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As Sonic approached the entrance of the Restoration Headquarters, he picked up his speed. He had updates for the administrative staff around Eggman’s progress with the Eggperial City and wanted to give the news in person before returning to his mission. Secretly, he had also been hoping that it was Amy manning the office at the moment. He missed seeing her face and hearing the sweet melodic quality of her voice. She and Sonic had somewhat of a secret relationship going on at this point in time, they had been trying to keep it a secret partially for Amy’s safety, and mostly for Sonic’s peace of mind. He knew well that Amy could handle herself in combat, but he couldn’t live with himself if something happened to her because their enemies wanted to get to him through her.
He blasted through the doors and zoomed into the office of the headquarters.There, he spotted Amy pacing back and forth, placing manila folders in filing cabinets in a deliberate manner. Her skirt flittered with each turnabout and she barely registered his arrival until he had let out a low whistle.
“Sonic!!” She exclaimed, dropping a stack of files onto the desk before skipping over to the blue hedgehog and wrapping him in an embrace. He returned the hug, squeezing his arms around her waist tightly and twirling her body around before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.
“Busy day?” He asked casually, placing her back on her feet without letting her out of his grip. She smiled and reached upward to card her fingers through his windswept quills.
“Unfortunately... I'll spare you the details. If it's boring me, it will certainly have you rushing out the door. And I’m just happy to see you, so we can't have that.” She responded, guiding his chin down toward her until she could reacquaint their lips. Sonic hummed and let himself melt into the kiss, his grip on her hips becoming tighter bringing them toward his own to press himself firmly against Amy. The movement elicited a whine from her as she allowed herself to be walked toward the settee placed against the opposite wall in the office. Sonic sat down, bringing her with him to sit atop his lap. His hand traveled down her waist and back up her thigh when he reached the hem of her dress.
He took it slow, reveling in the soft feeling of her fur and giving her a toothy, charming grin and lustful eyes.
“Heh, you know me too well. Always happy to see you, too, Ames.” He leaned in and peppered sweet kisses along her cheeks and nose. The feeling of it all delighted Amy, she placed her hands on his shoulders and gently massaged out the knots that tended to form there during particularly tense times.
“Mmph. That feels nice,” He grunted, “I have some updates, but I'm a little distracted now. You've got a habit of doing that...” With his train of thought completely thrown, he continued his trail of kisses along her neck, tasting her essence and eliciting the most delicious sounds from her as he sucked at the crook of her neck. Amy shuddered and whined, trying her best to keep her fingers taut as she continued to massage down his back.
He pulled back and gazed at her, completely dazzled by her glowing spirit.
"You sure it wasn't your plan all along to try and get in my pants while we're both supposed to be working?" Amy asked with a sly smile, looking at Sonic through her dark curled lashes, "Hmm?"
"Hard to say. We always somehow end up like this after being apart, the details get fuzzy once that first kiss happens. And luckily for me, you usually aren't wearing pants..." He joked, Amy chuckling and shaking her head at his endlessly cheesy sense of humor.
"Luckily for me, you mean."
"Same difference."
She bit her lip as his hand traveled further and further up her thigh and his lips made contact with her skin once more. She sighed in ecstasy as fingers carded themselves through thin furs. He gently flipped their bodies so they could lay together. She took the opportunity to lay lighter kisses against his face, his flushed cheeks, and his brow; a sweet silent gratitude for her dearest Blue. He paused for a moment to look at her, grinning.
“You sure we can get away with this here?” He asked.
“Sensitive information is exchanged here; walls are sound-proof, only a few of us have card access, and Jewel's out for the next hour, so...”
“Good enough for me.” He whispered as Amy continued her barrage of kisses. He closed his eyes and gave himself completely to his sense of touch.
Almost desperately, he swiped his hand from beneath her skirt and brought it up to run his fingers through her quills and kissed her harder. Amy pressed her fingertips firmly against Sonic's back, her fingernails grazing against his quills as she pulled down and closer to her, a silent plea. Sonic arched into Amy and groaned into her mouth– ohh, he knew exactly how to repay her for that. He slid a discrete knee between her legs, her dress riding up along with it as it found a resting place just beneath her core. As if on reflex, Amy began to grind against him, gasping when he finally pressed more firmly against her panties. Sonic felt the warmth of her slick pooling into her underwear, soaking through the fabric.
“S–Sonic...!” She found an even rhythm as she rolled her hips with more certainty, her clit finding the perfect contact point with the apex of his knee. Her nails continued to graze along his back quills while he watched her with a distinct amusement shone through his gaze.
“How's that? Feel good?” He teased, his voice just above a whisper. He pecked the underside of her chin, a hand slid down from her cheek to cup around her butt, fingers laced between her tail as he squeezed the fatty part of her bottom. Amy could only bring herself to moan, and as she continued getting herself off on Sonic's leg, she buried her head in his chest. He chuckled, the sound reverberating from beneath his ribcage. Amy's entire body tingled at the sound.
“Look at me, babe.” He murmured and kissed the top of her head before flicking his fingers beneath her chin and guiding her face upward. Their gazes interlocked once more with an intensity that made Sonic's cock twitch and brush against Amy's dress. Amy's eyes were half-lidded and hazy with arousal as she continued to grind, a moan rumbled from between her lips as she crumbled completely under his stare. Her hands roamed up and around his shoulders, feeling the furs of his strong, broad chest for a moment before slipping further down to his torso. He kept a veneer of confidence in his expression, but Amy could feel him tremble beneath her fingers as they glided down his abdomen. One hand remained there and the other wrapped itself around his rigid, neglected dick.
“I love watching you get yourself off on me. It's so hot.” He confessed with a grunt, her hand sliding languidly up and down his length. His free hand slid up her waist, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her halter and pulling it aside to reveal one of her breasts, “You think you can make yourself cum like this? Just from dry humping me?”
“I–I'm getting so close already–” Amy sucked in a sharp breath of air and squeaked as Sonic tweaked her nipple taut between his fingers, “–I needed this– N-needed you, ohh~” Her hips continued to swivel against his leg, her swollen, soaking pussy rhythmically pulsed as pressure began to build within her core. She stretched the opposite side of her halter aside, giving Sonic access to enclose his mouth around her flushed mound.He lapped his tongue around a hardened nipple, sucking her tit between his teeth as his hand continued to squeeze and massage the other. Amy's hips began to stutter against his leg, her breathy moans transformed into desperate pleas.
“Don't– Don't stop! Ohhh, Gaia, ahhh~ Sonic, please!”
He looked up at her as continued suckling and massaging her breasts. His pupils were blown and gaze intense as he bucked his own hips into her grip, though her hands were too shaky and limp to make him cum, it didn't matter to him at this moment. This was about her, about making her feel as incredible as she looked and tasted to him right now as she pushed herself closer to the edge.
“Mmmh, hahh, Sonic... Sonic,” She mewled, pleading with him and bringing her hands upward to cup his cheeks. He detached his lips from her breast, his cool breath against her wet nipple leaving her shivering, and they looked at one another. Their eyes brimmed with adoration, love, lust and hunger for one another. Amy's quills were in complete disarray, smaller spines detached from her normally perfectly coiffed bob. Sonic tugged playfully at them and she emitted a sound somewhere between a giggle and a whimper. Sonic grinned devilishly.
“Ohh? You like that?”
“Don't tease!” She pouted, her breath betraying her as it staggered falling from her lips.
“I'll take that as a yes. You're so sensitive when you're coming undone like this.” He laughed and leaned forward to capture her lips again, “And making an absolute mess, might I add. This couch might be done for Ames. Hope the Restoration can bankroll a new one.”
“I didn't think about that... whoops. Mmmm~ M–maybe we should speed this up so we can get through the cleanup?” Her brain was still hazy, she wanted nothing more than release at this moment, everything else could be dealt with later.
“Say no more!” Snickering, he pressed his leg against her pussy more firmly and grounded the movement of her hips with his hands. He could tell by how erratically they were moving on their own, she was slipping closer into ecstasy.
“Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” she whined in response.
“Do it, babe. Cum for me.” He whispered, grip tightening on her hips as he pressed his forehead against her own. She leant in and kissed him urgently, passionately as the walls of her pussy contracted and relaxed. The pressure in her core finally released, a creamy warm substance gushing into her panties and creating a sticky string of liquid as she detached herself from his leg, breathing laboriously. Sonic watched in awe and arousal, only slightly disappointed they couldn't continue their lascivious entanglement. He needed to see how she reacted to the whole hair-pulling thing when he was plowing himself into her, as soon as possible.
“You are the hottest woman alive, I swear.” He murmured with a distinct tone of adoration. He leaned and gave her one last kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” She returned his kiss with another soft, affectionate peck, “Now hurry up and clean yourself up. I uhh... obviously need to change my underwear... And I'll try to dry up the mess on the couch.” Amy rolled her eyes humorously as she pushed him off the couch. An hour had certainly passed and Jewel would likely be back at any moment. He hadn't given it a second thought before he dashed for the bathroom, Amy following behind.
They had freshened themselves up in record time, and some spare time to giggle and flirt with one another as they did so. Afterward, Amy walked toward the couch with a beach towel she found in her bag. Frantically, she began dabbing at an alarmingly large wet stain, hoping the towel could absorb most of it.
Sonic’s ear twitched when he heard a lock disengage on the office door. He quickly alerted Amy by clearing his throat. She shrieked and frantically threw the towel behind the couch and hopped on top of the still-damp couch. Sonic dashed a few feet away from her and tried his damndest to fight away the heat rising toward his cheeks as Jewel the Beetle walked into the office. Amy sighed, blowing her bangs upward and fixing her quills before her face fixed itself into a friendly smile. She turned her gaze toward the entrance and offered a wave to their friend.
“--So, uhh, yeah..." Sonic said as he changed his gears. He scratched the back of his head and paced back and forth to make the interaction seem more natural and authentic, "Tails got the mechanics of the self-replicating city pretty much figured out, so all we have to do now is dismantle the thing. We might need Shadow’s help, so if you could -- Oh! Heyyyyy, Jewel!” He turned around in mock surprise, giving her a two finger salute, only to notice a conspicuous wet spot on his glove. He swiped his hand away from his forehead and placed it discreetly behind his hip.
“Sonic! Good to see you again,” The beetle replied, seemingly none-the-wiser of the pair's simmering sexual tension. She trotted toward the desk and took a seat in the chair. Amy hopped off of the couch, Sonic immediately taking her place. Amy approached the desk and began talking to Jewel about some of the administrative work she had been doing before Sonic came in. His attention however was taken by the sight of Amy's behind. She was bent over, elbows on the desk, her hands cupping her face as she spoke with Jewel, giving Sonic quite the show.
Sonic hoped that his ogling wasn't obvious to his and his lover's unintentional interloper, but, well, how could he not look at Amy's toned, strong calves and thighs? How could he stop himself as he fantasized about those thighs clamping tightly around his face as her body convulsed through yet another electrifying orgasm? How could he not stare at the small wet patch forming on her brand new pair of underwear? Wait, was she turned on by the thought of nearly getting caught in the act? His gaze wandered to a non-descript corner of the room as he pondered this.
Gee. Who woulda thought?
His gaze fell back on her, hoping that he appeared to be looking at both of them as he kept his face neutral.
And that ripe, round, peach-like butt of hers...?
Could you really blame him?
After all, it wasn't as if Amy was putting on this show accidentally. With every word, every action, Sonic knew, Amy was anything but unintentional. He knew she would be set to go for round two as soon as this was all over.