Jake Is A Good Man... Right?

We don't let go. Using each other as an anchor we hold on for dear life and we bounce and we shock and we spasm, the pleasure rushing through us.

This one is so good that it makes my whole body tense and I wind up spasming as my back clenches, as my body rises up to it feels like the only parts of me connected to the ground anymore are the tips of my toes and the top of my head.

Then I come crashing down only to rush into spasm again.

Again and again, falling from one to the other as my head lolls and my hand goes slack over my mouth but my other hand, the one holding on to Rachel, keeps a lock throughout it all.

It's all just so hot, so much burning through my veins and so much I can barely even begin to keep a hold on. The pulsating pleasure that he is giving me roars through me and it is so loud that I can hear the absence of it when it's gone but I ache for more of it, only for it to find me again.

I think the thing I love most about the female orgasm is the way that it's drawn out. The pleasure of it being a whole body experience is something to behold, no doubt, but it's the fact that you cum and then cum and then cum and then cum in successive aftershockcs that really truly makes it something great. Each time is a little less potent than the one that came before but still powerful enough to take your breath away and so you gasp, clenching and holding on to anything you can as it seems to draw out and last forever.

Somewhere in the middle I look over to Rachel and I see her overcome as well. I watch her body shimmer and shake in the moonlight and I see the relentless pounding of Blake as he pushes her through the climax and keeps on using her body for his own lust. He fucks her with such determination, such rigid militaristic timing that it's like he's a drill sergeant and I look up to him, only to find his eyes focused on the beauty before him with not a moment to spare for me.

I don't know how that makes me feel.

But I know that Jake is enough for me tonight and I know that when I finish, when I am gasping and trying to make sense of things, I feel him pull away from me only to slide up beside me.

He takes his time, kissing every inch of my skin that he can manage as he goes. And when he reaches my breasts and finds them exposed he lavishes them with attention, pulling each nipple into his mouth one at a time while his hand teases at the one his mouth is not connected to.

So the fire builds in me again, then. So the need for more rises once again. So my hand twists out of the grip of Rachel, moving instead to Jake and turning him from one breast to another as he grunts and satisfies once more.

Such a good obedient little jock. He's been so damn good to me.

And he's asked for nothing in return.

I want to reward him. I want to kiss him, to thank him, to beg him not to stop just yet. And I know that I should remind him of my limits but I can't help but feel like they're the last thing on my mind right now as his nibbles at my nipple and then kisses up, over my collarbone and up my neck and to my jaw and finding my lips.

Which part so quick to let that nimble tongue of his in and there is a taste on him that I can't place and it takes me a minute to realize that it's me. My sex lingering on his tongue and his lips and that is just so deliciously naughty that I pull him in even harder, even firmer.

All of him pressed against me, so that it's impossible to ignore.

In the dark Jake has made his move. In the dark he is hot and hard against me. His cock throbbing, pulsing and angry for attention.

Bare.

His bare skin pressed against mine.

His cock pressed against my thigh.

So close to me that it aches.

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