After an amazing meal together, and even more amazing chemistry in the air, they left the restaurant and headed to their final destination. A short drive to a luxury hotel, one that Amy had spotted on the way there. Amy was swept away yet again, but she loved it and she wasn’t about to fight it. This wasn’t the time for a struggle, for another dramatic recreation of some imagined clash. They valeted her car, checked in with the pretty girl behind the desk, got the room key and made their way to the grand elevators. Gorgeous marble floors, polished and immaculate. A bubbling fountain, ornate art draping the walls, and hotel staff at every turn. All very familiar surroundings to Amy. Camden smiled at Amy in the short elevator ride up to their floor. No words needed. The hotel room was posh and elegant, the sparkling Los Angeles lights spread out beyond the window.

Amy came at Camden hard, kissing him aggressively, eagerly, her hands pulling at his clothes to peel them from his meaty frame. Tongues clashed, faces rubbed up against one another, hot breath collecting between their faces as she pushed him onto the bed. Amy felt like she was in charge, and she was ravenous; she would not be denied.

She let him peel her own jeans and panties off, kicking herself out of her shoes and pulling up her t-shirt, casting her bra aside. Naked again, gleefully and refreshingly, Amy was emboldened beyond her own growing sense of self, sense of purpose. She was reborn, and with Camden, she was born a stronger creature, a superior version of herself.

And she was just getting warmed up.

Camden reached around Amy from behind, the two of them lying naked on the bed, Amy’s back against Camden’s taught belly. Camden’s fingers found her pussy, already hot and wet, and started pressing a circular pattern against her muscular little mound, instantly igniting her nerve endings, that ever-present orgasm already reminding Amy that it was ready to rise again.

His other hand reached around to her breasts, gently squeezing them the way he did in the van at the gas station. His powerful fingers were delicate, the roughness of his callouses delighting her hard little nipples, pushing up, rigid and ready. He circled them, goosebumps rising over one breast, then the other, her hips grinding as his fingers slipped in, her pink flower blossoming and fragrant.

Everything was different.

And it turned Amy on more than she could have imagined. She’d learned to accept and even enjoy the role of the submissive. Now she was learning the ways of the dom, and it was bringing out an animal aspect to her character that she couldn’t deny enjoying. This time she was the predator, not the prey. This time she was a man-eater. She passed him a condom from her pocket, a move that she carefully planned earlier in the day.

Camden slipped it on his cock into entered her pussy from behind, once again leaving the head to rest idle between her lips. But Amy wanted more and she wanted it faster, so she pushed herself back, forcing his rigid rod up and into her, almost to mid-shaft. There was no need for a preamble, no need to warm up. She could take it; she could take anything, and she wanted to.

He read her body and started grinding into her from behind, going all the way to mid-shaft in an easy, regular rhythm, Amy’s body bouncing on the mattress in front of them. The two lay on their sides, Camden reaching around and pulling her left leg up while to increase the pressure and the pleasure, cycle going faster as he rammed that rail in and out, back and forth. Circular motions sent Amy’s body gyrating, not to match him but to counter his moved for even more conflict, her lips clamping down with all her strength.

“ooooohhhh.. yes baby! Fuck, that feels so goooddd”

Amy loved the feel of his huge cock inside of her, filling her empty spaces both figurative and literal. She’d been empty before meeting him, no man could reach in so deep and so expertly give her what she didn’t even know she’d been craving, lacking, needing.

And she needed more.

She pushed herself back even further, the pain of his size and girth threatening to crack her pelvis, Camden pulling her leg up even higher, her knee almost touching her breast as it bounced in front of her trembling body.

But Amy wanted even more, and she was possessed with a creativity and flexibility she didn’t know she had. She leaned Camden onto his back, one leg craning over his rock hard torso as she slowly and gracefully pivoted, turning to face forward. Amy looked down at the success of her transition. She was now sitting on Camden’s cock, he on his back, Amy facing him.

Amy’s splayed thighs sent her weight down onto her knees, digging into the mattress as they kept her elevated above his body, her pelvis lowering up and down on his eager erection. Up and down, ‘round and ‘round, Amy’s calves pressed flat against the mattress, her hands flat against Camden’s massive chest as she leaned down on him.

“mmmmmm.. oh my god, yessss” she cried out in sheer delight. Thoughts of their first encounter flooding back, sending electrical shocks of pleasure straight to her pussy.

He lay there, arms stretched out, legs wide too, ready to push his weight up and into Amy as necessary. But she was doing all the work, and that suited both of them just fine. Amy was driving plenty of strength and energy down into Camden, her pelvis bobbing and weaving on His iron cock, every shift in direction and speed sending pulses of ecstasy through Amy’s body and straight down into Camden’s.

Amy was in control.

She arched her back, her own hands stroking her naked, sweating body; following the curves of her midriff leading up to her perfect breasts. She squeezed them herself, twirling her own nipples, one under each hand, fingers matching their partners. She even leaned down and pulled one breast up to her own face, licking her nipple, eyes dipping shut in lusty satisfaction.

Amy’s senses were flooded with contradictory impulses, to scream and to laugh, to cum and to cry, to live forever or die in that very instant.

Instead, Amy started cumming, Camden’s immense erection beneath her throbbing and radiating power enough to release any moment. Amy on top, her legs began to quiver and drop her even further down on Camden’s stiff member. Her body was flush with heat, filling her body and soul, a bubbling orgasm ready to overflow and drive her entire system into collapse.

His cock flinched inside her, and she knew even beyond the delirium of her own orgasm that he was cumming too. His big body bucked, tilting left and then right, then shaking violently from side to side, for their mutual pleasure and the simultaneous eruptions of their orgasms. Amy paused in her physical frenzy to focus on the power of his orgasm unleashed. She had never been with any man before and shared such an intense connection. Mental and physical.

She felt a certain spark within her, something she’d never felt before, and it passed quickly as she fell forward, into Camden’s chest. His cock still inside her, Amy nuzzled his sweaty chest, taking in a deep breath of his musk, quivering to think about that little spark inside her, mind to exhausted to reason it, but her senses to heightened to have missed it.

All Amy knew for certain was that Camden was there beneath her and she above him. Whatever had happened or would happen, the moment was perfect and all was right with the world.