Jessie had her arms around my neck and had lifted her upper body off the bed, burying her face in my shoulder, biting me as her body shook and spasmed in release. Hugged tightly to me, pressing her breasts into my chest, she continued to jink her hips intermittently as she came down from her orgasm. I stopped cumming, but kept my cock buried in her, relishing the feel of her tight vaginal tunnel spasming around my still hard member.
I felt moisture on my shoulder and heard a muffled sob.
“Are you okay?” I asked between deep breaths as I recovered from our intense coupling.
“Oh, Jake honey, I’m more than okay,” she replied in an emotional voice, “that was…that was wonderful, sublime. I haven’t cum like that in a long time, or had such sweet love made to me,” she answered as she lay back.
“Oh, baby. I can feel you, still hard, still deep in me,” she cooed, a little surprise in her voice.
“Sometimes, I stay hard, even after I cum. If you want, we can make love again?”
“If I want?” she laughed, “stay in me and roll over. I want to fuck ‘you’, now,” she said in a stern, but sultry voice, taking control.
I immediately rolled us over and she planted her knees beside my hips, leaned forward, placing her hands beside my head and her face above mine. Her long hair fell in a dark cloud around my head. She leaned down and engaged me in another long soulful kiss, then dropped her body down, mashing her breasts into my chest.
Breaking the kiss, she lifted up until just her nipples stayed in contact with my chest; then she began riding me, dragging her taut, engorged nipples up and down my chest, sliding the full length of my shaft, only stopping when my cockhead reached her vaginal opening. She would pause, then slowly slide back down my shaft till my cockhead pressed against her cervix. I reached and filled my hands with her firm buttocks and followed her movements. For several minutes, she slowly rode me in the most pleasurable, tantalizing manner, flexing her vaginal muscles and occasionally shuddering. As her climax built, her body would shudder more and her vagina would spasm around my shaft.
“Baby, I’m almost…ungh, oh, almost there, ohhh, going, oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh…CUM, CUMMING…
She straightened up and began bouncing up and down, slapping hard against me. I released her ass, grabbed her hips, and helped her jack up and down faster and faster. Her breasts danced wildly on her chest; her stomach muscles rippled with the exertion. Her hands were now on my stomach, bracing her, and her nails dug into my skin. Suddenly, she dropped hard and her pelvis began to jerk in orgasmic spasms as her climax exploded, vagina clenching and spasming around my cock.
“AH-AH-AH-OH-OH-FUCK-BABY-OH-OH…Oh, oh, Jake,” she fell forward, collapsing on me, panting, head tucked in beside mine.
I stroked her hair and ran my other hand up and down the length of her back, as her body continued to shudder and jerk in post-orgasmic release.
Breathlessly, she whispered, “I didn’t feel you cum.”
“No, but I need too.”
“What can I do?”
“Lie on your stomach, legs straight and together.”
“Okay…” she said with a questioning look as she lifted off me, my painfully hard cock sliding out of her. Our combined fluids left a trail across my stomach as she dismounted and laid down beside me.
I rose and grabbed a pillow as I now straddled her legs. “Lift your hips,” I directed and placed the pillow under her.
I took my aching cock and slid it between her thighs and found her now very wet opening. I easily slipped it between her lips and all the way in till I was pressed firmly against her round, muscular buttocks. Then I leaned forward and placed my hands next to her shoulders, levering my cock up against her ass cheeks. From this angle, I could get maximum stimulation, and I have found that most women enjoy it, also. I swept her hair aside and started kissing her neck while beginning to slowly stroke in and out.
“Oh, never done this; feels good, baby,” she purred, “I think you can make me cum again.”
“I’m counting on it,” I replied as I picked up the pace, long-stroking her slippery, grasping vagina.
I was now forcefully smacking against her ass, enjoying the feel, the firmness. She started lifting her hips in response, which prompted me to ask, “Can you reach under and jill yourself? The quicker you climax, the quicker I will.”
“I don’t know, ungh, ooh, just how quick I want you to cum. This feels divine,” she answered, playfully. But then she snaked her right hand under her, found her clit and started masturbating.
“Oh, damn, baby, not going to last long.”
I felt her start to spasm around my cock and this motivated me to start stroking in earnest. “Oh, don’t stop what you’re doing. I’m close,” I panted, and started rapidly short-stroking as my climax began to build. I was now sweating with the exertion and intensity of our coupling, and Jessie started vocalizing the onset of her orgasm as she began jilling rapidly.
“Cum-um-ing-now-baby-now-fi-ill-me-oh-oh-FILL ME…AHGH, FUCK…NOW,” she shouted.
I exploded, shooting ropes of semen, deep into her spasming cunt. I unloaded so hard, my balls ached, almost painfully, and I continued to spasm after I was empty. My body jerked and shuddered in glorious relief. I collapsed on her back, huffing, and sweating, and I could feel and hear her panting, beneath me.
Her muffled voice squeaked out, “Holy shit, baby. I think you killed me.” Then she giggled, “What a glorious death!”
I slid off her and flopped on my back.
Jessie cooed, “Jake, my lover, what you just did to me…what we just did…I have never felt this loved…or this well-fucked!” she laughed. “You also made me cum so hard, my stomach muscles hurt. And we may have to throw these sheets away. This pillow is definitely toast,” she giggled, “We made a mess!”
“I love your pillow talk…and you motivated, inspired me like I’ve never been before…I think I’m going to need more supplements,” I joked.
Afterwards, we lay in bed talking, about everything, the future, our hopes, Jessie’s inevitable divorce, our parents and our jobs — we live and work in separate towns. One of us was going to have to move and secure a new job. Neither of us was ready to become a home body. It became simple. Jessie didn’t want to live in the house that she and Derrick shared, and they would probably have to sell it to settle things, anyway. And though Aurora had some nice things going for it, Colorado Springs had more to offer; besides being our parents’ hometown, my home in Manitou Springs was really too nice to give up. Jessie wasn’t married to her job and was highly employable, so that was the easy issue to deal with.
The difficult issue — our parents. “Hi Mom and Dad. Jessie’s getting a divorce, and oh by the way, we’re in love and want to get married.”
As we talked and planned, I on my back, head to the side, looking into Jessie’s eyes, she rolled on her side towards, me and touched my cheek with her hand. Then, studying me, she ran her hand down my arm and then across my chest and down my stomach.