Though it wasn't her first time being this close to his erect member, Amelia's expression still shifted to one of coy embarrassment when it nearly slapped her face as it sprang free.
Gently, she reached out, her slender fingers encircling Oliver's shaft. Her fingers had always been a bit cold, and the contrast between her icy touch and the heat of Oliver's member was like a blend of fire and ice, sending a pleasurable shiver through him that parted his lips in a silent cry.
With a delicate hand, she began to slowly stroke his shaft, the friction of her slender fingers against his skin causing Oliver a profound sense of comfort. After a few gentle strokes, Amelia slowly pulled back the foreskin, revealing the purplish, glistening glans.
Bending down, she extended her tongue, its tip quivering slightly as it traced a delicate line across the sensitive head, causing him to thrust upwards in response. Following his movement, Amelia's warm, red lips parted, engulfing his member within her mouth, her cheeks bulging with the size of his erection.
As the shaft entered the warm, moist confines of her mouth, Amelia's lips gently pressed together, sliding along his length, passing over the glans and the sensitive slit, then closing around him. The mixture of her saliva and the natural lubrication of his arousal was swallowed by her, her throat working silently.
She then took his entire length into her mouth, her soft tongue circling the slick glans as she slowly descended, taking him deeper into her throat. Her head moved in a rhythmic motion, stimulating every inch of his member, which soon glistened with a mixture of their fluids, reflecting the light in a lascivious gleam.
Amelia continued to lavish attention on him, but Oliver abruptly pulled her close, his hand finding its way under her sailor dress, easily capturing a full, soft breast.
Amelia's breasts were plump and supple, their smooth elasticity making him feel as if he held the world in his hands, and he began to knead them with increasing fervor.
These globes seemed to cast a spell over him, tugging at his very core.
As he squeezed, Oliver sighed deeply, pinching and rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers while his other hand explored upwards from her thigh. Gently lifting her dress, he found the familiar warmth of her vulva, already dewy with arousal from their earlier play.
The heat and moistness of her nether lips greeted his fingers, and as he delved deeper, he began to gently rub and捻 her labia, taking his time, not rushing to penetrate or engage in immediate copulation.
While teasing her with his fingers, he lifted her dress higher, exposing her ample bosom and lowering his head to her rosy nipples.
Amelia's areolas were distinct from most women's, smaller and encircling her nipples like a delicate halo, a blushing pink within the white. Drawn to the proximity of her tender peaks, he inhaled deeply before capturing one in his lips, his tongue flicking gently across the peak.
"Mmm..." Startled by his sudden action, Amelia let out a soft cry.
As he licked her nipple, his fingers, which had been circling her labia, began to slowly sink into her sopping wet channel.
His entry was slow, like a slow-motion scene, each finger feeling the sludge of her desire, and as he touched the muddy entrance, he continued to delve deeper, the plump labia parting like a keyhole for his cylindrical key, the fleshy folds of her labia making way for his intrusion.
Just a few millimeters in, and he felt the delicate warmth of Amelia's vaginal walls, both the entrance and the interior encasing his fingers like layers of succulent fruit, warm, moist, and tightly gripping.
Fortunately, the flowing nectar within her sex acted as a lubricant, allowing him to easily slide his fingers in and out of her channel.
After a few strokes, Amelia's channel became even more slippery, and her sensual, full lips parted to emit soft, lingering moans that wrapped around them.
Oliver, seeing her furrowed brow and hearing her gentle moans, felt his lust intensify. He leaned down and lightly pressed his lips to hers in a fleeting kiss.
As they explored each other, they became more immersed in their passion. They rolled across the soft expanse of the bed, his hands slipping beneath Amelia's sailor dress, their bodies entwining as they rolled from one side to the other, like two creatures on the verge of mating, entangled together.
After several rolls, his already fiery member was nestled between Amelia's thighs. The straight glans brushed against the wet entrance of her sex, ready to penetrate.
Amelia naturally felt the heat and stiffness of the member between her legs. Though she yearned for it, her modesty prevented her from voicing her desire outright. Instead, her legs squeezed inward, rubbing against the root of her thighs, the implication of the action clear without words.
Oliver thrust his hips, pushing his member against the outside of her sex, parting the fleshy labia and tight vaginal entrance as he entered. The tightness of her sex, even after numerous times, still provided a pleasurable resistance, the warm, wet walls clinging to his shaft, pulsating around him.
With each thrust, the contractions brought him intense pleasure. He gritted his teeth, holding his breath, and began to move slowly, easing in and out.
His movements were deliberate, each thrust accompanied by a deep, soul-shaking thrill.
Beneath him, Amelia lifted her body in rhythm with his thrusts. As he plunged deep, she rose to meet him; as he withdrew, she lowered herself, their synchronized dance of passion immersing them both in the ecstasy of their union.
"Mmm... Ah..."
Their bodies pressed together, he could feel the sway of Amelia's breasts with each thrust, the impact of his member causing them to ripple like waves, the sensation most pronounced for him as he lay atop her.
As his thrusts continued, Amelia's breasts swayed, the motion akin to riding a boat through waves, the undulations bringing him a swift pleasure that urged him to increase the pace and force of his thrusts.
"Slap slap slap slap..."
The room's temperature rose with their escalating desire. Entwined, they became one, Oliver pressing down on Amelia, their hands clasped tightly above her head, his member thrusting vigorously within her tight sheath.
"Oliver... Oh..."
Amelia moaned, her eyes filled with a dazed ecstasy.
Her sex was a quagmire of desire, and several times his penis slipped out during their rapid coupling, but switching to a doggy style position alleviated the issue.
Amelia, on all fours, supported herself on the headboard with her hands.
He reached under her arms from behind, gently grasping her swaying breasts, and continued to thrust, making the most of the moment.
Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved in unison. Amelia's position shifted from prone to lying flat as Oliver, behind her, plunged his thick member into her upturned rear, thrusting without respite. Within moments, he felt the telltale contractions of Amelia's vagina, her walls quivering in a rhythmic tremor. The sensations reverberating through his embedded member were intense, prompting Oliver to thrust deeply, desiring to bury himself completely within her.
Finally, with one forceful thrust, Amelia cried out in a sharp, keening wail as her orgasm washed over her. The cool sensation of her juices impact his glans, and he could no longer contain his own release. His semen, hot and fierce, mixed with her own, churning within her in a tempestuous blend.
Spent, Oliver collapsed onto Amelia, as if all his strength had been siphoned away. He lay there, resting on her, for a long while.