With that, she starts grinding herself over my cock, always so close to putting me inside of her, but always lifting herself at just the right moment so it doesn’t quite happen.
“You’re killing me,” I breathe.
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” she says. “You know, you feel really good rubbing against my clit.”
“I’m glad,” I say in a whisper, tantalized out of my mind by the feeling of her hot, wet core.
“You know,” she says, continuing to work herself on top of, but never quite over me, “I think Irene and Alec have a pretty good rule when it comes to sex.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my mind completely blank other than to take in every sensation of the moment.
“Yeah,” she says. “I think it’s only fair that a woman should come twice before the man. After all, just think of all the puritanical centuries of women never being allowed to have an orgasm. I think that’s pretty fucked up.”
“You know, I really didn’t have anything to do with that,” I tell her, closing my eyes, taking in the wonder of her touch.
“Still,” she says, “I think it’s about time that we women start taking back the orgasm.”
“Can’t we share it?” I ask.
“Maybe,” she says, “after you’ve gotten me where I need to be.”
The way she says it is a little brusque, but as I open my eyes to look at her, she’s beaming. She gives me a quick peck on the lips and grinds herself harder against me.
It’s the most pleasant torture, waiting to be enveloped by her.
She lifts my head and leans back, giving me access to her nipples, and I eagerly take them into my mouth, each in their turn, feeling myself growing harder than I remember possible.
“That’s it,” she says, increasing her tempo. “That’s perfect.”
Her pussy massages my dick as my dick massages her pussy and she’s humming her enjoyment of the moment.
“Now, if you think you can let me know before you’re about to pop…” she says and slides all the way up my shaft, angling herself against me and sliding onto me without even the inclination to use her hands.
Inside of her is a warm, silky heaven and I move my arms over her body, hands still bound together, to rest just above her firm ass.
“I don’t think those handcuffs are much of an obstacle, are they?” she asks.
I smile, “Not really, but that’s okay.”
She kisses me on the mouth and pushes herself down, putting me so deep inside of her. Her muscles tighten and relax around me and she takes my lower lip into her mouth as she rotates her hips on top of me.
“Holy shit,” I whisper as she takes her mouth away from mine to nibble on my earlobe.
Her hot breath gives me chills, and there’s nothing in the world right now except for her.
I kiss her cheek, her neck, whatever portion of her skin that I can reach, my lips meet.
Between our bodies, tiny droplets of sweat form and she’s gliding over me, effortless.
My senses piqued, I breathe in the smell of her and my mouth delights in the sweet, salty taste of her skin.
Her quiet moan is loud in my ears, her breath the rush of ocean waves.
When her muscles start to tighten, I lift my hips, adding motion to our already deep contact, and she buries her face in the crook of my neck, the vibration of her increasing volume, sending the sensation of warm feathers over my skin.
Her breath catches as she stills above me, her muscles contracting on and over me, and I increase the tempo, taking her higher and farther than ever before.
“Oh…” she breathes, “fu-ck…”
She’s so wet now, dripping onto the skin of my loins and just as her orgasm begins to recede, I put my hands at her lower back and as I rise, she embraces me.
I kiss her lips and watch her eyes grow even fuller with desire.
“That’s one,” she whispers, grinning an uneven grin.
“If you think I’m stopping at two,” I tell her, “you’re crazy.”
I move my legs under me and lift both of us up, her still clinging tightly to my body.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Anywhere,” I tell her, “everywhere.”
I rise up onto my knees and hold her there a moment, suspended by virtue of our clutching of one another.
“Put your arms just under mine,” she says and I do.
She leans back, maintaining enough of a grip on my neck and shoulders that she can throw her head back, letting her long hair fall over her body and behind her.
She’s fucking gorgeous at all angles.
“Don’t move,” she says and her hips move in unknown patterns, her stomach tightening and releasing more than once a second.
Her breasts are just before me and barely out of reach, heaving and pulsing with her rapid heartbeat. Her rosy nipples swell and she is everywhere in front of me gorgeousness.
I’m so deep inside her now that I can barely keep my eyes pointing forward and my heart within my chest as I suck in the air between us, almost feeling the warmth of her body entering my lungs.
“I’m almost there,” she says. “Oh my god, you feel so beautiful.”
The only response I can give is my breath and the support of my arms as she relaxes her grasp on my shoulders and neck, falling back completely as she gorges herself on thick breaths.
Her legs tense around my body and she’s more vibrant than ever, riding me, held in my arms, free to let her body go and when she comes, I could swear the room brightens a little with the fine layer of sweat making her body glow in front of me.
“More,” she whispers, her legs and arms and every part of her still jerking with pleasure.
I bring my arms back toward me, and I’m already starting to doubt that I’m going to be able to last long enough to bring her there once more before my own ecstasy overwhelms my every sense.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her fingers tight against the skin of my back, and I lift my arms over her head, lying back and perpendicular at the waist, she flips her hips forward and back, on and over my erection.
“I’m getting close,” I tell her and she only rides me harder.
“Hang in there,” she says. “This one’s coming on fast.”
I close my eyes and bite my lower lip, taking myself backward just enough to meet her as she rises again.
“Come with me,” she says.
That permission brings every sensation just below the surface, and I’m already in disbelief as to how far it goes.
“Now,” she whispers and she quivers over me, my still-cuffed hands resting against her upper thighs, the long chain of the handcuffs only occasionally altering my motion.
Then, in a dark flash of something beyond my experience, I rise upward, my abs tightening and just as quickly releasing, again and again as every bit of me that I can even imagine goes within her, perfect.
My eyes close and open, watching her as she watches me, brows furrowed, mouths open and voiceless in our moment of shared trance.
The moment feels like it is going to last forever, but it transforms into an all-encompassing peaceful relaxation and I put my arms over my head so she can creep closer into me, her skin and my skin no meaningful difference anymore.
It takes some time to catch our breath, and even when we do, we’re beyond speech.
Somewhere in another reality, I can hear the sound of a phone ringing, but it couldn’t be more distant, more muted.
“That might be my dad,” Jessica whispers, and I lift my arms so she can crawl out to reach it.
She’s still on top of me and I’m still inside of her as she answers the phone.
“Hello?” she says. “No, I was just sleeping. What’s up?”
She bends down to kiss my chest.
“Yeah, he’s here, why?” she asks and I’m hardly lucid enough to wonder.
Jessica rises off of me, and I sit up.
“I’m going to go grab a towel,” I whisper to her.
I get to the bathroom and remove the condom slowly. After tossing it in the trashcan, I find two towels, one for her, one for me.