Consenting Adults

Three minutes past midnight. Bruce took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the door. He opened it just a tad to make sure it was Amy. It was. She stood there grinning at him like a Cheshire cat.

“Hey,” she said. Her eyes shifted from a silly nervousness to a sexy stare.

“Hey,” he replied as he let her in and locked the door.

“Nice ambience,” she said while looking around the room. She noticed the music and the wine glasses by the couch.

“Really? I was just tired of the TV and felt like listening to some music. I’m not letting you have the bottle, but I poured you some wine,” he jested as he headed toward the television and grabbed some DVDs.

Amy took off her jacket, which Bruce had mistaken as part of her top, and sat on the sofa.

“What did ya get?” she asked eagerly.

“Well I figured that you might not have seen these since you haven’t seen anything in so long,” he said as he walked toward her.

Bruce handed her the DVDs. She was wearing a very snug blouse that had a hint of sheerness and exposed her midriff. His eyes were glued to her chest as she looked at the movies. He bit his lip as he tried to keep his composure. Amy looked up at him with a smirk.

“Are you going to stand there while I read these and decide?”

Amy’s grin widened. She thought she caught him staring at her breasts.

“Uhm, no. Sorry. I’ll sit,” he smiled back quickly, unsure if she caught him staring.

Amy shot him a playfully suspicious glance before looking back at the movies. She was trying desperately to comprehend the movie summaries, but she couldn’t focus; The atmosphere had her mind racing with impure thoughts. She decided to let him choose.

“I’ve never heard of these. Is it safe to assume that you’ve seen all of these?” she asked him with a pained expression.

“I bought them because I saw them and liked them, yes.”

Bruce looked at her curiously as he grabbed a glass of wine and sipped some.

“Pick one. A romantic one. I don’t have any in my life so I’m in the mood to watch how it’s done,” she said rather coy as she reached for her wine glass.

He smiled curiously at Amy, trying to conceal his joy in her choice of genre. He interpreted it as a sign of her mood. Bruce took the movies out of her hands. He realized that he had lied to Amy. Not all the movies were his. Some were left behind from Mia’s last stay. One title stuck out: “One Night Stand”. It had Wesley Snipes on the cover. The title and the leading man should provide Amy some of what she was looking for. He'd provide the rest. Bruce chuckled.

“I don’t really remember this one. But it's probably more romantic than ‘Antoine Fischer’, ‘Out of Time’ and ‘Bad Boys II’,” he said as he walked over to the TV while opening the DVD case.

Amy had already forgotten what the movies were. She was busy staring at Bruce’s ass. He turned on the television and put the DVD into the player. Bruce walked over to shut off the radio and the light. He caught Amy checking him out through his peripheral vision. Bruce spun around quickly and Amy looked up at him surprised.

“Aren’t you energetic,” she said giggling nervously, unsure if he caught her looking.

“Just trying to keep the blood flowing. It’s been a long day and it’s already after midnight,” he said as he sat in the corner of his sofa with his body facing toward her.

He rested his arms on the back and arm of the couch as if opening his arms to her. Amy read the sign and turned her back to him.

“Well if we fall asleep, we can try watching again tomorrow. Or do you have plans?” she asked as she leaned against him.

“No plans. I guess we could do that.”

Bruce breathed in her hair. It smelled heavenly to him. Amy had her back right up against his chest, he was sure she could feel his heart racing. He tried to steady his breathing and relax. Amy laid her head against his chest and her right hand on his lap.

The movie had a very busy start. It didn’t seem like much of a romance. Until about twenty minutes into the film. The temperature in the room started rising. Though they were both married, an attraction was building between the main characters, Wesley Snipe’s character and Nastassja Kinski’s character: a white woman. The irony was adding to the heat in the room. A very erotic scene began.

Amy found herself sliding down Bruce’s chest until her head rested on the arm of the sofa. She was happy he was wearing a t-shirt or her hair would’ve been caught on shirt buttons, making it impossible to get so comfy. Amy kept her eyes focused on the movie; it was the most beautiful love making that she had ever seen tastefully done in a movie. She kept her left arm at her side and hung her right arm down. Amy ran her right hand up and down his left leg as she watched the love making unfold on the screen.

Bruce glanced between the tantalizing events on the television and Amy’s body across his lap. He moved his right arm to the crook of her neck and he lowered his left arm to lay his hand on her abdomen. He subtly caressed her exposed midriff in a side to side motion. It was becoming unbearable for him to contain his excitement. He was sure Amy was going to feel him poking her back at any second. The action was getting heavy on the TV screen. His caressing was making her incredibly horny. Amy finally looked up at him. Her eyes were as filled with lust as his were. He found himself leaning in to her face as he lifted her head slightly to him.

Their lips met and their mouths moved in passionate manner. Amy turned toward him and wrapped the hand that she had on his leg, around his neck. Bruce held her up with the arm under her neck as his left hand slid under her blouse. It stopped when it touched her bra. She prompted him with her left hand to continue. He caressed her breasts through the bra. The kissing was getting deeper and longer as their tongues wrestled in each others mouths. Amy slid her left arm underneath herself and around Bruce, resting her hand on his back. She dug her nails in his back as he fondled her nipples in between his fingers. Amy felt something stabbing her side. It took her a second to realize that it was Bruce.

Amy slid the hand she had resting on his neck, to his chest. She pushed Bruce back, breaking from the kiss, while staring intently at him. He was about to speak when she placed a finger over his lips. She slowly climbed up to her knees. She then straddled his lap and pulled his shirt off before pulling off her own. Bruce unfastened her bra. He gazed at her breasts. He cupped them with his hands and began to devour them. Whether it was his tongue or his fingers, he kept her nipples company. Amy moaned in ecstasy. She had her arms around his neck and one hand was on the top of his head as if she were holding him in place. He began to bite her nipples softly in between his suckling and caressing with his tongue as continued to massage the opposite breast and nipple in his hand. She started grinding her crotch into his in fervor. Even though they were both wearing jeans, Amy could feel the definition of his shaft against her. It excited her even more.

The pressure increasing in his pants was becoming unbearable. Bruce let go of her breasts and held Amy by her waist. Their eyes locked again as he stood up while holding her in his arms. He laid her across the sofa with her legs slightly hanging off. He slowly undid her jeans and slid them off to reveal a very lacy thong. His eyes widened with delightful surprise. Amy let out a small laugh when she saw his reaction. He smiled at her as he undid his pants. This time she was surprised by the reveal.

Bruce knelt down and started kissing all over her abdomen. He placed soft, open, wet kisses as he moved down to her thighs. He placed his hands on her hips and slid off her panties. She kept herself nicely trimmed and smelled so sweet that his mouth watered. Amy instantly lifted her right leg and leaned it against the back of the sofa as her opposite leg hung off the couch. Bruce ran his tongue around her lower abs and across her hip flexors to her thighs. Amy gripped the arm of the sofa above her head in anticipation. He continued teasing her as he slid his hands under her ass up around to her breasts. He massaged them as his tongue ran all around the outskirts of her vaginal area. Bruce slowly brought his hands down her body to the same area his tongue was visiting. He gently held open her vaginal lips as tasted her for the first time. Amy moaned louder at the contact. He ran his tongue over her clit rhythmically before sliding into her opening. She thrashed in response. Bruce held her lips open with his left hand as he slid his right out from under her. He used the free hand to finger her; first with one finger then he added a second when he felt how open she was. He interchanged licking her clit with sucking as he slid his fingers in and out of her hole. Amy began tense up as she reached closer to climax. She spoke in between the moans as she lowered her hands to cradle the back of Bruce’s head.

“mmm… that feels so good… mmm… Bruce… oooh, right there…. right there baby… I can’t… wait… oooh… I’m cumming… oh god, don’t stop… mmm…. it feels so good… don’t stop… I’m cumming… shit, I’M CUMMING!”

She thrust her hips into his face and clenched his head with her hands at the grand finale. He slipped away from her grasp and smiled contently that he brought her to orgasm. Bruce slid his fingers out and brought both hands to her hips. He kissed around her thighs, drying his face and beard across her pelvis as he slid her ass slightly off the sofa. As he raised his head, he reached down and fished his wallet out of his pants that were lying on the floor. Bruce took a condom out of his wallet. Even though she was breathing heavy, Amy started relaxing as she came down from her climax and watched him.

“That was really good.”

“I’m glad you think so, but its not over yet,” he answered her playfully yet seductively.

He put his wallet on the table and was about to open the condom when Amy grabbed his hands. She had been looking at the condom before looking up at him dubiously.

“Large? Well that makes sense…” she mumbled, “This may sound crazy, but I’m scared,” she said softly.

A concerned expression came over Bruce’s face.

“What are you scared of?”

She could read the fear in his eyes and sat up close to him. Amy put her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly.

“Can we finish this discussion in your bedroom?” she said with her arms still around his neck.

His face softened at her request. Bruce nodded yes as Amy lowered her arm off of his neck. They stood up sequentially. Amy finished her wine as Bruce turned off the television and DVD. He reached for her hand and led her to his bedroom. He didn’t turn on the light; the moon was full and it lit up the room through the blinds. Amy climbed in bed, under the covers. Bruce watched her then followed.

“So now will you tell me what you’re scared of?” he asked as he lay back, playing with the packaged condom in the hand opposite of where Amy laid.

Amy cuddled up against him; throwing a leg over his and laying her head on his chest. Bruce wrapped his arm around her and held her snug. She grabbed the condom.

“This sound really stupid… You’re size scares me. I know it’s every woman’s fantasy to be with a man who’s pretty big, but I’m more nervous than excited. I don’t think you’re abnormally large but it’s still very intimidating for me,” she said as she buried her head in the crook of his neck, with her eyes still locked on the condom.

Bruce chuckled.

“I’m not really sure what to say. A thank you seems appropriate,” he said half laughing.

“Quit laughing at me. I was being honest with you. You’re being a jerk,” she said in a pained voice as she turning away.

“Don’t be mad Baby,” he said as he pulled her back to him and held her close.

Amy looked up into his eyes when he called her ‘baby’.

“This is a new one for me and I’m a little embarrassed myself. And flattered. I was afraid your fears were something I couldn’t do anything about,” he said as he turned toward her, “Amy, I’d never hurt you. If you want to continue, and I hope you do, we can take it slow. You can guide me, tell me to stop or you could even be on top and take control yourself.”

They lay facing each other; Amy looked up in Bruce’s eyes as he looked down into hers. She ran her hand up and down his side.

“You know I’m on the pill now. It’s that revolutionary, get-your-period-only-four-times-a-year pill. My doctor recommended it when I got tested last; she figured with my line of work, I could use a few months without PMS. I’ve always used a condom since Michael. So I’m clean and protected from pregnancy. Sex might be easier for us without a condom. When’s the last time you were tested?”

Bruce had a huge grin on. Amy felt his dick harden against her.

“I got tested a month ago. I haven’t had unprotected sex, or any sex for that matter, since. But now I have something to fear.”

“What’s that?” she asked in a coy fashion.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex without a condom on. Besides becoming addicted to the feeling of not wearing one, it may cut short my performance,” he said seductively.

“Are you mocking me?” she asked earnestly but with a slight smile.

Bruce gazed intensely in her eyes as he answered her.

“No, I’m very serious about pleasing you,” he said before kissing her softly.

“Bruce, one orgasm is more than I achieve most times. I’d say you’re ahead of the game already when it comes to pleasing me,” she answered him with her lips against his.

Amy grabbed his dick. She stroked him up and down. The action was exciting both of them. They kissed passionately as Bruce entangled his fingers in her hair. She held him with both hands now and continued to stroke him as he broke from the kiss and moaned loudly. Amy gently rolled him from his side to his back as she began kissing down his body. He held her hair in his hands to keep it out of her face as he watched her slide down his body. Amy didn’t tease him as he had done to her; without hesitation, she closed her mouth around his 'head'. He groaned in ecstasy from the sight and the sensation.

Bruce spoke through clenched teeth.

“Mmm…. Amy.”

Her head slipped through his hands. She moved slowly up and down savoring him. Bruce clasped her hair and pulled it back gently, requiring her to stop.

“As much as I’m lovin’ this... I need to be making you happy,” he said softly.

“I’m happy doing this,” she said as she lowered her lips back down around his ‘head’.

Bruce collected her hair away from her face.

“Seems… huhh… seems like you lost your fear.”

Amy released his dick and let it slip out of her mouth.

“Fear's not all gone… but I want you pretty bad…. be gentle,” she said as she crawled up his body, kissing as she moved.

She ran her tongue from one of his nipples to the other as she straddled his hips. He could feel how wet she was when she pressed against him. In one swift motion, he held her around her waist and rolled over with her in his arms. Bruce stared into Amy’s eyes as he spread out his arms and lifted himself up in a pushup stance. He placed small kisses repeatedly on her lips as he slowly entered her. Amy held her breath.

“You ok?” Bruce asked with concern.

Amy nodded yes. He closed his eyes as he continued to speak

“Tell me when you want me to stop… or speed up… mmm… damn, you’re so tight… Does it hurt?” he asked.

Bruce opened his eyes; Amy was biting her lip as she stared at him. She shook her head no when they made eye contact. He was hesitant to continue until she wrapped her arms around his neck and started lifting her hips up to meet him. She let go of her lip.

“You feel so good… don’t stop,” she moaned.

He started moving a little further with each thrust until Amy jumped slightly. He stopped and looked at her.

“I’ve never felt that… keep going… mmm”

Amy closed her eyes and held close to Bruce. He moved in and out until he was fully in. She groaned in a pleasing manner. He held himself up with one hand as he reached for a pillow with the other. Bruce slid the pillow underneath her hips which made her pelvis tilt up and caused him to hit a ‘sensitive’ spot during penetration. Amy started digging her nails into his back.

“It feels so good…. oh baby…. faster…. oh… mmm”

Sweat began to form and roll off of Bruce. He slid in and out faster and pushed in deeper with each stroke. Amy went from moaning to yelling.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Oh fuck! Uhhh Bruce!”

She wrapped her legs around him tightly and ran her nails down from his neck to his shoulders as she came to orgasm. Her vaginal walls tightened from climax which made Bruce join her.

“Uhh… mmm… shit… it feels so good Amy… I’m cumming... fuck”

Bruce finally stopped thrusting and collapsed on Amy with his face in the opposite direction of hers. She ran her hands up and down his back. He embraced her.

“I love you.” he whispered.

Amy’s eyes opened wide briefly. A smile formed on her lips. She kissed his neck. He slipped out his left arm and leaned to his side to get his weight off of her. He turned to face to her and they kissed for a few seconds. Bruce was still inside of Amy as they fell asleep.