After Amy's comment about having his cream in her mouth, Spencer pushed her back on the ground, using his mouth to cover hers. He could taste the traces of whipped cream that was left behind. The idea of her having that real stuff in there was completely arousing. Despite the fact that she had gone down on him twice, he had yet to reach release that way.
Amy's hand traveled down to Spencer's butt, grasping him and pulling down. He moaned into her mouth as his growing arousal connected with her body. That gave her a wonderful idea.
"Do you think you can be quiet?" Amy asked, breaking the kiss.
"What do you mean?" He replied. His fingers were tracing the area on her chest where her breast disappeared into her shirt.
Amy pushed Spencer away and he rolled onto his back. She sat down between his legs and leaned over to reconnect their lips. As her lips moved over his she trailed her hands down to the top of his pants. She could feel his muscles tense as she slowly undid his belt and popped the button. She gripped the zipper between her fingers and pulled away. Spencer wove his hand into her hair and rose up, trying to keep the kiss going, but Amy pushed on his chest with her free hand, forcing him to lay back down.
"This is what I mean," She said. Amy slid down his body, pulling the zipper down as she went. With her face inches away from his crotch, she asked again, "So, do you think you can be quiet?"
Spencer looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust and shock. He couldn't believe she was willing to do THIS here. He had to admit the idea turned him on even more then he was already. But while they were in a secluded area, the chance of getting caught was still there. And how do you explain two FBI agents performing sexual acts in a public setting?
Apparently none of this mattered to the need driven part of his brain as it took over for the reasoning part. Swallowing hard, he nodded his head yes, the ability to speak alluding him. If he couldn't even articulate a response, he would be able to keep quiet while she worked on him. Right?
Dear god he hoped so.
Amy grinned up at him, "Good."
She reached inside the opening of his boxers and pulled out his semi-erect member. Grasping it in her fist, she pumped him until he was standing at full attention. Amy kissed his tip before taking it in her mouth and swirling her tongue around. She could already hear his breathing increase and she had only just begun.
Spencer pushed himself up onto his elbows so he could see what she was doing. He watched as her head bobbed up and down. The sight of his erection disappearing into her mouth was the most erotic thing her had ever seen. There was a light cool breeze and every time she drew her head back, exposing his slick shaft, it sent a tingling sensation through hid body.
"Mmm," Spencer moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open to enjoy the show. The task became easy as he felt Amy pull her mouth away. "Why did you stop?" he asked, eyes shooting open.
"The deal was you had to keep quiet," She replied. "Do you want someone to catch us?"
"N...no," he said.
"Then you need to hold in all those delicious sounds," she teased.
"I'll be quiet, I promise," he said. "Just please don't stop."
Amy smiled and ran her tongue from the base to the tip, going all the way around before taking him back in her mouth. She sucked him in as far as she could take him before letting him slid back out, making a low popping sound at the end. He was a very nice treat on a warm day. Like a popsicle, she thought. A very large and tasty popsicle.
She would never be able to look at a creamsicle the same way again.
Spencer hissed through his teeth as she blew cold air down his shaft. He was trying so hard to keep silent, but everything she was doing felt amazing. He didn't know how much more he could take before he exploded.
Just then, a strong gust of wind blew by, knocking the kite out of the tree from above them. It flew down and one of the corners hit Amy in the back of the head.
"Owmph," she mumbled, grabbing her head with her hand, still holding him in her mouth.
"Damn. Are you okay Angel?" He asked, tossing the kite aside.
"Mmhmm," she replied, removing her hand but keeping her head still.
"Do you need to stop?" he asked reluctantly. He really didn't want to. He didn't even know if her could survive stopping now. But if she needed to, he would definitely try.
Spencer thanked whatever god was out there when she shook her head no. Not only did it mean she was going to continue, but it sent a wonderful sensation running through him. She began sucking him in and out again as his hand cupped the spot on her head where she had been hit. He could feel his orgasm coming close as she attacked his manhood more vigorously.
Spencer realized there was no way he would be able to hold back the sound of his release and looked around, desperate to find anything that would help him. He saw Amy's sweat shirt on top of the picnic basket and grabbed it, spilling the contents of the basket in the process.
Spencer collapsed backwards, pressing the cloth to his mouth just in time to capture his scream of ecstasy as he spilled his seed down her throat. Amy swallowed everything he had to give, milking him for all he was worth and not missing a drop. Once she had finished, she fixed him up, zipping him back inside his pants. Then she scooted to his left side, pulling the hoodie away from his face.
"Definitely better then the whipped cream," she said, leaning over him.
"You are amazing," Spencer breathed, trying to regain his composure. He pulled Amy down and wrapped hi arm around her. They laid like that for a few minutes before he felt a liquid poling on his right leg. "What the," he said sitting up.
Amy sat up to and saw what had made him shoot up. During the process of pulling the hoodie over, Spencer had knocked over the bottle of apple juice he had packed. The cap must have been loose and had come off, spilling the remainder of the contents all over the blanket and Spencer's leg.
Amy laughed. "Well I guess that's a sign we should go home. We need to get out of these wet clothes anyway."
Spencer looked over at Amy. The apple juice hadn't touched her. How were her clothes wet? As he looked into her eyes, realization of what she had meant dawned on him.
