What about it?

Jake coughed and Sam blushed, her eyes shifting downward.

"Fuck, dude, I'm sorry. I'm pushing too hard," she said quietly. "Yes, I'm acting demure because you're embarrassed. I'm embarrassed too! I'm still horny, though, so I know you are."

Jake put his arm around her shoulders and she cuddled into him with a sigh. "Let's just get back to basics," he said. "We know that everything that goes through my head is echoed in your mind. We know I can 'push' things onto you with varying degrees of ****."

Sam put a hand on his chest and began rubbing gently. "Like this," she said in amazement. "I didn't even think about that. I just did it. Maybe we're overthinking things, Jake. Why don't we just do what feels good?"

"I don't know, Sam. You're not yourself right now."

"I know," Sam chuckled. "I'm more you than me, which is how I know you're caught between guilt and arousal. How do you think that makes me feel? Between wanting to play with my tits and feeling horrible about wanting to play with my tits, I can barely think straight. Jake, we both need release and you know it."

Jake cleared his throat. "So what do you suggest we-"

She interrupted him by throwing herself onto him and pressing her soft lips against his. As her hands roamed up and down his rib cage, he put his hands on her shoulders and drew her tight against him. She grunted with a rush of arousal and broke the kiss.

"Holy shit!" she said, smiling from ear to ear. "I can feel your horniness, Jake! Oh my God, I'm getting it from your body and mine!"

She lifted his hands to cup her breasts through her thin blouse and bra and let out a long, inarticulate groan. As they latched on and began to knead, she began to slowly thrust against him. She made a sound like a laugh and a gasp at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Jake, I've never felt anything like this before... oh my God, I have to get my clothes off!"

Sam sat up, still straddling him, and tore off her top. As she reached around back to unclasp her plain white bra, Jake hurriedly stripped off his t-shirt. She collapsed back onto him and began to work his fly as he pulled down the modest skirt she had worn. She was gasping again, sucking in air like a drowning victim as his fingers grazed the top of her pussy.

"Oh Jake oh fuck, oh fuck you've got to put it in me now, Jake, put it in me, use me, I want to feel my boobs and my pussy and-" Same stopped mid-sentence and closed her eyes. She shucked off his underwear and he casually tossed her panties aside. When his rock-hard cock made contact with her womanhood she let out an inarticulate gurgle.

"You stopped me," she gasped. "You made me stop talking. Do it again!"

He grunted and shoved his cock into her needy slit and she almost screamed. "Oh, Jake, I love you!" she cried. "I'm yours, forever and ever!"

He punctuated each ever with a powerful thrust and Sam felt dual orgasms building. She clenched her eyes shut and felt the squeeze, his dick throbbing inside of her and then it was spurting and Sam was coming. It hit her like a train, her whole body thrumming against his and her soft warm interior flooding and she threw her head back and howled in perfect unison with Jake. She felt her body go limp and sagged forward.

Sam was **** before she hit the bed.