Jake's dilemma

Jake stared at her for a moment, not moving.

With a slight sigh, Abbie whispered pleadingly, "Kiss me, Jake."

Jake took a breath, then shifted his head slightly and brought his lips to Abbie's. They connected in a slow kiss, first very soft and somewhat dry. But Abbie licked her lips, also licking his, and the kiss became more intense. Jake put an arm around Abbie, and without even thinking about it, bent down and took hold of her whole body, and carried her to the empty sofa. He gently lowered her to the couch, his hands slowly grazing along her naked body as he stood up again.

Abbie lay back looking up at Jake, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open. "Fuck me, Jake. I've been here all night waiting for you."

Jake was still hard from when Abbie was describing what the other men had been doing to her all night. It was very late, he was very tired, and his mind was conflicted. Abbie was so incredibly sexy, her stories such a turn-on -- but he was also jealous of these other men who had been with Abbie for the last few hours. Jealous, but at the same time, she was lying there, looking up at him, begging him to fuck her.

"What are you waiting for, Jake?" Abbie pleaded. "Don't you want me?"

It was the first time that she had really put the question to him. Most of their relationship had been him initiating interest, and Abbie agreeing to his every whim. But here she was asking him the questions.

Jake had to find resolution. He needed to not be jealous. That's boyfriend stuff, he thought. That's monogamous, committed relationship stuff. He thought back to the conversation they had at dinner. He had to trust that she saw more in him than in others, that being at this party and fucking these guys, whoever they were, was taking nothing away from he had with her. Because what he had wasn't about being sexually exclusive. Jake wasn't used to thinking this way, but he knew that he had to, if he wanted Abbie.

And he wanted Abbie. And she knew it. She smiled at him. "You do, don't you? You do want me?" She bit her lip and wiggled a bit, drawing Jake's attention to her pussy. She glanced down at herself, then back to Jake, blinking as if to say right here, this is where you're supposed to be. She stroked the edges of her labia, staring at Jake longingly, her eyes calling out to him, this pussy, this is where I want you to put your hard, thick cock.

Jake laughed and shook his head. "Yes," he said. He pushed his pants down a bit, and knelt down, one knee on the floor, one foot up on the couch. He took hold of his dick, still rock hard, and guided the tip toward Abbie's pussy. She adjusted her position, and her energy lit up as Jake made contact with her. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy, and then slid it in.

Abbie immediately felt different. The other men, even Stefan with his massive dick, none of it gave her the same joy that she felt with Jake. Someday, she thought ... but the thought remained incomplete. As Jake fucked her pussy, he leaned in, caressing her breasts, kissing them, and then kissing her neck, her cheek, and finally her lips. Abbie breathed deeply, absorbing everything about Jake in the moment.