Fucking a Friend Pt. 12

"You bastard," she laughed and blew me a kiss, "I am going to hold you to that shit when I get back."

I got up from the day bed and walked over to the bookshelf and pulled a Feynman lecture and climbed back into the bed. There was some rumbling about in the kitchen before I saw her head begin to come into view. She had brought up some wine and two glasses, laying them on the reader's table before filling both glasses a little more than half way.

I watched Jillian climb back to me, handing me a glass as she adjusted her body against my naked form. "Read to me," she demanded, raising the wine to her lips and swallowing.

I shook my head, in complete amazement at this woman. We had sex on the beach a few hours earlier, had just had it minutes earlier, and now find ourselves pressing reset by my reading to her and drinking wine.

I guess there was no rush since we had all weekend to ourselves. I began to read and watched out of the corner of my eye as she layed across me, wine in one hand as she began to stroke between her legs with the other.

"Your voice is turning me on," she pressed her head backwards to look up at the ceiling and her eyes darted to me, widening as she continued to play with herself, "I think you could read Winnie the Pooh to the same effect."

I noticed her wine glass was already empty and within two more sentences, she had dropped it to the ground. Her other hand now traced the swells of her breasts, an uneven act as my shirt added a dimension that added to my own desire.

Jillian's breath was short, catching deep within her lungs, as fingers trailed across her ribcage and to my body. The moment she touched me, I sucked in a deep breath and called her name, long and low, and I saw her watch with increased interest as every syllable left my tongue and lips.

A few more seconds more of mutual teasing, saw her reach up and take the book from my hands and dropping on the floor. Jillian shifted, facing me before straddling my hips. I watched as she reached into one of the breast pockets on my shirt and produced an entire strand of condoms.

With a slight of hand, she worked her magic, and I found my cock adorned with a latex sheathing. Grabbing my arousal, she guided it towards her raised and angled hips as my hands instinctively possessed her. Swallowing me, Jillian wrapped her hands around my neck as I slid against the wall to brace both of our bodies as a slow, thorough tempo began.

Her hips pressed against mine, grinding and holding at the most critical juncture of every revolution and as she took what she wanted. I gave as much of myself as she demanded and she readily accepted it before coaxing more from me.

Jillian already had me on the brink of explosion and she damn well knew it. She forced my hands backwards and as they splayed out against mine, we touched the railing of the day bed, "Stay" was all she said before she rested her palms against my shoulders.

A handful of gyrations later and those hands moved to her neck, throat, her breasts. She explored her body as she rode mine. I watched, her fingertips flexing and grazing nearly every centimeter of her hot, sweaty torso. Her hips continued to grind on me, her thighs pressing tight against mine.

I rose my knees, angling them to press and lift her bottom as she moaned how desperate she was and how good it felt to have me inside of her.

I felt the cold sting of her palm slap my face in the very moment that her body language and tempo changed, becoming more tightly wound. I let her have her way and she knew I would let her. The sounds of delirious laughter that left the depths of her throat betrayed how desperate her situation was.

It took one long, throaty moan from her to cause me to lose control of my own situation. I reacted to every pulse that escaped me and gave myself more to her.

That same moan escaped her throat again a dozen thrusts later and I felt her body tense, she leaned into me and sucked on my lip before pulling it.

I felt her nails tear down my shoulders and into my chest. She squeezed my nipple, pulling it and as she tortured me, clamped those lips down onto my neck, sucking and biting me as if to drain the blood from my body the same way she was using my body for her pleasure.

I was very nearly gone as she leaned her hot body against me and I reveled in how the sweat dripped from her onto me and it only served to stoke the fire within me but my body was too weak, too gone, and every bit her slave to do anything.

I loved how her hands flayed to the rail in from of her and over my arms, scratching at my skin as they moved past me to claim the iron bars of the railing my arms rested on. Her hips, now slowing into a steady push against me, would continue to draw every last drop I had to offer.

After she had taken all that she wanted, she pushed back and allowed my cock the space needed to "breath". Our lips gently nipped at one another slowly and lazily as our bodies continued to melt into one another.

I think we both realized, at the same time, that this was actually happening. There was no rush. We could enjoy each other completely. Utterly. Our eyes, slowly came to rest on each other as we smiled, a sign of our mutual delight.

I slid down onto the day bed and drew her down to me. Jillian wrapped my arms around her, sighed and then moaned her approval as my thighs began wrapped against hers. Within minutes, both of us had fallen asleep and what she had said as I drifted off to sleep took me by surprise.

"God how I love you."