Ian and Amy go at it like the Midnight Express

As the lights went out, time and space seemed to disappear. Nothing but the sound of blankets shuffling and frantic shifting could be heard, as everyone tried to assume positions in pitch darkness. In one instant I felt myself sink into the bed as the duvet was pulled over us, and all at once I felt Amy all over me. Jamming her lips on mine, she tongued my saliva like a man dying of thirst in the desert, and her hands clawed all around my upper body, as though unsure of whether to pin my arms down or caress my torso. Most of all, her crotch ground against mine, streaking her molten arousal down my thigh, trying to get at the phallic beast behind my underwear.

It was like being in the middle of a shark frenzy, except far sexier, and I was almost content to spend the night away with Amy marking me with her deliciously musky scent. Eventually I reached out and snaked my fingers along the side of her basque, finding the zipper that held the boundaries of silk and skin. She hissed long and low as I freed her weapons of mass distraction, leaving them to dangle and graze their tips across my chest. In response Amy pushed her hand past my straining boxers, firmly grasping my iron rod, and I mirrored her gesture with an index down her panties. It felt like dipping my finger into the tears of angels, and she gasped as I pressed ever closer to her button.

"No more," she whispered. "Fuck me until the walls shake."

That did it. A wave of air-conditioning graced us as we tore the blanket off and tried to get into position. The sounds of our friends echoed all around us, groaning and squealing and humping and slurping in a cacophony of thresholds passed, as if we were being serenaded by our own group of backup singers. Somehow I managed to get Amy on her back, and she poised her calves over my shoulders so she was half-dangling off of me. By this time my cock was so hard it physically hurt, aching for the union we had denied ourselves for two weeks.

"You waiting for a fucking invite?!" Amy hissed. "Just gooooo-oooo-oooo-ooooooooungh - !"

I leaned in, burying my entire swollen length into Amy's dripping box in one swoop, slamming the air out of our lungs. We barely had time to draw out the moan before our hips took over for us, repeating the motion in a series of hard and fast repetitions, smacking and smashing and splashing the mixture of our juices each time. The culmination of a fortnight of endless teasing, caressing and longing had boiled over into an unstoppable ****, and would not be impeded until the flood of our desires had run its full course. Grunting like a wild bull I gripped Amy's pert tits as they jiggled from our violent lovemaking, rubbing over her nipples while I kissed around her neck and shoulders.

"Ian!" she wailed, and I honestly thought I had brought her to tears. "Oh g - fu-u-u-u-a-a-a-aaaaaaaa! Ian! Ian!"

She pulled me in for another kiss, and we tasted the mix of sweat and lust and tears while our lower bodies continued to go at it like a pair of jackhammers, showing no signs of stopping...

Then a burst of light filled our vision.