He turned the knob little by little, attempting to not make a sound. Gradually he opened the door, just enough to get in. Bruce stepped in and quietly closed the door behind him. Amy had fallen asleep, or so it seemed. She was lying on her side facing away from him. He walked up to the side of the bed, lifted the sheets and slowly climbed in behind her. Bruce put his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him.
Amy rolled over as he pulled her. She had a huge smile on her face. Bruce chuckled when he saw her grin. They were face to face. Amy wrapped her legs with his.
"Were you expecting me?" he asked.
"Not expecting, hoping," she replied as she kissed his lips.
"Thanks for being patient with me," Bruce said in between kisses.
"I'm sure I'll see it pay off," Amy said as she caressed his chest with her hands.
"You will."
Bruce rolled on top of Amy. He sat up as he straddled her. Amy stared at him with wonder, biting her lower lip. He slid his hands under her shirt and pulled it off gently revealing her naked upper body. She now gazed at him with anticipation. Bruce lowered himself to her lips and kissed Amy passionately. He crept down her body; kissing her from her mouth to her neck. Amy held on to the pillow behind her head and relished his lips against her skin. She slid her legs from underneath Bruce and wrapped them around his hips. He was now kissing her body with an open mouth; caressing her skin with his tongue and his lips. Amy released her grip on the pillows as he made his way to her breasts. She clasped his head with her hands and moaned with ecstasy.
Her body surged in rapture. Bruce kept busy with her bosom, but lowered a hand down and slid her shorts off. Now that she was completely naked, he would explore her entire body. Bruce was thoroughly enjoying himself. She was intoxicating. Her smell, her taste; it was better than he had ever dreamed it would be. Amy was beautiful in and out. Her body was exquisite; slender and voluptuous in all the right places. His mouth caressed her down her side, across her abdomen and back up the other side. He tried to revisit a favorite region when Amy grabbed his face and pushed him off of her.
She wanted to return the bliss Bruce had been giving her; his body was too sumptuous for her to pass up. She pushed him over on his back and began to kiss all over his chest. Kisses turned into gentle bites and soft touches of her tongue. Bruce wasn't accustomed to this treatment; making love had always meant he did all the work. He always went after women who were independent. 'Independent' had the tendency of translating into 'selfish'. Bruce knew Amy was different from all the others, but not like this. She had covered every inch of his upper body and was now lining kisses along the waistline of his shorts. She grabbed the sides of his shorts and released him from cramped space he had been enduring.
Not even in his wildest dreams had Bruce envisioned Amy crawling up his body the way she was. Her hair glided against his body as she crept up to meet his lips again. Watching her aroused him to a point he had never reached before. Bruce embraced her and kissed her furiously. He rolled on top of her and spread his hands out on the bed. He pushed up his upper body, pulling away from the kiss, gazing in her eyes all the while. Amy slid her legs up his and held her thighs against his hips as she ran her hands up and down his back. Bruce lowered his lips to hers as he lowered his hips to hers.
Amy bit his lip softly as he entered her. He clenched the bed sheets as she clenched his back. Once again, she didn't leave all the work to Bruce. The met each other repeatedly in unison. The kissing stopped for lack of oxygen. They spoke as lovers do; calling each others name and expressing their pleasure with choppy sentences. It took all the stamina Bruce could muster to wait for Amy to reach her destination. The pain from her digging her nails into his back helped keep him at bay. She quit meeting him suddenly and thrashed her legs slightly. Her words confirmed his thoughts: in so many words she requested that he finish business immediately so they could conclude together. He complied at once.
A passionate kiss followed their crescendo. Bruce rolled off to the side, but held Amy close. She lay facing the ceiling with her eyes closed as he lay on his stomach staring at her. He was spellbound and waited for her to open her eyes. He pulled her slightly toward him to meet her eyes. Something caught his eye when she turned. A tear had trickled down. Bruce panicked.
"What's wrong?"
Had he hurt her? Did she regret it? Her eyes opened and she smiled while bringing her hand up to his cheek.
"Nothing. You were incredible. I heard it said that sex can be so good that it can make you cry, but I never believed it. I just never had it this good before," she said before kissing him again.
Bruce didn't have a name for what he was feeling. It felt like he should be crying too. He never had a woman react this way to him. He felt so honored. Making love to Amy was better than he ever thought possible, both mentally and physically. He was happy she was kissing him, she had left him speechless. Instead of words, Bruce used actions to thank Amy. He thanked her all night long.