Don't worry Troy, Amelia had a fine black leather suit that accentuated all her body curves. She would wear her hear in a long braid over her back. Her dungeon could be a place of great pleasure and maybe, if he was lucky, Amelia would show him that part of her. She never brought one-night stands there. That place was special to her and she preferred to share that part of herself with someone special. The good news is that Amelia was quickly falling for Troy in ways she didn't want to admit to.

As Troy began to undress her, she could see his surprise that she wasn't wearing a bra. She grinned up at him. "One of the perks of a young body...I can let the girls hang free." Rather, her girls were quite perky. Already aroused by what Troy's lips were doing to her, her nipples were erect and waiting.

His touch was erotic and Amelia felt her body practically humming at his touch. The way his fingers danced over her skin light her alive. Her panties grew damper and when Troy realized just how turned on she was, he too groaned with anticipation. The sound turned her on more than she probably cared to admit.

He shifted her thong to the side as his delicate fingers went to work on her. She moaned softly as her hips rose to meet his touches as he kissed and licked, pulling off her panties eventually. As soon as he too was naked, she felt his lips on her center and it made her breath catch in her throat. She gasp softly before she calmed herself down enough to ask him to show her what the French Tickler was.

At his request, she nodded her head softly as her eyes slowly closed. While she never liked to feel this much out of control, there was something about Troy that made her feel safe. As he moved to straddle her, she reached up to wrap her hand around his erection, stroking him softly as she waited in eager anticipation. He might as well get something out of the wait.

She heard his wings open and she knew what was about to happen. She hoped he would immediately touch her where she needed him the most. But instead, he started slow, touching first her nose, then her arms and legs. With each touch of the feathers, she felt her breath hitch again. She was finding it difficult to breath. But even while she lay there, she continued to stroke him.

When his wings found her stomach, she nearly came unglued. Her muscles contracted against him, her breathing becoming more rapid. Already she could feel her orgasm approaching, even without any touch to where she needed him the most. His wing traced down her stomach to just above where he needed her. She groaned. "Jesus, Troy!" But he did not give her what she wanted. His lips continued to caress her skin. Eventually, he let his wing tease the wetness between her thighs and immediately, Amelia came, her body writhing in pleasure beneath him. She slowly opened her eyes to look up at him sheepishly. "Definitely worth it." She smiled at him as she leaned up to kiss him deeply as a thank you for giving her the best orgasm she'd had in some time.