“Your dick is amazing. And don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I’m not saying it again.”

Sam’s hips dropped down to the bed as he laughed, losing his rhythm for just a moment. He picked it up again, driving up deep into her sweet, warm cunt. “I only need to hear it once. I’ll carry your words with me forever.”

He knew she could have continued to clown him all night, but they both gave in to the pleasure between them, shelving the small talk for another time. Sam moved so he was sitting up more against the headboard and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to grind on his dick. He kept on kissing her, soaking in the way her tongue felt against his, how their bodies moved together, how he also didn’t want this night to end.

Amanda pulled back, tipping the hat up so she could rest her forehead against his. “I’m gonna come,” she breathed. He opened his eyes to find hers squeezed shut, all her focus on where they were connected. “I’m coming. Oh, fuck. Sam.” The sound that came out of her threatened to drive him over the edge, but he held off, gripping her body as she pussy-clenched hard around his cock. After a moment, he took the hat off her and slipped it onto his own head as he rolled them so she was on her back. She let her legs fall open, giving him all the space he needed to fuck her harder, faster. Her hands went up to the headboard, anchoring her against his harsh thrusts.

For some reason the thought of them dancing together popped into his head and Sam came, filling the condom as he slowed then finally ground to a stop on top of her. He caught his breath, then carefully climbed off the bed. He could barely see, but he knew if he didn’t get rid of the condom right away, he’d pass out and maybe never move again. He came back from the bathroom and found Amanda on her side with a throw blanket pulled over her. She watched as he came back to the bedroom, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

“You need to play a cowboy in your next movie. That hat is sexy as fuck.”

* * *

“Okay. Your turn,” Sam said as he reached over and took another bite of the churro and ice cream dessert they’d had sent to the room. After they’d both caught their breath Amanda confessed how hungry she was. She’d been banking on the spread at Claim Jumpers to keep her energy up, but they’d left before she’d gotten to sample the wings. They’d ordered a real dinner and some dessert, then relocated their mostly naked party over to the couch.

“Hmmm. Do you vote?” Amanda asked.