A pleasant distraction

In one motion, Amy kicks her leg up and rolls onto you, straddling your stomach. She’s a warm and welcome weight, but you don’t get so much as a gasp of surprise out before her hands are on either side of your head and her lips are against yours. Frozen stock still for a moment, it doesn’t take long for you to thaw and melt under her, returning the rapacious attention she’s showing you with her mouth as best as you are able, as your hands almost reflexively find her waist. Her tongue all but darts down your throat, causing you to gently squeeze the rolls of fat under your fingers, prompting her to respond with a short gasp, giving way to a giggle as she pulls back.

_Oh, you think, that’s why those are called ‘love handles.’_

Amy stops grabbing your head, instead propping herself up with her palms against the bed on either side of it. It’s hard to see in the dim room, growing darker still as the sun sets outside, and looking up her face is framed in a tangle of hair draping down towards you. Again, the two of you find yourselves still, staring at each other, and silent but for the sound of heavy breathing. A drop of water falls from a strand of Amy’s hair onto your chest, and she pushes it back, giving you a better look at her expression; she’s grinning, but there’s a hint of hesitation.

“So.... you good?” she asks, after a moment.

“Yeah, I—“ your voice cracks— “yeah, I’m good.”

“Good,” she says, with a wider grin. She pulls back further such that she’s sitting up, giving you a better look at her breasts in the low light of the room, but before you can take the sight in too much on its own, her weight shifts, and you poorly stifle a gasp. Your hard cock, still standing at attention, finds itself nestled in the cleft of Amy’s ass, bowing slightly under the weight, almost painful in its unbending. Amy just as quickly leans forward. “Sorry, sorry!” she says.

“No no no,” you say, “it’s fine, it’s, uh. Good,” you repeat simply. Amy takes a moment before leaning back again, slower this time, gently bearing her butt down once more upon your boner, raising herself up and down from her knees as your cock glides vertically in between her cheeks. Your breath hitches again, and Amy lets out a warm chuckle as she changes pace, moving slower for the next couple pumps of her plush posterior, before picking it back up. You don’t even realize you’re bucking your hips into the motion until she pulls away, and you look back to her almost **** not to stop. She’s lifting herself up again, this time moving a hand between her legs, and you let out a low, short moan as you feel her grip your penis, angling it forward towards your upper body, before lowering herself back down.

“F-fuck, Amy,” you say, feeling her warmth and wetness as your shaft now lies pressed between her lower lips, as her up and down motion is replaced with one going back and forth, grinding her mound against your cock.

“Still good?” she asks between pants.

“Yeah, good. Great.” You respond, leaning your head back and just thrusting against her, doing your best to match her **** and rhythm, losing yourself to it, until....