Miles spoke to Janice

The bedroom door clicks shut behind them and the noise of the party below drops to a distant hum.

Janice turns to face him. The navy dress, the loose strands of hair around her face, the particular look in her eyes that he has been on the receiving end of all night. She steps forward and takes his tie in both hands, loosening it slowly, pulling it free and dropping it on the chair beside her without looking away from him.

She kisses him once, unhurried, then pulls back just enough. The passionate kiss seems worth the wait.

Janice drops to her knees. She undoes his belt with practiced efficiency, unzips his trousers and pulls them down along with his boxers in one clean motion. She takes his cock in her hand and looks up at him with those blue eyes.

Janice: been thinking about this all night.

She pushes him down as he sits on the end of the bed. She takes him in her mouth and licks his cock top to bottom.

She works him slowly at first, one hand at the base, the other flat on his thigh, her eyes occasionally finding his from below. She is unhurried and thorough, the kind of thorough that makes it very difficult to think about anything else. He puts a hand in her hair and she lets him, adjusting her pace when his grip tightens.

Miles: god Janice.

She pulls back slightly, stroking him slowly, looking up.

Janice: you like that?

Miles: you know I do.

She smiles and takes him back in, deeper this time, until he exhales hard against the back of his hand.

After several minutes she stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and looks at him with an expression that has shed every last layer of the careful Janice he has known since sophomore year. Miles picks up Janice kissing her and puts her on her back.

Janice : your turn

He does not need to be told twice.

He lays on top of her and works his way down her body slowly, taking his time, reading every sound she makes and adjusting accordingly. When he puts his mouth on her she inhales sharply, one hand going immediately to his hair.

Janice: oh god.

He works her slowly, methodically, his hands flat on her inner thighs keeping her open. She moves against his mouth, her grip in his hair tightening, her breathing coming in shorter and shorter bursts.

Janice: right there. Don't stop.

He does not stop. He brings her to the edge and holds her there until she is pulling his hair hard and her thighs are pressing against his shoulders and she comes with her back arching off the bed, his name somewhere in the sound she makes.

She is still catching her breath when she pulls him up by the shoulders and pushes him onto his back.

She straddles him, reaches down and takes his hard cock in her hand, positioning him at her entrance of her soaking wet pussy. She looks down at him with blue eyes and sinks down slowly, taking him in inch by inch, her jaw dropping slightly at the feeling.

Both let out gasps at the same time

Miles: fuck.

Janice: She exhales slowly. yeah.

She starts moving. Slowly at first, her hands flat on his chest, finding her rhythm. He puts his hands on her hips and she bats them away.

Janice: hands off.

He obliges. She rides him at her own pace, unhurried and deliberate, rolling her hips in a way that makes it extremely difficult to stay still. Her head drops back, her hair falling loose around her shoulders, completely lost in her own rhythm.

He watches her and decides this is one of the best views he has ever had in his life.

She picks up the pace gradually, her breathing getting louder, the headboard tapping the wall softly behind them. She comes a second time with her nails digging into his chest, shuddering, before collapsing forward against him.

Just as she's about to slow down he rolls her over. Without taking his cock out of her pussy She lands on her back beneath him, slightly breathless, looking up with bright eyes.

They find a rhythm. Face to face, unhurried, the kind of pace that builds rather than rushes. She looks up at him and he looks down at her and for a moment it is just that, two people who have been circling each other since sophomore year finally, completely here.

Janice: Fuck you're fucking killing me...fuck fuck...

Miles: yeah...uhh...

Miles grunts as he increased his speed. He picks up the pace and she matches it, her legs locked around him, her hands gripping his shoulders. The rhythm gets harder and faster until the headboard is marking time against the wall and Janice has stopped trying to keep quiet entirely.

He pulls out and turns her over without asking. She goes willingly, getting on her hands and knees, looking back at him over her shoulder.

Janice: don't hold back.

He does not hold back.

He pushes inside her from behind and grips her hips and moves without restraint, the sound of the impact filling the room. She drops her head forward, one hand gripping the headboard, pushing back against every thrust with her whole body.

Janice: oh fuck.faaackkkk. Oh my god. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop.

He does not stop. He reaches forward and grabs her hair, pulling gently, and she arches her back and makes a sound that is somewhere between his name and something that is not a word at all.

She comes again, clenching hard around him, and he stays buried deep riding it out until she goes still and boneless beneath him.

He pulls out.

She turns over, reading him immediately, and sits up.

She takes him between her breasts, pressing her tits together around his cock, looking up with a satisfied expression.

Janice: come on then.

He moves, watching her, one hand braced against the headboard. She keeps her eyes on his face the entire time, along with the tight grip of her tits which makes it considerably harder to last.

He comes hard shooting his cum at her face, exhaling through his teeth, one hand gripping the headboard until his knuckles whiten. Janice takes his cock jerking it off making sure every drop off cum is out, then licks it clean off his cock.

Janice looks down at herself then back up at him with a slow satisfied smile.

Janice: Worth the wait?

He looks at her for a moment, still catching his breath.

Miles: you have no idea.

Exhausted by the night and the intense sex, they both pass out in each other's embrace.