Something different Pt5

Juxtaposition is defined as 'the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect'. Never before had I experienced a more physically accurate version of this concept as when Jess again huffed out a contented sigh of relaxation and my brain and cock both looked sideways at one another realising that my shaft was sandwiched between Jess' soft round cheeks while my cockhead was within an agonising inch of being pressed against Jess' arsehole.

Fighting against a growing erection and a primal physiological response to push fleshy things into other fleshy things, I took some deep steadying breaths.

"Comfy again?" I said, narrowly avoiding squeaking the question. If there is a celestial being governing our fates and lives, I realised at that moment that whoever they are they must be a really sick bastard with an evil sense of humour. When I asked my question Jess stretched and flexed her back pressing her arsehole down onto my now rock solid cock, grazing it's head. This was euphoric ****.

"Very" she purred. Jess sensed the tension knotting my rigid body and held my hands. "This feels nice" she said.

Now out of my direct bodily control, my cock pulsed gently and twitched against Jess' arse. After about half a minute, I felt Jess finally notice what was happening and she turned her head looking at me sideways on.