she teased them both, rubbing herself along the swollen head of his erection.
“I think you need a Stetson of your own. I like it,” Sam said with a groan as she sunk down onto him. She took a few inches before sliding back up again. He wasn’t packing the longest dick around, but he wasn’t ashamed to brag about the thickness of it. It felt amazing, the way she took her time getting used to him, up and down, taking more and more until she’d taken every inch.
She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands just above his shoulders. “I’m not too proud to admit this.” He reached down and gripped her lush hips.
“To admit what, baby?”
“Your dick is amazing. And don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I’m not saying it again.”
Sam’s hips dropped down to the bed as he laughed, losing his rhythm for just a moment. He picked it up again, driving up deep into her sweet, warm cunt. “I only need to hear it once. I’ll carry your words with me forever.”
He knew she could have continued to clown him all night, but they both gave in to the pleasure between them, shelving the small talk for another time. Sam moved so he was sitting up more against the headboard and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to grind on his dick. He kept on kissing her, soaking in the way her tongue felt against his, how their bodies moved together, how he also didn’t want this night to end.
Amanda pulled back, tipping the hat up so she could rest her forehead against his. “I’m gonna come,” she breathed. He opened his eyes to find hers squeezed shut, all her focus on where they were connected. “I’m coming. Oh, fuck. Sam.” The sound that came out of her threatened to drive him over the edge, but he held off, gripping her body as she pussy-clenched hard around his cock. After a moment, he took the hat off her and slipped it onto his own head as he rolled them so she was on her back. She let her legs fall open, giving him all the space he needed to fuck her harder, faster. Her hands went up to the headboard, anchoring her against his harsh thrusts.
For some reason the thought of them dancing together popped into his head and Sam came, filling the condom as he slowed then finally ground to a stop on top of her. He caught his breath, then carefully climbed off the bed. He could barely see, but he knew if he didn’t get rid of the condom right away, he’d pass out and maybe never move again. He came back from the bathroom and found Amanda on her side with a throw blanket pulled over her. She watched as he came back to the bedroom, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
“You need to play a cowboy in your next movie. That hat is sexy as fuck.”
* * *
“Okay. Your turn,” Sam said as he reached over and took another bite of the churro and ice cream dessert they’d had sent to the room. After they’d both caught their breath Amanda confessed how hungry she was. She’d been banking on the spread at Claim Jumpers to keep her energy up, but they’d left before she’d gotten to sample the wings. They’d ordered a real dinner and some dessert, then relocated their mostly naked party over to the couch.
“Hmmm. Do you vote?” Amanda asked.
“Yes. I need to be better about local elections because those matter, but yes.”
“Okay, same. Your turn?” Amanda took her own spoonful, doing a little dance as she enjoyed the sticky sweetness of the caramel sauce.
“Biggest fear.”
“Oh, that’s tough. It’s somewhere between hurting my mom’s feeling in some horrible way I can’t take back and being sex trafficked.”