Re-Awakening Pt. 02

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

As they soaked towards reinvigoration, Jill and John stared at each other from opposite ends of the hot tub. The wine was now relaxing them both and combined with the heat, was creating a soothing setting that translated into their thoughts.

Neither needed to articulate...at least not at this time. They were new lovers and as such, they had broken a new and very exclusive boundary that was only theirs and could never be shared by another party. This event marked the opening of a dynamic that can only be experienced when one fully knows the body of the other and is best experienced when both give the other free reign. So many lovers made the mistake of entering this region only to establish still more boundaries which rather defeated the entire goal of intimacy. A lover does not care what the other might do if there is a sense of satisfaction achieved. For indeed the very act of giving and the implied trust therein was a part of love making that few understood and those that did had no need to share this secret.

Jill wondered if John had boundaries. She wanted to give herself completely to him as a participant in any intimate act. She knew from experience that holding back resulted in a life half lived. Why bother? If he found pleasure in something, no matter what, she wanted to be the means or instrument of that pleasure. He may already know this and feel the same. But for now, their bodies and subsequent reactions would tell far more than words.

She came over and sat beside John swinging her legs over his such that she sat sideways to him. She then leaned in to whisper into his ear.

"I have to tell you something."

He closed his eyes and listened. Still whispering she continued.

"What you just did to me was real good. I haven't cum so hard in a long time. But I want you to cum too and I am wondering if you will let me be in charge?"

"Anything, my love."

She wondered at his choice of words and assumed it was just something the English said as a familiar term. Still she liked to hear it just the same.

"Wait here."

She stood in the tub and leaned into John such that her breast was now in reach of his mouth. Taking the bait, he leaned out and seized a nipple between his lips. The hot water had softened her flesh, but the current began anew as he applied increasing pressure until she hardened. She pulled back and out of his mouth and stepped onto the deck. No towel was sought; none was needed. As lovers, why hide?

She went upstairs to get a towel, two silk scarves and Astroglide. On the way back, she grabbed a blanket and walked outside.

"Come with me," was all she said. He wondered at the entendre.

They went to a shady corner of her yard where she flung open the blanket. Smoothing it out required that she bend and move round to all corners to make it just right. She hoped that her antics would have the desired effect.

As she looked to his crotch, she saw that his penis stared at her with a certain turgid attitude. She knew it was capable of more.

"Stand here."

She pointed to the middle of the blanket. He complied.

With the towel, she patted him down starting from a standing position and eventually dropped to her knees to complete the act. When she looked up, his member was fully paying attention.

"Lay down."

He complied.

"Arms over your head."

Still he complied.

She walked to where his hands now lay and bound them together with one of the scarves.

"You are a very giving lover," she offered, "but now I want you to keep your hands right there. I've tied them as a reminder."

He nodded.

She then sat between his legs spreading them and shimmied up such that his penis was within easy grasp.

She then took just one drop of Astroglide to her thumb and closed the bottle. She knew she would need no more as his body would readily produce her preferred lube very soon. Rather than stroke him up and down, she grasped his cock, lifted it up and held it firm. With a thumb, she began a small circular motion on the underside of his cock, just below the head, where she knew so many nerve endings came close to the surface.

This is all she did for her opening round, small circles...sometimes larger and sometimes smaller. The effects came on quickly. John's legs stiffened as more and more nerve endings fired and even though his cock had already been hard, it was now fully engorged.

As he produced his own lube, she added this to the rest. He was now slick enough that every once in awhile she would use her thumb and index finger to caress across the top of his penis causing him to shutter.

She expanded her circles around the rim of his glans. It now glistened as his body was ejecting pre-cum in copious quantities. Still she rubbed in circles only. No strokes.

The desired effects were manifest. She could sense an eminent orgasm and as if on some sort of signal, she simply stopped. She took her hand away and watched his cock. John groaned, but there was insufficient energy to bring him to orgasm. Still his penis bobbed up and down as several mini spasms flooded the shaft.

When she knew the eminence had passed, she started again...tiny circles with a firm grip.

She repeated the process not once, not twice, but three times. Each cycle she could feel his tension indicating that he was ready to come and each time she stopped.

After three times, she took the second scarf and wrapped it around his eyes and tugged it tight. She was now on phase two of her play.

She was only too wet already and with John's pre-cum and her own juices forming a perfect lubricant, she straddled him with her body facing his feet, tested to make sure he was not too excited and then eased his shaft into per pussy letting gravity do the work.

She was fully seated with this large penis now embedded. She had watched her tummy bulge out as she brought this missile home. In fact for the last inch, she placed her hand on her tummy just to be sure she was right in what she saw.

Looking over her shoulder, she said, "John, let me do the work."

From this vantage, she thought she saw movement in the bushes, but it did not register at the time.

Like no other position, the best motion to achieve a fantastic sensation for both guy and girl was not an up and down as one might expect, but rather a front to back pelvic thrust that caused the erection to repetitively bend at it's base as it was sheathed by her tissues. Further, a guy could see his member disappear and reappear in a very erotic fashion. Finally, she knew that the effect of seeing her skin stretched to accommodate him would be a great turn on.

She planted her palms to the ground and began to very slowly rock her hips. His groans became palpable as she broadened her arc causing almost a complete extraction before the next re-entry. She continued long powerful strokes that caused her neurons to fire as well. It was her intention to bring him fully up and over this time, but if she took just a few minutes, she knew she could get them both there. It seemed a noble goal.

The body jolts continued. When she knew she too was close, she reached back momentarily to rip off the blindfold. John craned his neck, and as she suspected the sight was far too compelling in his current state. With a series of hard thrusts from Jill, they were both violently shoved over and edge in a process that now neither controlled. Victims of their own passions, they succumbed to torrents of spasms. She could feel cables of ejaculate flung into her chasm as three, now four, now five convulsions signaled the spume that was following inside. She held his thighs as the two ebbed and flowed. With a final mutual gasp, they collapsed.

Jill had the tenacity to spin around, still skewered, and legs drawn up simply rested on John's pronate frame. Both chests heaved, both sweated and both could feel a sting of worn flesh.

Her head rested on his shoulder while his penis remained thickly inside. She reached up and with just one hand untied his hands. Again free, they came down, found this limpet now attached and stroked her back. The petting caused her to purr quite literally. Her voice gave off a low 'Mmmm' with each breath in a sort of post orgasm mantra.

They simply stayed put, not moving. Not caring to. She could feel fluids escaping her and running onto John. She wanted these to stay in her for as long as possible.

She straightened her legs and said, "Roll over with me, but please stay inside."

She now lay under him, still attached and in a missionary position. Her pussy now had gravity working with her to keep his swimmers inside. She smiled. They closed their eyes and enjoyed the moment.

Clad only in John, and some time later, she felt a slight motion from this man still atop her. She could still feel this thickness and wondered if he was having carnal intentions. She was two up on him, so perhaps.

To provide motivation, she began rubbing his back and down to his cute buns. They were like nice bubbles as she held them in her hands. She kneaded them left to right and front to back. All over. She spread his cheeks and let her fingers scrape across his tiny hole.

John said little but she could sense a freshening breeze flowing though him and translating to his penis. It grew. And it grew still more.

In such a classic pose, it took little time for him to begin rocking in earnest. He was playful about it and they talked as they fucked. The immediacy for each had been addressed and now they could fuck for fun.

He opened, "Do we have dinner plans?" He continued, "If you're going to fuck me like this you are supposed to feed me, too."

She tried to laugh and normally would have except that her crotch was thinking hard about taking over and as John continued his thrusts, her breath was being forced from her lungs and held hostage to his pacing.

"We...can...go...to a...place...I...know."

They broke out into genuine and whole hearted laughter.

"How about this? I feel really good and I suspect you do as well. What if we shower and go get a bite?"

"Sure you don't want to finish what you've started?"

"That last little teasing thing you did just about blew out my eardrums. I think I am good if you are."

"Let's go eat," they said in unison.

As he slipped out, they both had a slight convulsion as is only possible in a post orgasmic state. He pulled her to a standing position and they hugged. As she stood there, she could feel his swimmers escaping in multiple rivulets and on both thighs.

"Look what you've done to me," she pointed to the streams of semen now running amuck.

With face looking down and just with her eyes arched up, she took a hand and rubbed his sperm into her skin looking into his eyes.

"Better on my skin than on the floor," as they held hands and skipped into the house.