Amanda is coming undone for me, her body moving frantically against my mouth while the room fills with a combination of gasps and moans as she gives in to her orgasm.

I can't get enough. I drink down everything I can wring from her and I still want more. Even when I feel her body slacken in my grasp and her cries turn to panting for breath, I can't bring myself to take my mouth off of her.

She tastes amazing. She feels amazing. I have never needed to get inside a woman like I need to be inside Amanda at this moment.

Reluctantly parting from her body, I kiss a path back to her mouth and catch her lips in eager kisses while she tries to catch her breath.

Her hands stroke over my shoulders and down my arms, her touch leaving fire in its wake.

"I need you," I whisper against her throat. To punctuate my point I press my hardness into her, still trapped behind my fly.

Amanda's eyes flutters and she inhales sharply. Her hands skim down my chest and her eyes meet mine as her fingers work the buckle on my belt.

"Yes," she whispers, as she frees my cock, taking me in her hand and smiling at the way her touch makes me gasp.

All I want to do is ram myself home inside her, feel her heat enveloping me as her tight walls constrict on my shaft, but Amanda has other plans.

Before I can get the rest of my clothes off, Amanda has maneuvered herself out from under me and I find myself on my back looking up at her as she explores my chest with her hands.

Her nails rake lightly over my nipples, causing my skin to tighten and I like the devilish grin she gives me at the response.

Then I watch as she lowers herself over me, putting her mouth where her hands were just seconds ago and moving her lips down my abs and stomach as I feel her hand wrap around my cock.

I position the pillow under my head. I want to watch.

Amanda strokes her hand up and then down my full length and I swear I feel my dick grow even harder.

Her lips are swollen and flushed from our kissing and watching them part to take the head of my cock between them is going to be an image I replay in my head a million times when I'm alone. But it's the feel of her wet little tongue, slipping over the tip and lapping at the drop of precum that was gathered there before circling the crown of my cock that comes close to sending me over the edge.

Watching her slide that hot mouth down my shaft is more than I can take. My hand flies to the back of her head and twists in her hair. I swear I try not to pull, I try not to control her movements, but when she takes my cock all the way to the root I feel my fingers tighten in the those dark locks.

What she's doing feels amazing but it's not how I want this to end, "Lay down," is the command that makes its way out of my throat between hoarse breaths as I move over her.

Amanda's eyes widen momentarily, as if she's surprised by the sudden change of position, but then her lips fall open and her eyes flutter nearly closed as I move between her legs and press my hardness against her.

I'm torturing myself, sliding the bottom of my shaft between her lips, coating it with her moisture and watching her catch her lower lip between her teeth with each stroke.

She's fucking gorgeous. I love having this smart, articulate woman writhing beneath me, begging me to spear my cock into her in words that are barely coherent.

As much as I love watching the exquisite torment twisting her features, it's more than I can handle. I line up with her opening and push into her. I manage to take it slow for about a second, watching her lips open in a silent O and then her jaw clench as I slide home.

Her tunnel is tight and wet around me as she takes me all the way inside. I can feel the muscles already starting to quiver and pulse against me as I start to thrust.

She feels good. She looks so fucking sexy with her hair a tangled mess on the bed beneath her and her tits bouncing on her chest as I fuck her.

Those perfectly manicured nails of hers rake down my back and dig into my shoulders as she wraps her body around mine and her voice is a barely audible slur of truly unladylike words telling me how good my cock feels filling her up and just what she needs me to do to make her come for me.

I thrust into her with long, full strokes and watch her eyes roll into the back of her head each time I bottom out, using her cues to move faster and stronger until I feel her hands tighten on my back. Her pussy gets impossibly tighter and then I feel her clenching down on my cock.

Amanda screams for me as she comes. I manage another few strokes but the muscles spasming around my dick are begging me to blow my load deep inside her.

It doesn't take long for Amanda's body to win out. I feel my balls tighten and then I'm pouring everything I've got inside her.

I collapse over her and we spend a moment in silence, the sound of our breathing filling the room.

Amanda's arms wrap around me and it feels good. Good enough that I hate the feeling of our bodies disengaging.

Moving slightly, I pull her into my arms. Amanda rests her head on my chest and I drift off with her wrapped around me.