Fucking a Friend Pt. 13

It had been a very peaceful morning. I say morning because the night had been spent in a sexual pursuit with Jillian. It was well after midnight , nearly 3 am in fact, when our sweaty and lust driven bodies had finally collapsed onto one another from exhaustion and I had pulled her against me, falling asleep together.

I had woken near nine to an empty bed. Sliding out of bed, I put my boxers on and went downstairs towards the sound of clamoring in my kitchen. As I emerged from upstairs, I looked left to the kitchen and I saw Jillian turn with a spatula in hand to regard me.

I looked at her with keen interest. It wasn't just because she was wearing my shirt from last night, unbuttoned, or had her hair down and tousled from last night's debauchery. It was because she had made herself home in my kitchen. I smelled eggs and bacon. I looked past her to see the stove on.

"Are you seriously..." I squinted, not quite believing what I was seeing. Jillian. In my home. Cooking breakfast. For us.

"Cooking?" she nodded, bopping the spatula like Cinderella's fairy godmother at me, "I was hungry. I slept like you wouldn't believe, darling, and I woke up hungry." she blew me a kiss before winking, "I didn't want to wake you up so I helped myself."

I was entranced by her. The way my shirt hung over her breasts made last night seem like a far away memory and pale in comparison. The way the sunlight fell from the window around her illuminated her in a way that made me think she had come from Heaven itself. Those shapely legs of hers made me want to part the sea itself and search for the pearl hidden deep within her body.

Then as if I was in a trance, I came to her. Kissing her with a passion that had come to define our friendship and our affair. Jillian responded to my kiss, "I slaved over this, mother fucker."

Slyly, I smiled and turned the stove off before dipping my head against hers. "I want something else to eat."

"Really?" she smiled wickedly and licked my lips before nipping at my neck.

She wrapped her body around me, pressing those hips against mine and as if on que, she summoned my arousal to her though the thin cotton of my boxers. Jillian looked down between us and her eyes widened, releasing me before spinning around and allowing her bottom to brush against me. She knew quite well what she was doing and I could the look of teased arousal in her eyes as her lips parted and broke into a devious smile.

I let her tease me. I let it bolden me and allow her to feel exactly what I wanted her to feel; the intense strength of my desire for her. She spun around and laid kiss after kiss on my collarbone, neck, and throat before her lips fell against mine. I parted them to allow her deeper, fuller access. I drew my arms around her, pulling her tighter and felt a moan escape her throat, vibrating against me as hands slid across the elastic waistband of my boxers and explored beneath.

My fingers traced up her spine to the back of her neck. Playing with her hair, I deepened our kiss, wanting to show her the depth of my need. Those same hands would spread out and slide down her shoulder blades and possess her as they came to rest on her hips, pushing the shirt she wore back from me before rising up her belly and over her breasts to her shoulders where I slid it down her arms.

Jillian took a deep intake of breath as my shirt fell to the floor. I felt her laugh with delirious pleasure when my hands slid down her arms and across her hips before taking possession of her bottom, pressing my hips fully against her. It was then I realized that my boxers were still on and therefore my cock would not be able to press against her in raw need.

I swear I saw a tickle emerge from the pit of her belly as she responded by swaying her hips against me. My hands squeezed her and claimed her while my lips lowered against her to consume the flesh between the curves of her breasts. I loved how she swayed against my touch, how she couldn't seem to get enough of it.

I moved a hand against her back, tracing her spine, spreading wide to balance her as I dipped her back so that I could kiss just above her belly button and leaving a blazing series of kisses against her as I moved back towards her breasts. I kissed around her soft mounds of flesh and as I ran my lips over the outer swell of them, I felt her shudder and push into me, eagerly giving herself over to me.

I would begin to make exquisite and painstakingly slow love to each of her breasts. I never touched her nipples, though. Abstaining from them, I instead wanted to drive her completely insane. As my lips sought to feast on her, my fingers dipped lower, massaging the trimmed hairs of her pussy, then pressing my palm against the mound itself, before I teased a finger past her folds.

She shook against my touch and I felt her knees give out when she dipped a little, dislodging my tongue from the under swell of a breast. I didn't pursue her deeper but shifted my thumb upwards to explore her clit. "God damn," she muttered, and as I looked into her face from the corner of my eye was that she was so incredibly close to lose control.

I pushed her backwards against the counter, edging a leg between her thigh and sliding against her in the moment before I slid to my knee. My tongue traced along an invisible path down her belly and across the swollen folds that guarded the very essence of her being. "Shit, John" escaped her lips as my tongue hardened against her, sinking deeper just for the shortest of moments to gage I could best please her. I felt her entire body tense in anticipation of my next move. My hands pressed, no gripped, her bottom to give her a sense of my hunger. I moaned my appreciation as she allowed me to further access her. Of all the things that men were allowed to taste, the sweet vanilla honey that made up the essence of her being was infinitely the greatest I had ever had the pleasure to consume.

I felt hands on either side of my head, restless, until one hand pulled at my hair. The other hand moved across her belly, with fingertips brushing over her nipples. I watched Jillian slide them between her fingers and draw them taut as she slowly and unashamedly manipulated them.

I loved how Jillian drew in her bottom lip and dryly cursed my existence as she began to cum. I had been very insistent in touching every one of her spots with little to no resistance to doing so.

"Now," she mumbled, drawing strength to say, "please."

I had other plans for her, as I rose between her weakened thighs and drew my boxers down the length of my body. The foot of space I had created for myself was taken when she reclaimed my body and wrapped herself against me again. My lips touched her shoulder and I stroked down her other arm in a lazy stride all the while my cock pressed harder against her swollen, wet pussy. Her reaction to my touch, to what I was doing, was far beyond any she had given me before. I pushed her higher against the counter and rubbed a finger through the aching lips of her pussy, very aware of how her body vibrated against my touch.

I broke contact with her, sliding away and watching her reaction to it. Her face went from the brink of sheer madness to disappointment and then being sheerly mad. I went to my bedroom and returned as quickly as I could with a foiled packet in my hand. I slid it against the palm of her hand, watching with joy as her fingers clamped over it. I nodded to her and moved back against her, teasing the throbbing vein in her neck.

Her fingers became clumsy and fumbled with the simple task of open the condom. She finally shifted her head and ripped it open with her teeth. Spitting out the torn packet, she lowered her hands between us and began to stroke me, her mouth pursing as she did so. I could feel the scorching heat between us as she stroked me, each one was long, complete, and was driving me completely insane. I felt my desperation rise and her cause aided by the slow trickle of slickness sliding out of me.

I watched as she lifted a hand, raised her middle finger and slid that finger against her tongue. She sucked on her fingertip for what seemed like forever before using her other hand to begin sliding the condom onto my cock. Jillian tortured me, slow and deliberate in her approach.

My hot breath, short and panicked lingered over her breast, my teeth barely grazing her nipples finally. She got with the program and hurriedly finished the job.

Two arms wrapped around my neck and without hesitation, I lifted her up, pressing her bottom against the hard edge of the counter top when I titled her hips, slid completely against her and guided myself into her with a singular, swift, and powerful need. She cried out in pleasure as I pierced her.

Our lips ripped into one another as her hands plastered themselves to the edge of the counter or against my back, alternately. When her skin touched mine, I felt nails dig into me. I rocked my hips, angling and diving into her with a purpose, a need that I hadn't known in any other time we had sex.

I think she felt it too, because her eyes darted straight at mine as our bodies collided in a frantic and relentless mashing of flesh against flesh and was daring enough to try to find a reason behind my pursuit of her. It wasn't gentle. I was filled with such hunger and need. It was almost an out of body experience, I felt like I watching me fuck her as I came inside of her.

I slowed my thrusts as orgasm consumed me. I wanted to be completely enslaved by it, relishing my release and wishing like hell that I could fill her body, that hot and primal body with liquid desire.

Our bodies began to glisten with sweat, well, hers did and I wanted to lick every bead of it off her body, and I continued to fuck her slow and relentlessly. When I finally slowed my thrusts enough so that we could look upon each other as human beings and not wild animals, I returned her to her feet. I braced against her body, lifting her fully onto the counter. We leaned into each other, our foreheads pressing together as we both laughed.

"A girl could get used to this," she sighed, "I could get used to this."

"Good," I teased, ""Because I am just beginning."

Lifting her into my arms, her legs wrapped around me and we began to kiss as I carried her into my bedroom, having begun the day in a sexual frenzy and needing to see it's conclusion in the same way.