Shagging had become a game with each of them determined to get the upper hand, involving much rolling and tussling about the shelter. Not that there were any complaints forthcoming from either of them; when they weren't actively kissing or groping, grinding, groaning and panting, there was a fair amount of enthusiastic and bubbling laughter as well. The alcohol loosened Ami's inhibitions, which was ironic since she hadn't realized she had any inhibitions left where making love to - or fucking - Scott was concerned.
Lying on her side with Scott spooned up behind her, Ami allowed him his brief moment of victory while she enjoyed in the enjoyment of the delightful sensations he worked across her body. One leg slipped between hers, rubbing teasing against her while Scott's mouth suckled her neck. The rolling of her nipples between his thumb and forefingers produced a low, desperate moan which caused her to press back against him, her body quivering and tightening in pleasure. Every movement of his leg, every gentle tug on sensitized nipples took her slightly higher and made her slightly more desperate.
Before she lost it and gave herself up completely, Ami pushed back and rolled them a quarter turn so that she was lying on top of him.
"Minx," Scott growled against her throat, the hands on her breasts squeezing hard enough that the line between pleasure and pain blurred. She keened softly, slipping a bit down that slope towards reckless abandon before centering herself again. He tried to roll them again, but Ami anticipated that and braced her feet on either side of his thighs.
"Wait. I'm feeling creative." That one single phrase was accompanied by a few images of exactly what she had in mind. Scott's gutteral groan along with his hands roughly gripping her hips and the surge of overwhelming ardor she felt told her that he was receptive to the idea. That didn't stop his hands from roaming from her hips to reach between her legs, a few fingers dipping inside to cause her to thrash and moan incoherently for a few hazy moments.
It was with great reluctance that she forced his hand away and before he could consider his next move, she lowered herself, taking him inside. Scott's hands reflexively tightened on her thighs, their pleased moans echoing together in the dark of the teepee. Head thrown back against his shoulder, Ami closed her eyes and began the slow, steady rocking of her hips, guiding them both towards ecstasy.
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[Ami] Getting lucky (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-05-21 04:58 pm (UTC)Lying on her side with Scott spooned up behind her, Ami allowed him his brief moment of victory while she enjoyed in the enjoyment of the delightful sensations he worked across her body. One leg slipped between hers, rubbing teasing against her while Scott's mouth suckled her neck. The rolling of her nipples between his thumb and forefingers produced a low, desperate moan which caused her to press back against him, her body quivering and tightening in pleasure. Every movement of his leg, every gentle tug on sensitized nipples took her slightly higher and made her slightly more desperate.
Before she lost it and gave herself up completely, Ami pushed back and rolled them a quarter turn so that she was lying on top of him.
"Minx," Scott growled against her throat, the hands on her breasts squeezing hard enough that the line between pleasure and pain blurred. She keened softly, slipping a bit down that slope towards reckless abandon before centering herself again. He tried to roll them again, but Ami anticipated that and braced her feet on either side of his thighs.
"Wait. I'm feeling creative." That one single phrase was accompanied by a few images of exactly what she had in mind. Scott's gutteral groan along with his hands roughly gripping her hips and the surge of overwhelming ardor she felt told her that he was receptive to the idea. That didn't stop his hands from roaming from her hips to reach between her legs, a few fingers dipping inside to cause her to thrash and moan incoherently for a few hazy moments.
It was with great reluctance that she forced his hand away and before he could consider his next move, she lowered herself, taking him inside. Scott's hands reflexively tightened on her thighs, their pleased moans echoing together in the dark of the teepee. Head thrown back against his shoulder, Ami closed her eyes and began the slow, steady rocking of her hips, guiding them both towards ecstasy.