Fingerfuck her.

Amber’s attention is focused on her golden orbs as you plunder their wealth with your mouth and hands; she's taken by surprise when you reach down with one hand to pierce the gates of her twat and lay siege to her clit with your fingers. “Fuck!” she shouts. “Oh, fuck, Rob, yes, yes, yes!” She lowers herself a little, resting some of her weight on your palm, to increase the pressure. In response, you increase the speed of your **** on her clit and give her nipple a nip for good measure.

You revel in the feeling of Amber’s sweet melon in your mouth and her sex in your fingers, knowing you have this wondrously sexy woman in (literally) the palm of your hand. She is wantonly abandoned to arousal and desire, which is an incredible turn-on. So, you up the ante. You lick and suck your way across Amber’s spectacular chest from one nipple to the other, which you give a sharp nip and then suck hard, then flick the first nipple with your forefinger. At the same time, you slide your hand down her twat and push two fingers hard into her tight cunt. She’s tight enough that you meet resistance, but so wet that you’re able to **** your way in. You fingerfuck her hard and fast, taking care to rub hard on her G-spot as you do, grinding the heel of your hand against her clit.

As all this stimulation hits her at once, Amber screams, "Aaahh, FUCK!" She squeezes her legs together, raising herself further off your lap, and arches her back. Her nipple comes out of your mouth with an audible pop as she erupts in a wordless howl, but you keep your hand in her pussy. You fuck her furiously as she spasms hard around your fingers, leaving juices dripping down your hand. She collapses into your shoulder, shaking and shuddering.

You start to pull your fingers out of Amber’s cunt, but she shakes her head wildly. “Don’t stop . . . don’t stop . . .” You’re perfectly happy to keep going, so you shift your hand a little bit and keep fingerfucking her, this time with your thumb on her love button. You bend back down to her tit and begin licking all around her nipple; you shift your grip with your other hand and begin rolling her entire boob between your fingers. You settle down to a steady rhythm sucking her nipple and rubbing her clit, and before long Amber is once again moaning and writhing. “Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . my tits . . . my clit . . . ohh, fuck me . . . fuck me . . . make me yours . . . all yours . . . so good . . . so good . . . ohh, Rob, you’re so GOOD!”

Amber's voice gets lower and lower and more and more intense until the last word comes out in a focused whisper; she sags forward against you and holds on to your neck for dear life. You hold her close, kissing her head gently as she buries her face in your neck; when she sits up again, her eyes are bright, and you realize she’s been quietly crying into your shoulder. Concerned, you ask, “What’s wrong?”

Her smile is brilliant, like a sunburst through clouds—you almost want to look for a rainbow. In a low, throaty voice she says, “Absolutely nothing. That was wonderful . . . it was just . . . different. I don’t know how to say it, but it was a good kind of different. I’ve never felt anything quite like that before—and you made me feel that way. Thank you.” You won’t pretend to understand what she means, but if she’s happy, that’s all that matters.