How long we took before the first move was made remains anyone's guess. The funny thing was, despite the obvious desire to shag each other on the spot, there was no rush to do so. It was like looking at an elaborate, expensive cake for dessert and not knowing where to start.
Eventually, though, my urges took over where my brain had short-circuited. Placing my palm firmly on Amy's shoulder, I pulled her in for a kiss, and was promptly rewarded by her tongue making an entrance like a freight train. At the same time, her fingers gripped my shirt as if she wanted to tear it off my body, and her thigh ground madly against my length like she was prospecting for oil. It felt very much like trying to get screwed by an earthquake, and ordinarily I would have let nature run its course, but that wasn't the plan this time. Somehow I managed to roll Amy off me onto the grass, and she quickly got onto her elbows, looking very much like a provoked panther on the prowl with her hair messily framing her features. A growl would not have sounded out of place.
"You know, Ian," she purred. "If you wanted me to fuck you into the ground, all you had to do was ask."
"Close, but not quite what I had in mind," I replied as I got up, pulling Amy by the wrist. After a few seconds of getting our balance back, we ended up kissing and groping our way to the nearest thicket, bushes and shrubs and trees all around us. A bit of push wars later, Amy ended up pressed against a trunk, and thus the liplocking continued. This time was my turn to go on the offensive, thumbing Amy's nipples through her sports bra and gently kneeing her damp crotch. An attempt by her to handjob me through my clothes was stopped by my own hand, pressing it back against her lower body so she felt her own arousal. Eventually it got to the point where she yanked her own chest armor upwards, revealing her nipples that were so hard they might have stopped a bullet or two.
"Fuck, Ian," she hissed as her eyes rolled back in her head. "When the hell did you become such a goddamn tease?"
"Oh, I learn from the best." That was the last Amy heard from me before I knelt down, pulled down her matted pants and licked up her thigh.
"F-f-f-oooongh," Amy groaned, jamming a palm on my head. The next phase of the plan had begun in earnest, as I tongued the area all around her sopping box. All without actually diving in. It achieved the desired effect: Amy was hyperventilating above me, driven wild by the accumulation of our mating ritual run, the clothed foreplay and the near misses I was giving her.
"Fucking hell, Ian," she screamed, "Put it in already!"
I rewarded her with a kiss on her clitoris.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Hitting an octave I never imagined her capable of reaching, Amy shuddered as she came against my mouth. A gush of delicious nectar greeted my tongue, which I pushed into her canal to lap up the rest. I might have stayed there for another hour if she hadn't pulled me up by my shirt.
"All right, enough of this foreplay shit," she growled at me through the crazed smile of an asylum inmate. "Either you fuck me into next week, or you're going to walk out of here with a broken pelvis."
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