Consenting Adults

A cell phone rang in the distance. Bruce and Amy began to stir.

“It’s my phone,” she moaned.

“Where is it?” Bruce asked groggily.

“It was in my top. I guess it’s in the living room.”

“K… I’ll get it,” he answered as he slipped out of bed.

Bruce grabbed a pair of boxers out of a drawer, pulled them on and ran to the living room. He found Amy’s top and got the cell phone out. It was David. Bruce frowned. He grabbed all the clothes from the living room and headed back to the bedroom. Amy was sitting up with her knees bent with the sheet over her and her arms folded over the top of her knees. She looked at Bruce anxiously; she read the displeasure in his face. She smiled apologetically, figuring that he was cranky from the lack of sleep and all the energy he had spent. He put down the clothes at the foot of the bed and tossed her cell next to her.

“It’s your man,” he said sarcastically.

Amy quit smiling. She picked up the phone: 2 missed calls. The phone began to chirp: voicemail messages. Amy scrolled and saw that both calls were from David. She put the phone down and looked at Bruce. He was sorting the clothes and folding them. She looked at him for a moment and saw his wounded expression though he wouldn’t look up at her.

“You wanna eat or do you have to go?” he muttered.

Amy climbed forward and crawled to him at the foot of the bed. She knelt on the clothes and faced him. He refused to look up.

“I just folded that,” he protested.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. Bruce reluctantly looked at her. Amy began kissing him softly. After a few seconds, he returned her kisses. She cradled the back of his neck and head; he brought his hands up and held her sides. The kissing became aggressive. Their breaths were shallow and their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. Amy would suck on his lower lip as Bruce would hold onto her upper lip in between the exchanges that their tongues made. It wasn’t long before they were both really horny. His dick became increasingly swollen and prodded Amy in the abdomen. Bruce broke away from the kissing and pulled away from Amy. She wouldn’t release her hold on the back of his neck or head. They stared in each other’s eyes and Bruce shook his head ‘no’. Amy looked intently at him.

“I choose you. I choose to stay as long as you’ll have me. I’d be a damn fool to chase someone when I have someone who wants me. That’s all I’ve wanted: to be wanted. Wanted and taken cared of. That’s what you give me. That’s why I want you. I need you. I choose you.”

A small smiormeormed on his lips. Bruce nodded as if to accept what she had said. He never lost his erection and now it felt as if a steel rod was pressing against Amy’s ribs. His eyes lusted for her again as well.

“So… you’re staying… Get off the clothes,” he suddenly said playfully as he tossed her to the middle of the bed.

Amy laughed and scowled at Bruce. He climbed on top of her. A Cheshire cat had nothing on either of their smiles. They gazed at each other until Bruce lunged for her neck. He kissed her with open wet kisses. He caressed her neck with his tongue. Amy closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck again. Bruce slid his hands up her arms, bringing them down from around his neck, as he tasted the base of her neck. Amy moaned pleasurably as Bruce held down her wrists. He left wet kisses across her clavicles down to her breasts. He slipped his legs in between hers and spread them apart. His mouth closed over her right breast, taking in her nipple and areola. She wondered if he was upset at all by David’s calling; Bruce was not moving gently. Amy realized that Bruce’s aggressive movement was arousing her. It was different and slightly exciting being manhandled. He pulled up at her nipple with his teeth before going to the other breast. She tried to release his hold on her wrists but he held her firmly.

“Mmm… what… what are… you doing?” Amy asked weakly.

Bruce ignored her and continued to suckle her left breast, aggressively massaging her nipple with his tongue. Her nipples started to feel slightly sore yet she enjoyed the attention they were getting. Bruce wascomicoming up for air. He began to bring her wrists down to her sides, against her hips. He stopped sucking and also held that nipple between his teeth. He tugged gently as he got up on his knees.

“Bring your legs up over my arms,” he demanded.

Amy opened her eyes and looked at him suspiciously. A smirk came over her face.

“Now this is what I imagined sex would be like with you… You acting stern and authoritative,” Amy giggled.

He rolled his eyes and didn’t change his countenance. He hid his desire to smirk at her assumption.

“Bring your legs over my arms,” he repeated.

“Are you going to let go of my wrists?”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, still keeping the same expression.

“No.”

“Then I’m not letting go. Bring your legs over my arms. Quit wasting time.”

“Yes sir,” she answered playfully.

Amy brought her legs up from between his torso and arms then rested them over his biceps. Bruce crawled back, still holding her wrists down, and lowered his face down between her legs. He openly kissed her inner thighs and ran his tongue all around the outlines of her groin. She grabbed his wrists in anticipation. He buried his face her pussy and began to massage her clit with his tongue. It was sudden and unexpected for Amy; he went to work on her faster than he had previously. She thrashed slightly and tightened her grip on his wrists. It was difficult to maintain con wit with his grip on her wrists, so she began to pull away but he maintained his hold. She began to clench his head with her thighs as he ate her out.

“Relax!” he barked.

Bruce was in rare form. Something about Amy crawling up to him and telling him she chose him had done something to him… Or it might’ve been the feeling that he wasn’t in control. He had to depend on her to ‘choose’. So once she chose him, he decided to show her who’s boss. Whatever it was, it was very different for him. But a lot of fun. He was surprised she allowed him to be so aggressive. He felt free enough to ‘play’ this way with her. It was liberating to be intimate with someone he trusted, and trusted him. He was sure she was enjoying herself as much as he was. He loved how she tasted. He darted his tongue in and out of her opening, alternating that movement with sucking and caressing her clit. He began shoving his tongue as far as it could go inside of her. She was tightening her legs around his head again.

“Fuck! … I can’t…. I’m cumming… damn…” she yelled.

Her legs tightened like a vise grip. Bruce finally released her wrists and slid his hands between her legs, gently pulling them apart to release his head. He couldl hel her clit pulsing against his tongue. He kissed it and continued to kiss up her body as he held her thighs open in his hands. He kissed up her abdomen, around her breasts to her neck. He let go of her thighs and slid off his boxers. In one swift motion, he entered her. Amy arched her back and let out a loud moan in response. She dug her nails into his back as he brought his hands up to cradle her head and rested his upper body on his elbows. Bruce watched her lovingly as he stroked in and out. He pressed his hips firmly against hers, moving with slow but deep strokes. Amy finally opened her eyes and they gazed at each other. She quit biting her lip and kissed him. He lowered his head and they kissed passionately in the rhythm of his strokes. She hooked legslegs around the back of his knees and thrusted her hips up to meet his. He could reach even deeper this way. It was an odd sensation to have someone so far inside her; Amy understood how something could ‘hurt so good’. She slid her hands down his back and held onto his ass. It wasn’t long before she climaxed again. Her legs tensed around his and she clenched his butt cheeks.

“MMMMmmm… Baby?.... mmmm…. I came,” she said into his mouth.

Bruce lifted his face up from hers, breaking away from their kissing. They had been going back and forth from light kisses to passionate kisses. It took a second to catch his breath. He had a sexy grin on as Amy opened her eyes.

“Did you cum?” she asked in a seductive voice.

It was as if she was intoxicated from orgasm. Bruce shook his head ‘no’ and slid out of her. He tried to roll to his side, but Amy held tightly onto him.

“No. I want you to finish,” she moaned.

He looked into her eyes and nodded ‘yes’ in agreement. He pulled one of her arms off of him and continued to roll to his side. She looked at him curiously. Bruce leaned in and whispered to her.

“Roll on to your stomach,” he said emphatically.

He grabbed her hip and helped turn her over. He slid his hand from her hip to her thigh and slid her leg up so her knee was bent. Amy brought her arms up over her head and stretched them out like Superman. It felt natural to do so for some reason. Bruce rolled on top of her and kissed the back of his neck. He then lifted her hips slightly and entered her again from behind. Amy jumped; her vaginal walls had tightened from repeated orgasm –it was a little uncomfortable for him to go back in. Bruce could sense her discomfand and ouldould feel how tight she was. He quit pushing in and slid his hand down the front of her abdomen, reaching her clit with his fingers. He cupped her breasts with his other hand and continued to kiss her neck. He even nibbled her earlobe. Amy began to descend from her previous orgasm and was getting aroused again. He could feel her getting wetter and vaginal walls loosening up. She also began to lift her ass up against his hips, allowing him to enter her better. She clenched the bed sheets tightly… it was the first time she ever had ‘Round 3’.

“Fuck me,” she moaned out flatly.

Bruce smiled devilishly.

“Hmm?” he asked coyly.

“Fuck me!” she yelled louder.

He slid his hand away from her clit and held both breasts. He used them as a way of holding onto her as he pumped in and out from behind. It was becoming too much to handle and he started slamming into harder as he reached closer to orgasm. They were almost ‘doggy-style’ as he leaned back on his knees as she raised her ass. She continued requesting that he fuck her and he finally let go of her breasts, sat completely up, grabbed her hips and did as she requested. Within ten minutes, they both had huge orgasms. Their bodies dripped with sweat. Bruce groaned loudly and held her tight, not wanting to move his dick out of position. He panted as he lost his breath in all the splendor. Amy began to slide her legs down, lowering her ass back down. He moaned as she moved down away from him. He let go of her hips and slid out as she brought her lower body to rest flat against his bed. He crawled onto the bed next to her. He wrapped an arm around her as he snuggled against her. Amy had knocked out again. Bruce joined her in slumber. They slept soundly as cell phones rang and voice mail alerts chirped.