Her fingers began to stroke and fondle you, matching the rhythm of their hips as she took you deeper inside her body with each thrust. Her other hand continued to torment your nipple, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you as she leaned in closer still, breathing hot air onto the sensitive peak.

"Tell me to stop," she repeated, her voice growing more demanding now. "Or do you want this?"

With a low laugh, Amy released your nipple at last and straightened up, letting your chest heave for air as she met your gaze. She smiled sweetly, knowing full well that she had won this round. With one final, powerful thrust that made you groan loudly, she collapsed on top of you, still straddling your lap but spent from their exertions. "I think you wanted it," she panted, her breath warm against your ear. "But don't worry, we can take it slow next time."