On her back, and spread 'em.

You hear your voice rough with lust as you say, “Lie on your back.” Amber complies eagerly. You can tell how utterly wanton she’s feeling from the fact that she moans when you grab her thighs and move them up and out, bending her as close to double as she’ll go and splaying her legs to leave her twat gaping open. She grabs her knees to hold the position and looks at you. You take a moment to bend down and give her twat a rough lick, sucking her clit into your mouth and letting it go with a pop. Amber gasps and you can see a mini-orgasm shudder through her, leaving her craving your cock even more.

You position yourself above her and drive your shaft balls-deep in her cunt with one powerful stroke, making Amber cry out in pleasure. You’re laying on her thighs, though you support yourself with your hands on the bed, both to keep from squishing her and to enable your thrusts. You’re both completely wild at this point; you give it to her as hard as you possibly can, using your fuckpole as a piledriver to hammer her into the bed. Amber clutches your shoulders for dear life and gasps, “Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . harder . . . harder . . . fuck, baby . . . pound me so deep . . . so fucking deep . . . all yours . . . big fucking cock . . . tight fucking pussy . . . pound me so fucking deep . . . take me like your fucking slut . . . give me your big fucking cock . . . give me your hot fucking man-cum . . . make me cum . . . make me cum like your slut . . . make me your fucking cumslut . . .”

The expression on Amber’s face of utter abandonment to lust and sensation is almost intolerably arousing. She rolls her head back and screams as her orgasm hits her like an earthquake. You can feel the epicenter as her cunt squeezes your cockhead like it wants to pop it off, and yours detonates into the heart of her climax. You lift your hands from the bed, letting the full weight of your torso come down on her; you grab her head and kiss her, demanding everything. She matches it with the force of her own need, giving you everything and demanding all of you at the same time, and your kiss fills with the power of your combined orgasms. You’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t notice as your climax ebbs away; Amber only breaks away when she starts having trouble breathing. She tries twisting her hips; you take the clue, push off, and collapse beside her.

You settle down to hold Amber, spooned once more, for what seems like hours and could never be long enough. Once you can think about something more than how wonderful she feels in your arms, a curious thought occurs to you. “Where did you come up with ‘pussy rocket?’” you ask.

“Do you not like?” she asks in return, sounding a little worried.

“No, I love it. It’s definitely good for the ego. I’m just curious.”

“One of my guy friends is a biker in a gay biker club, and likes to post pictures on Facebook of himself on his bike. Well, one of his bikes—he has several. He bought a new ‘crotch rocket,’ as he likes to call them, yesterday, and posted a picture, then he made a dirty joke about it. I started thinking, well . . .”

“I see.” You can’t help smiling. Of course, you’re holding Amber, naked, and you just fucked each other halfway to oblivion (or more); there’s no possible way you could help from smiling anyway.