Shiny New Post #2
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The Doctor’s knees gave out and he fell back into Rory’s arms as he whimpered from the loss of both fullness and heat, but Rory simply discarded the plug in order to run soothing fingers through the other male’s hair as he murmured encouragements to stand back up fully.
“It’s ok, just hang on a minute, got to clean you out,” these words were just as much a strained reminder to himself as the proof of his arousal pressed insistently into the other male’s back.
“Why?” The Doctor’s plaintive question was cut off as he sucked in a sharp breath, for Rory had plunged two fingers back into his throbbing and achingly empty hole, feeling around his channel and working any last vestiges of that marvelous heat out of him. Even still he began rocking back onto those fingers, impaling himself on them because he’d been continuously sexually stimulated for over half an hour now and that was enough to turn even a Time Lord into a quivering pile of lust. Especially one so sensitive as him, as his Ponds seemed to pride themselves on proving daily.
“Because,” there was a hitch to Rory’s voice as the nurse removed his fingers making the alien squirm in further discomfort, only for him to guide the hard, hot tip of his member to the Doctor’s entrance. “Needed to make room for more.”
The Doctor moaned in ecstatic unison with Rory’s groan as the other male shoved fully in with no preamble, and his walls stretched to accommodate the much greater girth of his lover’s cock. A butt plug did not do close to justice to the size of the Last Centurion. Nor was it as deliciously hot. It was like a stab of hot, heavy fire every time the man pounded his prostate, making stars burst to life behind his eyelids.
There was wondrous heat all around him, making him feel heady, as the nurse had an arm wrapped snugly around his waist, keeping his back pressed flush against the man’s heaving chest. Pants of breath interspersed with grunts and rare curses as the angle change or he twisted his hips a certain way were gusts of hot air over his neck and throat. The water felt just shy of scalding as it rained down on them, steam rising up to the ceiling. And long, talented fingers, little tendrils of flame, wrapped around his cock and began to stroke in time with each searing thrust.
But the best was yet to come, pun intended, and the Doctor urged his lover on. “Need you, Rory. Need this so much. Only you can have me like this, can take me well and truly and mark me yours. I’m burning for you.”
His words, when he could find them in the pleasurable haze, had power. Rory bit down on his neck with a growl as his grip tightened, his hips surged, his hand squeezed. All that and the warm, wet heat of his mouth and tongue, and the thought of that red, red hickey was enough to push him over that edge, and his climax tore through him in a blaze as he cried out. The sound was just echoing back off the tiles as Rory followed, fresh seed almost scorching as it burst from the length buried in him and flowed in broiling waves deeper and deeper within him-oh yes…
They stayed like that for quite a while, breathing heavily and trying to recover their senses. He registered the water washing away his own come from Rory’s hand and the shower wall, but he felt ridiculously victorious that he lost not one drop of his lover’s. It stayed just where the nurse had seen fit to release it, and he luxuriated in the fact that that lucky place was him.
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“Doesn’t matter, you’re you,” he stated happily, giving a wriggle of his bum to indicate his intention to stay. He’d take however long he could get of Rory filling him body and seed.
But the other male stiffened at this movement. All of him stiffened, and a wave of heat seemed to rush from him to the Doctor, who shuddered and clenched. Rory groaned and dragged hands over the Time Lord’s hips, pulling him backwards and fully onto his member. The Doctor gasped as some of the come leaked out of his hole around the base of Rory’s cock, simply because he was absolutely filled.
But he wanted more, and Rory seemed more than ready to give.
“What was that about-uhn-cleaning me out?”
“Forget it, not important.”
The Doctor lost track of many things that day, like where his clothes had gone, how many hours had passed, just when had they gotten back into the bedroom, and the number of times Rory filled him with that amazing liquid heat.
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“Ready to go, Pond?”
Amy rechecked the supplies in her purse before turning around to face the Doctor, who was standing by the controls. “Think so, yeah.”
He gave a teasing grin, no doubt thinking her a bit too serious about all of this. “I know, shopping, bit of a daunting task-”
“For you,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes, slipping a hand back into her purse and clasping one of the objects tightly. Best to warm it up a bit first.
“But I did promise, and I assure you I’ll be on best behavior.” His hands were held out in front with the fingers splayed as if to showcase his innocence, that he had nothing up his sleeves. Of course he didn’t even think to consider she might. It would cost him.
“No offense, Raggedy Man, but I kind of doubt that,” Amy told him truthfully, making him pout. Oh, that pout, it was too pathetically adorable for words. “So I got something to make sure you are.”
“Oh really, and what might that be?” He crossed his arms as she slowly approached, a clear challenge despite the beginnings of apprehension she saw gathering in his eyes. Too late, Doctor.
“Turn around, trousers and pants down,” she instructed, pulling the little bottle of lube she was holding out of her purse and unscrewed the lid to begin applying the substance to her fingers.. The Doctor’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest, but she held up a sticky digit. “You said I was in charge today.”
“I- I didn’t mean you could just-” he stammered, but did as asked. Her firm tone of voice was not to be trifled with. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want it. He unclipped his braces and slid both trousers and pants down to around his ankles, clearly thinking this was something like a quickie as he braced his hands against the console. His neck and the tips of his ears were already an embarrassed red when he sucked in a breath in reaction to her pushing a lubed finger into his hole. His walls clenched around her, but she did her best to remain level-headed as she slid it in and out enough times to consider him ready for a second finger.
“Amy…” the Doctor whined as he spread his legs just a little bit more and leaned so his arse was sticking out toward her. She felt a familiar heat coil in her center and so quickly retrieved the object central to her plan before she lost her resolve. He was scissored open and a fair bit slick now, but it was still slow going easing it past his entrance, especially as his arsecheeks clenched in reaction to the foreign object.
“Hey, it’s ok, it’s just a toy,” she said soothingly, coaxing him gently back open.
“Uhn! Like a plug?” He asked, clearly scrambling for his ever-expanding knowledge of the sexual side of life. She’d been rather smug to discover there was something they could teach him for once.
In the here and now, Amy smirked. Her boys had told her all about yesterday’s activities, which she’d then had them demonstrate. Repeatedly. “Sort of. This is a vibrating egg.” She finally got it in all the way and removed her fingers, withdrawing a wipe from her purse next to clean them off.
“Vibrating…?” He trailed off uncertainly, still standing there with his pants down like he expected something more. She could give him that, just a taste at least.
So Amy took out perhaps the most important part, the remote control. “With the push of a button. Observe, Doctor.” She activated it on the lowest setting.
“Oh!” He cried out in shock and his arsehole spasmed as his cheeks clenched again, but clearly this time around the device instead of blocking its entry. His whole body was shaking when she turned it off, and when she leaned around to look his mouth was gaping open and his knuckles white where he gripped the edge of the console.
“Good, yeah?” She checked, and after a moment he gulped and then nodded, seeming unable to get his voice to work. “Glad you think so, cause you’re keeping it in for a while.”
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“I’m taking you shopping with me, and every time you misbehave, I’ll switch it on,” she told him matter-of-factly, doing just that. “And there’s more than one setting, Raggedy Man.”
She put it on the second level to demonstrate, making him moan as his hips jerked first back and then forward, seeming unsure which way to go. “Ahh, but- but what about all the people, Amy?” He managed to get out by gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. “Won’t they notice?”
She gave a casual shrug. “Maybe. Guess you don’t want to do anything that’ll make me switch it on, yeah?” She deactivated it then, leaving him trembling and gasping for breath and already half-hard, the poor Time Lord. She set about pulling his pants and trousers back up, clipping his braces back on, and patting his cheek.
“I guess not,” he choked out with something like a laugh. “Ohh, Pond. Doubt I’ve much of a choice.” He shook his head and took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself. “Alright, lead on.”
She grinned, thinking this shopping trip was shaping up to be the best one ever. “Come along, Doctor,” she teased, looping her arm through his. Should he come, indeed, she certainly wouldn’t mind.
He’d parked them in an alley and so it was a short journey to the actual shops. That was good, the Doctor felt, because he certainly needed it. It was a bit of an adjustment, walking with this egg shoved up his arse. His cheeks burned at the thought and he ducked his head to avoid meeting people’s eyes. Where he’d normally be pulling Amy along, pointing out anything of interest, now he found himself sticking to her slower pace as it allowed him to wriggle a bit in mild discomfort every so often.
Gradually, though, he felt normal enough to stop focusing on the sex toy that currently sat dormant inside him, and was relatively back in the swing of things by the time Amy led him into a large clothing store. She stopped to consider the ensemble placed on one of the mannequins near the front and so the Doctor shrugged to himself, walking a few paces away to admire a rack of bowties instead on the designated ‘male’ side of the floor.
It couldn’t have been more than a handful of minutes, really, and he wasn’t being loud or obnoxious in examining the various strips of cloth. So the Doctor was understandably shocked when he felt that increasingly familiar vibrating deep within, sending rolling jolts of sensation through him.
He slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the surprised little noise at the sudden feeling and pressed his legs together, but found that while it effectively constrained certain parts of his anatomy, it really only increased the pressure of the egg. It took him a moment to remember that was not what he wanted, and what really reminded him was a person out near the opposite wall turning their head curiously in his direction, no doubt looking for the source of that strange sound.
For there was an unexpected element to this, for him as well. Emanating from between his legs was a low bzzzt. The sound waves rippled outward in all directions, most noticeably up to his prostate.
Looking about wildly in a panic, the Doctor spotted Amy about halfway down the center aisle. She glanced at him over her shoulder, a carefully arched eyebrow giving away just how ready she’d been for this moment. He rushed over to her, the sound and other vibrations mercifully cutting out barely halfway before he’d gotten to her. “Pond, what-”
“Sorry, did I forget to mention it activates automatically with a sound signal if it gets too far away from the remote?” She interrupted him as if knowing exactly what he was about to ask.
“Yes, you did,” he hissed.
“Oops,” she said with innocent eyes that didn’t fool him for one second. A moment later that expression was replaced with a devilish grin. “Still, you ought to be pleased. Somebody must have looked at sex toys and decided they needed to be a little more sonic.”
Without another word she turned and began walking again, he tripping over his feet to catch up. Oh, was she tricky. This latest revelation pretty much ensured it would be impossible for him to slip away and remove the thing for himself.
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A salesperson was there in an instant and he offered a contrite look as he stooped to help set it upright. “Sorry, sorry, my fault. I- guh! Uhhh,” his standard babbling transformed into an entirely different kind of sound as he was forced to bend over practically double at a sudden onslaught that he should have been preparing for.
He’d misbehaved.
The vibrations, thankfully silent this time, returned full force, on the second setting he thought, and he couldn’t even attempt coherency.
“Sir, are you alright?”
“Oh, he’s fine,” he heard Amy wave off the worker’s concern, and then felt her hands tug on his arms, which were wrapped tightly around his torso to keep them still. She was warm even through the fabric of his jacket and shirt, and yet it rose goosebumps all up his arms.
Dimly he was aware that she’d dragged him away and he finally managed to wet his lips and ask in a breathy voice, “Pond, can you pl-please shut it off?” The short bursts of shuddering pleasure was one thing, but it was going on a good few minutes now and that was really starting to how more of an effect than any toy ought to have a right to.
But Amy pursed her lips. “I don’t think so, Raggedy Man. That poor woman’s going to be straightening things up back there for a while thanks to you. So you be a good boy and take your punishment.” He didn’t even notice her holding the remote until the frequency kicked up a notch and he groaned as loud as he dared into his hand. “And that’s for being presumptuous,” she added smugly.
He didn’t know how, but he forced himself to trail after her, the vibrating egg feeling hot and jittery as the repeated motion of his legs caused it to shift as his walls squeezed and undulated around it. If he was trying to push it out it wasn’t working, instead the clenching pressure seemed to draw it further in, which he was having more and more trouble coming up with internal arguments for why that wasn’t a good thing.
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“No moaning, people’ll think I’m hurting you or something,” Amy said in sotto, and with the press of a button kicked everything up another notch, which only served to make following her instructions even harder.
Ohh, like he needed any help to think about ‘harder’ at the moment.
Her judgments that he’d made some type of infraction became increasingly arbitrary, though he hardly noticed, and being at her mercy it hardly mattered. Once she held up a shirt for his inspection, asking, “Think I should try this on?”
“Wha?” He’d blurted dazedly, only having just managed to catch the tail end of the question. That had earned him an even higher setting for not paying attention. He’d honestly lost track of what level he was on now, only that each one was faster and more intense and better than the last one. He could barely see straight, everything in him was focused on those achingly good tremors that rocked through him at a building pace and sent blissful pulses over and over to his prostate. There would definitely be no removing the egg on his own, not just because he lacked the coordination to do much more than walk, but more and more so because he humiliatingly didn’t want to.
And oh, it was humiliating. All anyone had to do was notice his shallow, ragged breaths and red face and then glance down at his crotch to know the cause. The bulge there was embarrassingly obvious. Yet the appalled and mildly disgusted looks the fellow shoppers shot him before hurrying away only made him blush more and send more blood down to that engorged area, compounding the problem tenfold.
The Doctor had a blatantly obvious hard-on in a public place for all the world to see, could do nothing to hide it as Amy seemed determined to stick to the wide, open aisles in the middle of the store, and most importantly could do nothing about it. The one person he wanted more than anything to do something about it was purposefully oblivious too, and that all made it even worse.
Had he been able to take a close look he might have noticed how her breath was quick and slightly shallow herself, the slight pink tint to her cheeks, or even her rather dilated pupils, but he was too far gone to his own pleasure to think about how this might possibly be affecting hers, and every time he glanced her way he had to work to restrain himself from grabbing her and kissing her, worshipping her with lips and tongue and hands so that she might take pity on his predicament. Once or twice, a quiet yet longing, keening sound passed unbidden from his mouth, and the egg only vibrated all the harder inside him and through him.
He wanted to cry out in simultaneous frustration and joy, because it felt so good-so deliciously good-and still wasn’t enough. It no doubt made him a bad, naughty boy, but he couldn’t help wishing for something more, bigger, harder, longer, and thicker pounding into him, demanding his orgasm, instead of just fluttering so teasingly at his prostate.
The only reason he’d submitted to this little game with a sex toy was for Amy, and now he wanted her, needed her to be the one defiling him herself. And oh, did that send just another rush of sensation through him, his whole body flushed and thrumming with only her hand in his and the bite of his trousers’ zipper against his swelled cock to ground him.
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But he’d miscalculated grossly, instead lightly scraping his crotch up against the edge of the counter, producing a pins-and-needles tingle of combined pain and pleasure jolting through him with a gasp. He was lucky that was all he had vocalized for his brain was shouting something more along the lines of ‘mmm, yes, so good, so good, do that again NOW!’
He shot a look behind him to see no one in line, and to his left Amy and the employee were still talking, not paying him any mind. Surely no one would notice, and he did so desperately want to relieve some of this unbearable pressure and tension and feeling coiled tight within him like a spring. And that friction had been something he’d almost be willing to call divine…
So the Doctor rocked back and forth on the balls of his heels, grinding his clothed erection against a counter surreptitiously as possible. It was hard and rough and not really what he wanted but good enough. And yet Amy still noticed, punishing him in the best painful way by increasing the setting of the egg, that instrument of blissful torture, again and again. He was rubbing furiously against the hard surface and clenching tightly as he could around the little pulsating ball, twin shockwaves of ecstasy crashing over him now from both directions, and he could drag himself up to the height of pleasure and throw himself right over the edge if he had to-
Bzzzt!
The saleswoman and he locked eyes for a breathless moment. She was seated at her computer, likely not having even realized he was still there, and when he looked Amy was nowhere to be seen.
“Mobile,” he croaked, mouth utterly dry, and had to tear himself away from the counter in mixed thankfulness and anguish. Had he almost just done that? Oh, but he’d been so close! “Should probably take this.”
He fled back through the store, searching in increasing panic for Amy and paying little heed to the disturbed looks on the other shoppers’ faces. The buzzing was still continuing, rippling through him in time with the vibrations, and he had a hand clasped unabashedly over his bulge by the time he skidded to a halt in front of the dressing room and the sound shut off, leaving his legs still quaking under the ministrations of the egg.
The door opened and Amy leaned out, showing off her beautiful face and a creamy, bare shoulder. “Just in time, Doctor. Need some help slipping into to something more comfortable.”
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“Yes, well you’ve clearly underestimated my sensitivity. Now you’ve returned even better results than hoped and any minute now some sort of security’s going to be called in to remove the depraved, horny man from the store. But Amy, please, TARDIS is too far away, I need-”
“Need me to take out the egg?” She guessed, as his voice had grown increasingly raspy as he spoke.
He nodded once, but added before he could stop himself, “And-please-need you-” His voice broke before he could finish, and a smirk came to her face.
“You know, I did do this to keep you in line,” she commented, and he couldn’t help conceding that point. Despite his embarrassingly unusual actions provoked by the egg that was even now vibrating against the walls of his channel and up to that sweet spot, he’d likely been more docile than any shopping trip before. “So why should I just let you have your way with me when you still weren’t very well behaved?”
“Let me?” He echoed hoarsely, just managing something like a laugh. “No, no, it’s you. Let you have your way, like you’ve been doing all day. All this preparing, this building, the- the stimulation! Amy Pond, I need you to finish what you’ve started-I need you,” he swallowed, hard, “to fuck me.”
Her lips parted slightly and her pupils fully dilated. “Did you really just say that?” She asked it in a whisper, like she was scared it would turn out not to be true if she questioned it too loudly.
But he nodded emphatically and said it again. It was surprisingly easy after the first time. “Fuck me. Please, please Amy, I need you so badly I can’t even stand it, think I might break if you’re not fucking into me in the next minute. Please, Pond, you’ve got to have it, I need you, ohh just fuck me.” He was begging openly with the big, watery eyes he knew she loved, but he didn’t care if it got her inside him now. He hadn’t truly known lust until this moment, and a shameless moan escaped him as she at last withdrew from her purse the instrument that would fulfill his desire: her strap-on.
“Ok, ok, keep your pants on. Trousers can come off, though, you look like you’re about to burst,” Amy teased in a breathy tone, betraying her own excitement as she kicked off her knickers and began fastening the strap-on. The Doctor hurriedly unclipped his braces and slid his trousers down, relieving some of the intense pressure at his crotch as his erection was allowed freedom to jut out, forming a tent in his pants. He shivered with the pulses between his legs, now in anticipation.
She left the egg switched on even as she began slicking up her dildo, causing her eyes to flutter shut and a blissful sigh to escape-equivalent sensations were to her own sexual organs, a feature of the future technology that she must have picked up while out with River, as he certainly hadn’t taken Amy Pond on a tour of the universe’s sex shops; Amy always used the same dildo as she liked her boys to be lusting after this extension of her and not just some random object. Rory was thicker and hotter, but Amy’s length plunging repetitively into him and hitting his prostate each time was just what he needed right now. He was practically drooling for her.
With a wink she removed the remote control from her skirt pocket and finally hit the off button, and it was just as horrible as he’d imagined loosing those vibrations would be, even as he knew something better was coming. The Doctor collapsed fully back against the door, barely holding himself up as a high, keening whine was torn from his throat at the loss of such pleasure. His channel seemed to echo with the sensation even though the egg sat utterly still inside.
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But Amys other hand did reach for his member, only to slip the worst possible invention over the shaft and down snugly around the base: a cock ring.
“Guh!” Was some approximation of the choked sound of despair he made, because no no no, she could not be thinking of dragging this out, she just couldn’t. They were in a store, for crying out loud!
“You’re liable to go off like a shot without me, Doctor. Can’t have that happening,” she said before kissing his cheek. She then trailed her mouth over to kiss and nip at his neck while her one hand traced teasing patterns over the head of his leaking cock and the other hand fully withdrew from his hole, egg and all.
“I don’t think I can stand,” he whimpered even as his knees began to wobble.
Amy wrapped her arms around him from behind and dragged him back to the middle of the tiny room, her lubed length sliding against his arse and just nudging the backs of his balls, making him see stars. “You said you wanted to fuck,” she growled in his ear, “I’m going to fuck you like an animal.”
He was on all fours before he even knew what was happening, eagerly offering up his entrance as he finally felt what he needed; Amy slammed in all the way, the dildo filling everything and pounding his spot like the egg never had, and he had to bite down on his tongue to keep from crying out in pure ecstasy. The rhythm was fast and hard, both far too aroused for anything else, and their current venue ill-suited for anything else. He pushed back against her for every thrust just to get that little bit more and she draped herself over him, breasts pressing warm to his back and the nipples two hard, hot pinpricks.
He remembered to stifle any and all sounds about half the time, he thought, as everything about what was outside the room and the fact that they weren’t alone and this was a public place fading away as his senses were flooded with pleasure. Amy simply muffled her moans with his back, sound waves rippling down his spine and straight to his core, making him buck up to meet her with even greater fervor. All this vibration! He’d never look at his screwdriver the same, he just knew it.
Noise control only got worse when she took her hand and started stroking him in time with the snapping of her hips. His cock, which had already been painfully erect yet trapped by the cock ring and weeping precome onto the floor, somehow seemed to swell even more under her attention, and his balls drew in tighter than he’d thought possible.
It was a gloriously agonizing forever of this rough rhythm and beautiful touches and aching need as Amy climbed the peak to join him at the height of pleasure. He was dangling on the edge, had been dangling on the edge, and was a shaking, rocking, clenching, bucking, sobbing mess by the time he felt the thrusts losing the set rhythm as she threw her head back in preparation for the rush of that final climax.
“Amy, Amy please! Need, ohhhh, please Pond, got to come,” he pleaded desperately, and she mercifully obliged. The cock ring had barely loosened before he was groaning in sweet release and coming so hard the aftershocks felt like orgasms of their own. Behind him Amy shuddered and moaned, the dildo inside him quivering against his tightly clenched walls drawing a final answering moan from him.
She pulled out after a long stretch of heavy breathing between the both of them and he fell to his side to try and avoid the splatter of his seed. With a blissed out expression he was sure matched his own, she settled in beside him for a moment, soft and warm and cuddly, and he’d never been happier to feel so absolutely sated even as his knees made their protests known through the haze of his afterglow and the cold of the floor slowly seeped into his skin.
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“Yeah,” she agreed quietly, and then a bit more uncertain, “did we really just do that?”
They shared a breathless laugh at their daring, then stopped and listened intently. No sounds on the other side of the door, which either meant they’d gone undetected or they’d simply scared off anyone who’d happened to hear. He wasn’t sure which option was more likely. Still, the longer they stayed, the higher the chances were for option two.
Amy seemed to read his thoughts, for she hurriedly unfastened the strap-on, taking out a wipe to clean it off before stuffing it back in her purse. His come she mopped up with a rag that she then dumped in a waste bin. He had to admire her efficiency, as it was all he could do to regain his feet and pull his clothes back on in some semblance of order.
She was fully dressed by the time he accomplished this, and so they slipped out the door. The dressing room was located in a hall near the back of the store where further down in one direction was the inventory room, and in the other direction was an exit. The Doctor gladly disabled the alarm system for them to make their escape, as he’d rather avoid any sort of confrontation with the store’s employees. No need to test whether dying of embarrassment was actually possible.
They’d run giggling like idiots about halfway to the TARDIS when he pulled up short, tugging her to a halt as well. “Hang on, what about the clothes you were trying on, didn’t you want to buy anything?”
Amy just shrugged. “I’ll order them online.”
“Online?” He was flabbergasted. “Then- then what was the point of all that? Me having to tag along, behaving, the- the egg!”
Her answering smirk told him everything he needed to know, and his face heated up again in shame and a little bit of a thrill. He’d been the whole point, her being able to make him come apart in the most inappropriate of places, and he’d fallen for it willingly and completely. Rather like how he’d fallen for Ponds willingly and completely.
“You-” The Doctor couldn’t even attempt some type of scolding, not when he was sinfully tender in all the right places and she was grinning at him with those sparkling eyes. “Can’t believe I love you sometimes.”
“It’s a good thing you do, cause I was thinking of taking this somewhere a little more intimate.” When Amy tugged on his hand and he took two steps with her, a full smile spread over her lips. “Gotcha.”
Oh, did she ever.
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Sorry about the long wait for the majority of this, didn't have time to post the whole thing at once. Thanks for the encouragements, anons!
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