You Give Her An Incredible Time

You're confident about your lovemaking. Jane had not been your first tryst, after all. In college, you went to many parties; it seemed, then at least, that women close to inebriation were more inclined to find a skinny white dude who could recite the Green Lantern's oath attractive. Of course, this was before the MeToo and TimeIsUp movements.

You lift Jane's shirt above her head. You both share a laugh when the shirt collar briefly becomes stuck to her hair. Soon, however, you remove her shirt. She is not wearing a bra--she finds bras restrictive--and you latch onto one of her tits. She laughs at your eagerness. A voyeur might see you two as a mother feeding her baby. Indeed, Jane could be very maternal.

You are not sure when her laughter turned to shallow breaths, but you hear Jane moaning in your ear. You and Jane had been together long enough that you knew each other's weak points.

Her tits were sensitive.

You gave each tit equal attention. Licking, nibbling, and tugging. Throughout, Jane grinds her ass on your cock.

She wants you.

You lie her on her back and remove her pants and underwear. She stares at the ceiling, a finger sitting on her lower lip. You feel her nervousness and excitement.

You bury your nose in her crotch, taking a good whiff of her snatch. You begin eating her out. You do not begin slowly; she prefers a rough treatment. So, you eat her in a way that you imagine a beast might.

You shake your head, fuck her with your tongue, lick her from her vaginal opening to her clit.

She grabs onto your hair as if she is trying to stay on a particularly dangerous roller coaster. One with many loops. When you feel she is about to orgasm, you focus your attention on her clit. She pulls at your hair hard enough to make you wince, and then she lets out a deep, primal moan.

Her juices flood down your throat and you accept it without complaint.

She is breathing heavily now, as if she has just ascended a mountain.

But, you do not let her rest.

When she feels you press your cock at her vaginal opening, she puts a hand at your chest to hold you off. "Wait," she mumbles, still out of breath, but you hold her hands above her head and put your cock into her balls deep. She feels your length all at once. Her eyes roll back, her mouth a big "O".

Still holding her hands above her head, you begin bucking your hips.

Hard.

Each thrust elicits from Jane a moan of pain and pleasure. You kiss her, her moans now ricocheting down your lung.

Your hips elicit her moan, which ricochet down your lungs. This is sex: a union of phallus and yoni, of voice and breath; of phallus and yoni, of voice and breath; of phallus and yoni, of voice and breath.

You cum. While you had cum earlier, this orgasm is more powerful than the first. Jane seems to feel it, as well, because she wraps her legs around your hips and floods your mouth with her tongue.

Somewhere, you think to yourself, "God, I hope I get this bitch pregnant."

But of course you will not. Jane is on the pill. And, anyway, the moment is over. You pull out, breathless and on the opposite end of the bed from Jane. The room fills with panting and unspoken words.

Then, "John, where the hell did that come from?" Jane ask. "That was fucking amazing!"

You snort. "Try not to sound too surprised."

She cuddles next to you, a smile radiant on her lips. You two share a kiss, and, because it was getting quite late now, and you both had work in the morning, soon, you fall asleep.