Jake brings Abbie to the climax of the evening

The world moved slowly. Jake gazed at Abbie, and it felt like they were doing a scene from a movie. Somehow her face was well-lit, but the rest of the room was in a blurry shadow. The sounds of whatever Michelle and the other men were up do were washed out and distant. And all Jake could see was Abbie smiling at him, Abbie longing for him, Abbie in a singular moment of needing nothing more than him inside her, creating a unique moment of connection with her.

Abbie's body was an intense combination of being physically exhausted and sexually charged all at the same time. She had come many times that evening, and she knew she could come again when the moment was right. She breathed heavily and stared deep into Jake's eyes, working hard to read his body language, to identify the moment of his own climax so she could will herself into one of her own.

"Fuck me, Jake," she said again. "Fuck me like only you can." Whether or not Jake had some secret unique means of lovemaking that Abbie was referring to didn't matter. In this moment, the only person who could possibly have been fucking her was Jake. Destiny or timing? Fate or just two people who knew how to find each other in the world?

Jake was exhausted too. It was so late, he had gone through his second wind, his third, and he had no idea how he'd be able to keep going. And then he looked at Abbie again. Her face was flush, but her blue eyes still lit up. Her freckles, her smile, her cheeks. She was sexy and cute and gorgeous and seductively alluring all at the same time. Jake couldn't think of a single woman he knew who was any of those things as much as Abbie was any of those things, and yet somehow, Abbie was also all of those things.

Her naked body underneath him was warm to the touch. Jake put his hands on her, touching her neck, her chest, her breasts. His hips bucked back and forth as he pounded away at her, driving his hard cock deep into her pussy. It felt like a 500° oven, so hot, just fire between them. Jake paused and lifted his upper body a bit, needing a moment to catch his breath and regroup.

Abbie grinned at him, licking her lips. She knew what this pause meant. Jake always paused two or three times as he was gearing up toward an orgasm. She knew that one of his preferred moves was to take a short break, slip his dick out of her, and then push back in again. She knew he loved the moment of entry. The first moment of entry was always the best, the first time breaking that barrier between not having sex and having sex. But still, Jake found great eroticism in that moment of pushing into Abbie, and whether it was the first time or the fiftieth time, it was always arousing.

Jake leaned back, holding his throbbing cock in his hand. He swatted at the top of Abbie's pussy with the tip, and then slowly thrust himself back inside her. The fresh sensation of her cunt against the head of his cock was a resurgence of pleasure. He felt it, and Abbie saw him feel it.

Abbie wasn't ignorant to the fact that Jake could (and did) find sexual pleasure with other partners. He had had girlfriends before, and even during Abbie's adventures with him, she had watched him with other women. But she clung to the tenet that her connection with Jake was distinct, and that Jake, too, differentiated his escapades with her from those with others. She trusted that he felt a unique bond with her, simply because she felt it within herself.

She refused to entertain doubts about their connection. She didn't want to consider the possibility that he might be anything less than the one person who truly comprehended her. At the same time, she didn't want to naively assume something to be true when it wasn't.

So she listened to Jake. She observed him intently. She thought about him. She made space for him. Even at a party like this one, where she had had immense pleasure with four other people, and where she had experienced new things that even Jake couldn't possibly have done -- she still put higher value on her connections with Jake, knowing without a doubt that he gave her life.

Jake pulled out again. The moment of withdrawal gave Abbie a wave of pleasure -- in part, because the basic friction of his cock sliding out of her pussy was exhilarating; and in part, because she knew it meant he was one step closer to a climax.

He pressed his palms against the underside of Abbie's thighs, pushing her legs back and over her head. He bent down and licked her pussy as well as her asshole. He hadn't considered fucking her in the ass, but looking at her this way now, it seemed like an appealing idea. Jake wondered for a moment what the other men had done with her that evening. Surely they had taken advantage of her in every way they could imagine, and surely she had agreed to all of it.

Although Abbie confidently held to her personal credo and trusted that her choices were right for her, Jake was far less secure. Every so often, he'd find himself with a feeling of envy for someone else with Abbie, but then look at her and **** himself to see that he had everything he could ever want with her, regardless of what anyone else was doing. Unless the thing he wanted was exclusivity ... though he was working hard to believe that that wasn't the endgame. No, his relationship with Abbie was something different, something that relied on a different kind of agreement. He thought about taking her panties at dinner and smiled. He paused from licking her pussy and ass and looked down at her, amazed all over again at this fantasy come true.

Jake stood up again, and rubbed the head of his dick against Abbie's pussy to moisten it. He then pushed firmly against her asshole, felt it give, felt the tight pressure as his cock slid inside her. He heard Abbie moan and watched her head roll back on the sofa. Still holding her thighs back with his hands, Jake bounced against Abbie's ass, driving his penis deep inside her. He spread her legs apart, and held her body open for him.

Abbie fingered her pussy as Jake drilled her ass. For a split second, she considered summoning one of the other men over to fill her cunt while Jake took her anally, knowing that a second cock inside her would push her over the edge toward an orgasm. But then she realized she didn't want another man inside her, she just wanted Jake. Just as she knew about his penchant for pausing and re-entering her, she knew that he would go back to her pussy again before finally coming. She began to picture his orgasm, his cock bursting forth with semen, either dripping across her stomach and chest. Or perhaps she would sit up and let him pop on her face and in her mouth. Or maybe she'd jerk him off the last bit, and he'd explode on her hand.

As she slid her own fingers into her snatch, fantasizing about these different options for Jake's climax, she smiled. Her own self-pleasure was part of it, but she also found amusement in her fantasies because, truth be told, it would be up to Jake. Either he'd ask and she'd agree, or he would just do it where he wanted to do it. And any of these outcomes was as good as another.

Jake knew he was close. Fucking Abbie was the greatest sensation he could imagine, and reaching an orgasm with her was a dream come true, each and every time.

He gently slid his cock out of her ass, and without a moment's hesitation, plunged straight back into her pussy. He fucked her three or four times there, went back into her ass again, a few more strokes, and then back to her pussy once more.

"You're close, baby, aren't you?" Abbie said quietly.

"Mm-hm," muttered Jake. She knew it before he did, and she was right, of course.

Jake took one more turn in her ass before stepping back and letting her lower her legs once more. He rested his dick on top of her pussy and stretched his back, looking up to the ceiling. He dropped his head back down, smiled at Abbie, gazed at her body in majestic awe of her beauty, and then leaned his body forward, his cock naturally gliding into her cunt without him needing to aim with his hands.

"Oh shit, Jake," Abbie said quietly. "This feels absolutely incredible."

"It does," agreed Jake. "You're a goddess from another universe."

Abbie smiled at him, and reached a hand out to grip his shirt and hold him closer to her. "Maybe, but you're part of my universe too, lover."

Hearing her not only accept him, but make a point of putting him in her world -- these words were the final straw. Jake couldn't hold anything back any longer. He began thrusting harder into her, pumping faster and faster.

The signs were clear, and Abbie had seen the process all along. She locked her eyes on his. She wanted to watch him as he exploded, and she had no desire to interfere with the moment by discussing where.

Jake knew not to ask either. It wouldn't have mattered, any place he chose would be agreeable to Abbie. He didn't even really know himself, he just wanted to go with the moment.

As he continued grinding away at Abbie, she fingered her clit, increasing her own stimulation as Jake increased his. She felt a fresh orgasm welling up inside her, and set her goal on timing her own climax in alignment with his.

Jake's breathing got deeper, and he turned a corner with regard to his rhythm. Suddenly he was slower, steadier, and more aggressive. He crashed against her body, blow by blow, his rigid, red-hot dick **** to burst, more and more with each thrust.

Finally, he felt an insistence to give over to his climax. The muscles in his legs went tense, his body lurched and spasmed, and he held his breath. He thrust into her and held still, then back, then another thrust, pulled back, and then one more, driving the full length of his dick to the hilt. With that third push, he felt an eruption, his dick spewing forth a full load of semen, and all directly inside Abbie's pussy.

She knew his body language, and knew when he was staying inside her for good. As she felt the burst of semen inside, she stroked her fingers against her clit just a little more, just a little harder, and just enough to manipulate her visions and push her toward a climax of her own.

Abbie came simultaneously with Jake, each of them pulsating with ecstasy, their muscles tightening, twitching, and releasing.

Each of them had their eyes on the other, watching their faces, their mouths, breathing in tandem. They stayed like this, Jake holding himself over Abbie; Abbie lying against the sofa, focusing on the physical sensation of Jake touching her, Jake pressed against her, Jake deep inside her.