Let's pick up, where we left off

I closed the doors behind us carefully. In my room I lit a dim light. Then I took Jaz' jacket and helped her out of her shoes. I was horny as fuck and I was going to test something. On her. At that moment, I didn't really think of morals. Did I have any right to do, what I was going to do? Didn't know, didn't care. Nor did I think of the possible consequences - for Jaz or for me. But in order to achieve the „best” or rather most preferred results, I estimated giving her the right impression was paramount. So after that I took her in my arms and asked her, if she wanted to have anything to drink. Yes, I was going the gentleman route. She asked for a mineral water and a lemonade with beer. I had both at hand and prepared the two drinks for both of us. Then I hugged her, looked her in the eyes and reached out to her. I kissed her deeply and projected all my Lust on this kiss. Our tongues danced with one another, as I gently nudged her thoughts in the „right” direction. I took some time before I broke the kiss. I then grabbed her her firm ass cheeks and pressed her hips tightly against my growing boner. As I put my mouth close to her ear, I whispered, "Jaz, I want nothing more than to pick up, where we left off and feel you again. What you did with your tongue... was... simply amazing. But I want you to be comfortable with this. Please give me second."

She didn't really understand at first I think, but she nodded with a hint of insecurity. There was a bathroom next door and I went there and washed my private parts. I knew she could hear the water running... What? Why so confused? I know she practically had it already in her mouth just a few minutes before, but as I sad, I was planning on leaving the right impression. I needed her to see that it was going to be different from... I don't really want to recall that memory. Neither did I want her to recall it! That was the whole point of this exercise I planned in erasing that shadow as completely as possible.

So before I returned, I took a few deep breaths clearing my thought, focusing on my plan and when I returned I placed my hands on her shoulders, looked in her eyes and reached out again. I searched for that fire I had lit. It was still there. My words, „I want nothing more than to pick up, where we left off and feel you again”, they had even nourished the fire further. Her Confidence was burning brightly. My gesture of hygiene added slightly to the light, that had burned the shadow away earlier. But I could also sense a looming insecurity and a vague fear. Like a fog covering the more inaccessible corners of her mind. I knew, that shadow had taken refuge there...

I ran my fingers over her left cheek and her slender neck. Then I placed my thumb near her ear and my other fingers on the back of her head covering also a good portion of her neck. I knew she liked being touched that way and I noticed pleasure dawning in her consciousness. As I drew her in, she closed her eyes, anticipating a kiss. I had foreseen exactly that, even without reading her thoughts. Instead of planting a kiss on her lips, I drew her closer, pressed her Body against mine and kissed her shoulder, working towards her neck where I didn't touch her and as her body slightly shivered in my arms and pressed against me, the first glints of the sun came up in her mind, adding the warmth of the first rays of sunlight to the fire already burning inside her.

I kissed my way over her neck and to her ear and I whispered again. „Jaz, I missed you. I wish...” As I whispered this words in her ear, I noticed the memory of her kissing my shaft. How my moans had given her confidence and at the core of that memory I could sense a glimpse of the the desire to somewhat prove herself and make herself desirable. The same intention, that had made her **** to that asshole in the first place and had given birth to that horrible memory.

I know, I know. I probably could have taken that away or something. Given her the kind of confidence, that didn't rely on anybody's reaction and attention. Or maybe I shouldn't have meddled with this in the first place... But where's the fun in that? Besides, I was going to help her! Right? In case you forgot. So what did I do? Well, being careless as I was, I took some of the memories I stole from Jules. Well, not the memory really, but a hint of the pleasure he felt, and I planted it within the rising sun, adding the pleasure of a partner to the feeling of her own.

So, back to the action. While I was whispering these words, Jaz pressed against me, holding me tight. I could feel her warm, quick breaths on my neck as she drew away slightly and interrupted my whispering with a kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth demanding and passionately but only for a short moment. Then She looked at me. She took my shirt off, her fingers ran over my chest and down my body. Slowly she sank to her knees, taking my trousers and boxers with her. As I had been focusing on something different before, I was only half erect. But that quickly changed when Jaz snuggled her nose against my nuts. Something she never did before... I felt her kiss the side of my shaft all the way to the tip of my cock. Then she made eye contact, her soft brown eyes looking up at me she opened her mouth, holding my cock in her hands she said in a low seductive voice: „I know what you wish...” I felt her breath on the sensitive skin of my cock before she opened her mouth again and let my my glans slip through her soft lips pushing my foreskin gently back and helping with one of her hands. The tip of her tongue played with my frenulum as a warm and wet welcome back gesture. I remembered, in her memory she reacted positively to my moaning proving to her, she did a good job. So I moaned in pleasure to reassure her and she started to slowly stroke my cock with her hand while following that movement with her head. With every stroke my glans rubbed over the rough side of her tongue. I placed my hands on her head and looked at her. „Trust me, Jaz.” I now began to take control of the movement. Slowly and with careful thrusts I began to fuck her mouth. Rubbing over her rough tongue when entering her. „Yes. So good. You can use your tongue.” Within that words I implanted more of Jules memory in her thoughts, disguising it as her own ideas.

Now, when I entered her, I felt her rough tongue, pulling me in. The tip of it, sliding along the foremost part of my shaft, tickling my frenulum. And when I remained for blissful seconds in her warm and wet mouth, I felt her tongue embracing the tip of my cock and playing with the soft skin of my shaft.

One thing was missing though, so I pulled myself back, kneeled down and kissed her, holding her face in my hands. I was panting and in between kisses I whispered compliments on what she had done for me. We stood up together sharing a deep and intense kiss which I only broke to take her shirt off. As always, she was wearing no bra and I enjoyed the feeling of her small tits pressing against my body.