Fuck! I forgot how good she tastes. It's hard to believe since I've been jacking off to the memory of it every day since the last time I had her sweet honey on my tongue but I swear my memory didn't do her justice at all.

What my memory did have right though, is how easy it is to get her off when I slip two fingers deep inside her and let them slide along her walls while I lock my mouth down on her clit and suck gently while I flick my tongue across the little bud.

The room is filled with the sounds of Amanda coming for me, riding my face with one hand tight in my hair and the other hanging on to one of the pillows like she needs an anchor to keep her from getting away.

There's no way she's getting away, I've got a hell of a grip on her ass and I'm not letting go. Not yet. Not till her body winds down and her screams turn to little gasps between the short whimpers she makes when my tongue keeps brushing her clit softly.

My plan is to let her recover. I let go of the firm grip I had on her and run my hands lightly down her thighs before beginning the journey back up her body.

I like the way she shivers where ever I touch her as my lips follow the path my hands are taking. My tongue circles her navel and her stomach quivers. The thought of my baby inside her springs to mind, the way the soft curve of her stomach would expand and fill my hand.

It's a heady thought that makes my dick strain with anticipation. The desire to fill her with my seed and watch her grow takes root in my head and I can't shake it.

When I signed up for the arranged marriage I had plans to start a family, sure, but this...this is something I've never experienced before, something I never expected. This isn't a rational decision based on professional strategy or even just because the timing is right-- this is a need that wells up inside me and it takes all I have not to risk ruining this moment by demanding that Amanda get off her birth control.

I didn't really expect to end up in bed with Amanda tonight. Sure, I hoped things would go well and I'd get to feel her body against mine again, but I wasn't expecting it. I sure as hell wasn't expecting things to work out the way they have.

Who the fuck knows what changed her mind? I'm just going to enjoy that fact that she did.

And I'm going to do everything in my power not to fuck up again because now that I have her in my hands again I know there's not another woman on this planet that will ever compare to Amanda.

So I don't say a fucking word about making babies. With luck, there's plenty of time for that later.

What I do say is, "Oh my God..." It's part surprise and part sheer pleasure when Amanda pushes against my shoulder and rolls me onto my back.

Her leg swings over mine and before I can react she's kneeling between my legs and taking my cock down her throat till I feel it constrict around my head.

"Holy shit...baby..." I lose the rest of my words to a low groan as she slides her mouth up my shaft and back down to the base while her hand works in tandem with her lips and tongue.

As good as it feels, I know I can't let her keep this up. I want to come inside her, watching her eyes roll up in her head while her pretty face contorts in pleasure.

"Wait--" Amanda protests as I reluctantly move out from under her.

"I want to fuck you," I say by way of explanation as I push her down on her back and settle my weight over her.

Her eyes go wide in the dim light in the room and her lips drop open in a little sigh but I don't know if it's my words or the the tip of my dick sliding against her that causes the breathy little sound but I fucking love it and the need to be inside her comes on stronger than ever.

Amanda tilts her hips and the slight change in position puts the source of her heat to line up with me. There's no holding back, I slide into the tight wetness of her body and it feels like coming home.

I love the sound she makes as I push my way in, a high-pitched little half gasp/half squeal that ends abruptly when I bottom out.

Her nails rip through my shoulders, finding purchase and digging in. It stings but it also feels fucking fantastic, having her hands gripping my arms as tightly as her cunt is gripping my cock.

It takes more self control than I expected to hold still, full seated inside her, waiting for her body to relax and adjust to my size.

Sweat beads on my forehead and my breath comes harshly as her walls flutter around me, making it impossible not to draw back and thrust back into her.

Her nails tighten in my shoulders, her fingertips pressing into my skin, and I swear she's pulling me back into her body harder and faster than I'm moving on my own but I can't tell for sure. I'm too busy fucking Amanda just the way she wants me to, obeying the soft cries she makes and the sharp commands she gives me till I've got her panting so hard she can't say anything at all.

I know I've got her now, or rather, she's got me.

When I feel her tighten up around my dick, squeezing it till I can hardly keep moving in her, I lose it with her.

The sound of Amanda screaming my name as she comes on my cock is too much for me to take. I feel my balls tighten up and my body goes off like a pump, pouring my seed into her as she spasms around me like her body is trying to drink me deeper.

Finally her hands release their grip on me, dropping to the bed beside her as she fights to regain her breath.

I collapse over her, too exhausted to worry about what just happened or what it means. All I know is Amanda is here with me in my cabin, and she's here with me in my bed, naked and satisfied and kissing the side of my face lightly till I turn my head to face her.

"I'll buy you all the shoes you want," I say with a smile, "if it means we do that every night."

Immediately I regret saying it. I wait for her body to stiffen under mine, for her to drag her soft warmth away from me. I steel myself for her rejection now that I've spoken out loud and shattered the moment.

Instead, Amanda's lips press softly to mine and then she smiles. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Bennett," she teases, "that's a lot of shoes."

"I love you."

The words tumble out of my mouth like I've told her that every day for our entire lives. They don't even take me by surprise until she shifts slightly under me, repositioning herself so she's more beside me than beneath me.

My eyes have had time to adjust to the soft glow from the moonlight and the lights strung over the roof outside, giving me a clear look at the expression on her face. An expression I have no idea how to read.

Once again I find myself prepared for her to realize where she is and who's she's with and remember why she refused to talk to me for weeks.

Then the slightly dropped chin relaxes and a shy smile replaces the look of confusion.

"I had a hunch," she tells me quietly.