Amy blushed as she repeated her instructions. "I will say 'yellow' if I want you to slow down, 'red' if I want you to stop, but if I don't say that, you won't stop.
"Good. Now, try to relax," he whispered, that damnable feather still tracing light, teasing patterns on her thigh, then trailing up to flit over her hips before coming down, just as lightly, on the other side. Amy was already moaning, her hips beginning to roll lightly.
Jake began to torture her again, the feather running over her hardened nipples, then up behind her ear. Suddenly, she felt a sting of pain that quickly turned into something that felt very,
very
good. Something had hit her right on her toned rear, and it had felt amazing. She settled down as the feather continued its trail all over her body, then yelped as another sting bloomed on the other side of her rear. To Amy's embarrassment, and Jake's arousal, a long, low moan immediately followed her protestation.
How long Jake kept this up, Amy didn't know, but it felt like hours. The combination of the light feather's touch and the randomly administered swats had Amy trapped somewhere between insanity and ecstasy, the feelings immensely pleasurable, but not enough to bring her to a climax. She found herself voicing what she had been thinking for what seemed like an eternity.
"Jake, please. Please."
"Please what, Amy?" Another spank. Another jolt of pleasure spreading throughout her body.
"Please, please make me cum. I'm so close, please, Jake!"
That's when she heard the buzzing sound.
Unbeknownst to Amy, while she had been pleading, Jake had silently pulled the Magic Wand from its hiding place and brought it very close to Amy's clit. As she moaned and begged, Jake pressed it against her clit, finally turning it on. Amy shrieked as the sensations flooded her body, the pleasure so intense after the long foreplay that it was almost painful. The orgasm hit her unexpectedly, crashing down over her in waves, receding only to hit her again and again. Thankfully, she remained conscious this time, although she knew her legs weren't moving any time soon. She tried to speak but found that her brain couldn't quite form words yet, either. Amy felt like her head was wrapped in a soft, warm, fuzzy blanket. She was so full of afterglow that she didn't notice Jake uncuffing her wrists and removing the blindfold.
Amy's eyes burned for a moment as they adjusted to the light, and then Jake was cuddling her from behind, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist, the other absently stroking her hips. After a time, Amy found the will to speak again.
"Jake, that was so good. I don't know how you keep doing this to me, I really don't. I've never been this orgasmic with anyone before. God, it's so strong!"
Jake grinned to himself before replying. "Never judge a book by its cover, Amy. I'm going to make you feel a lot of things you've never felt before."
"Seriously, I've never felt anything like that. You're playing my body like a fiddle."
"Just taking my time and enjoying the wonderful view."
For some reason, that last sentence, more than anything else, had Amy blushing. Then she felt guilty. That was the second time that Jake had completely rocked her world, and to her knowledge, he hadn't had so much as a single orgasm. Amy felt the overwhelming need to even the score, wordlessly rolling over and kissing him sensually. Her small hand stroked down his jawline as she lightly kissed him, drawing her tongue across his lips, every moment a buildup, a tease, tantalizing him the way he had done to her. Breathless, Jake could only look on as Amy kissed her way down his body, inhaling sharply when she bit down on his nipples before making her way to his hips. Here, Amy began to tease again, kissing her way along the line of his waist, biting down into his hips, making Jake buck and arch. But Amy refused to go any lower, with her lips, anyway. Her hands began their own assault on Jake's thighs, lightly drawing her nails up, up, ever so close...but pulling away at the last minute to start over again at his knees.
Jake was writhing at this point, his hands uselessly clutching the sheets, tearing at the bed as Amy did everything she could to torture him, and nothing at all to give him what he wanted. He was in agony, each touch of her fingers pure fire, her lips lightning bolts of electricity shooting through him. When Amy surprised him by swooping down and licking one, slow line from the base of his shaft, Jake let out an inarticulate cry, the sensation overwhelming after having been teased so brutally. Her soft, soft hands trailed up his thighs to lightly cup his balls, sharp nails delicately running across the sensitive skin, making him shudder violently and claw once again at the sheets.
Amy loved watching his reactions, seeing how easily she could make Jake shake and moan so easily. Far from the imposing, powerful man he had been when he was inside her, he might as well have been her puppet here. She decided the poor guy had had enough, and when he least expected it; she took him deep into her mouth.
Amy, while not promiscuous, was not a stranger to sucking dick. Jake's girth presented a challenge. Normally, what she had just done should have been enough to inhale almost any dick down to the base, and she had only made it halfway. Damn his girthy cock! Pulling up and away to breathe, she noticed Jake still had his head thrown back, moaning as Amy began to bob up and down. She smirked and kept sucking hard every time her head came up, swirling her tongue when her head went back down, lubricating Jake's sizeable rod. Amy wanted to go deeper. She wanted to please Jake as completely and totally as he had pleased her. Amy bobbed down hard again, taking enough of him to need to open her throat, gag reflex long since mastered. But still she couldn't take him all. Frustrated and feeling challenged, she redoubled her efforts, nearly fucking her own throat on Jake's dick, trying to stretch her jaw enough to fit him all.
Jake was about to have a coronary. Although Amy's competitive nature made her want to please him as much as possible, Jake was looking at that point in the rearview mirror. Amy's technique had him writhing from moment one, her throat muscles massaging the tip of his dick as she took him deeper down than any woman ever had. He felt himself getting close to his limit, and knew he had to warn her, but he was so overwhelmed with pleasure he could barely manage the word "Close".
Far from stopping, Amy seemed to go into a frenzy, bobbing and sucking even harder, her tongue going crazy, sliding all over Jake's shaft as she triumphantly buried her head down to the root. She heard Jake yell, a primordial sound somewhere between a grunt, moan, and bellow, and felt rather than tasted him cum, his dick so deep down her throat she could barely taste a thing. Amy felt him pulse and throb, his hands lightly running through her hair.
Amy pulled away, grateful for the fresh air, and looked down at her handiwork. Jake was immobile save for several full-body spasms that wracked him. She smiled, her own challenge surmounted.
Doesn't look like Jake minded, either,
she said to herself. Satisfied, she curled up next to Jake and cuddled under his arm. Half conscious, Jake felt the warmth of Amy's body and automatically draped a hand behind her back, pulling her close. She smiled and molded herself against his body, contentedly drifting off to sleep.
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Amy awoke to hands sliding over her bare back, not sexually, just enjoying the expanse of smooth skin without hurry or purpose.
Well,
she thought to herself,
when Jake isn't being a shy, sappy nerd, he's apparently an insatiable orgasm machine.
She felt much less awkward now, the Vegas sunlight streaming in through their window. Cuddled against Jake as she was, Amy felt it when his breathing changed a few moments later. She smiled at him, slowly playing his hair through her fingers.
"Hey, sleepyhead. As much fun as it would be to stay here and give each other spine-cracking orgasms all day, I really do wanna see a little bit of Vegas
outside
of the hotel room."
Jake yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, then glancing over at the angelic from splayed out next to him, still half-believing he was dreaming.
"Yeah, that sounds good. What do you want to do?"
Amy thought about it briefly, then rattled off several ideas. "Well, I want to go to the Fremont Street Experience and see all the old school Vegas bars and casinos. Then I really want to see the Stratosphere and go on some of the rides. I dunno what else, I mean, we've already done so much more than most people ever get to in Vegas."
Jake traced her hip idly as he smiled back at her. "Yeah, I'd say so."
Amy blushed a brilliant shade of scarlet before hitting Jake with a pillow. "Not
THAT
! I'm pretty sure lots of people get laid in Vegas, Jake." She stood and stretched, Jake's eyes still on her appreciatively. "I just meant that we've kind of been spoiled. I mean, you just have to snap your fingers and get whatever you want.
"Not everything. I have a feeling that if I tried to snap my fingers at you, it wouldn't end well for me."
"Well," Amy said, smirking as she rose from the luxurious bed, "some things are worth working for." As she sashayed away, she carried the sheet with her, obscuring but not hiding her glorious ass from view. Jake could only stare in awe, transfixed as she walked away.
