He will

Jen’s breath came in ragged, **** gasps, her powerful body arching beneath John like a bowstring pulled taut. Her muscles trembled with the strain of holding back, but Jhon could feel his wife’s control fraying, her hips bucking wildly to meet his thrusts.

The bench groaned under them, protesting the **** of her movements, but John held steady, his own arousal a burning coil he refused to unleash just yet. The stone in his pocket thrummed faintly, as if feeding his resolve, but this was all him—his determination to prove he could match her, to draw out her pleasure until she shattered first.

Slowing his pace deliberately, John kept grinding deep with each deliberate roll of his hips, his hands pushing her wrists above her head against the cool metal of the bench.

Jen’s eyes widened, a mix of frustration and ecstasy flashing across her flushed face. “John… faster,” she pleaded, her voice breaking into a whine that sent a thrill through him. Her legs tightened around his waist, her calves flexing like iron bands, trying to pull him closer, deeper, but he resisted, leaning down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss that muffled her protests.

Her tongue met his with urgent hunger, but he pulled back just enough to tease, his breath hot against her ear.

“Not yet, Jen. I want to you to cum first.” His words were a low growl, laced with the confidence she’d ignited in him. He shifted his angle again, targeting that spot that made her gasp sharply, her massive frame shuddering as waves of pleasure built within her.

One of his hands released her wrist to trail down her side, fingers dancing over the slick sheen of sweat on her skin, thumb pressing into the divot of her hip bone as he maintained his torturously slow rhythm.

Jen’s moans escalated, raw and unrestrained, echoing through the empty gym like a symphony of surrender. Her large breasts heaved, the tank top riding up to expose more of her sculpted torso, and John’s free hand cupped the firm swell of one breast, thumb circling the hardened peak through the fabric. She arched into his touch, her body betraying her, muscles clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that tested his willpower.

“Oh John… I can’t—” Her words dissolved into a keening cry, her head thrashing side to side, blonde hair sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead.

Smirking John felt it building in her—the tension coiling tighter, her inner walls fluttering erratically. Gritting his teeth, John’s own body was screaming that he too was nearing his climax, but John focused on her, on the way her abs contracted visibly under his gaze, her biceps bulging as she gripped the bench overhead.

John quickened his pace just enough to push her over the edge, his thrusts precise and unrelenting now, each one drawing a deeper moan from her throat.

Suddenly, Jen’s body went rigid, her eyes squeezing shut as a shudder ripped through her.

“John!” she cried out, her voice hoarse and broken, her powerful legs locking around him like a vice.

Her climax crashed over her in waves, her muscles spasming wildly, clenching around him in a grip that nearly undid him. She bucked beneath him, the bench creaking dangerously, her nails digging into the padding as ecstasy tore through her Amazonian form.

Face contorted in bliss, Jen’s lips parted in silent gasps that turned to whimpers, her entire being trembling in the aftermath, **** and spent in a way that made her seem even more magnificent.

John held on through it all, his breath hitching as he rode out her release, the sensation of her pulsing around him pushing him to his limit.

But he outlasted her, slowing to a gentle rock as she came down, her body going limp beneath him, chest rising and falling in heavy pants. Jen’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with satisfaction, a lazy smile curving her swollen lips.

“You… you did it,” she murmured, her voice thick with awe and exhaustion, one hand weakly reaching up to trace his jaw. “My turn to watch you now.”

Only then did John let go, his control snapping as he let loose his own climax, his hot white sperm flooding into Jen making her moan in pleasure, as once More John found himself gripping the stone.