Jordana Brewster: Personal Training

Her choice was obvious; her bra. She glanced down at her perky chest, the black lacy lingerie supporting her lovely B-cups nicely beneath the blue cotton of her top. Jordana fumbled behind her to grab hold of the strap and pinch it together, releasing the hooks to free herself. She gave a mumble of satisfaction as her breasts were freed in her top and quickly yanked the straps down her shoulders and shrugged herself out of it to leave her in just the thin cotton top. Smiling excitedly to herself, she folded her bra up and quickly found her bag to hide it away, not wanting someone else to come in the next day and find it before she took a deep breath and headed back to where she was working with him.

He looked up to see her coming back and his eyes immediately went to her chest, making her stifle a smile as his eyes locked onto her boobs, high beams on as her stiff nipples showed clearly through her top. She immediately averted her gaze as he looked back up, not wanting him to realise she'd been watching him or anything, looking to the mat and stepping forward as if she were focused on the next part of the scene. Practically able to feel his eyes on her ass through the tight jeans as she moved past him, she treated him to a moment of her bending forward as little as she stretched and got prepared for the moves even though she didn't really need to.

"So we ready to go?" she said, glancing back at him as she turned around.

"Yeah, yeah, got the mat right here ready for the throw," he said, moving back into the cardboard set with her to get in position. His eyes drank in the taper of her body, from her casually settled denim up her slender figure to her now braless top half, able to see clearly that the top she had on was all that stood between him and her lithe nudity.

"So we go from where we ended before, obviously," she said, getting into place but without the prop knife, not wanting it to get completely crushed in the move.

"Yeah, so I'm here holding your wrist and you've just punched up," he said, positioning her hand correctly.

"And then you throw me?" she said, trying to remember the details of the scene from the paperwork.

"Yeah, I reel back from your hit, then throw my other arm around you like this," he said, twisting into her and pulling his arm around her back.

"And I pull it into you over your arm to immobilise you," he said as he closed his arm over hers and pulled his hand into her tummy, tantalisingly close to her perky, tempting breasts.

"Then the throw?" she said.

"Yeah, I pull you back as you kick up a bit, they want to see your legs fly up from the floor apparently, before I turn and throw you down behind me," he said, slowly indicating how he would pull at her to launch the move even as his mind spun with thoughts of her alluring body, taking the chance to look over her shoulder and down her top as he pulled her close.

"So I kick up and then you spin me round?" she said, standing back up as he released her.

"Yeah that's basically it, I spin you and fling you down into the mat there," he said.

"Ok sounds good, let's do it," she said, stretching out quickly again before getting ready. They resumed their positions with her striking up into him and got set. He took the lead and pulled her into him as he swept around her, grabbing hold over her arm and onto her body again before he pulled her back off her feet. His strength was effortless as he pulled her up and easily held her, giving a chance for Jordana to kick her legs out like the script asked for, practicing the move before he turned to carefully spin her around towards the mat. Carefully making sure they missed the boxes, not wanting to rebuild the temporary set, he twisted around then mocked throwing her down, keeping the lightweight actress easily in his arms.

"Like that," he said, setting her back onto her feet.

"Easy," she said.

"Then let's do it for real," he replied.

"Let's go," she said and reset her position. He moved behind her again ready and they went to it, the energy suddenly so much higher as he swept her from her feet and spun her round to chuck her down onto the thick matting. It all caught her off guard somehow and she barely managed to kick up as he manhandled her somewhat awkwardly round onto the mat, their positions wrong.

"Sorry, I completely screwed that up," she said as he helped her up.

"It's why we practice," he said, pulling her back to her feet and resetting again. Truth was she'd got momentarily distracted by the feel of him close behind her, about to manhandle and dominate her and she just let herself shiver at that thought. Despite the messed up stunt attempt, when he'd lifted and spun her round, casting her so casually down onto the mat she'd shuddered to herself, thankfully unseen, as a tremble had gone through her body, her wetness increasing with a tingle into her panties. They reset once more and she took a breath, steeling herself to focus this time; the move went much better as she was hoisted up, kicking out far better, trying to let it be natural and just happen before he spun her quickly and hurled her down onto the mat again.

"Much better," he said, helping her up again. They got in position and did it again, and again, taking multiple goes at it to tweak little bits each time. She tumbled into the mat every time with more energy, more ferocity as their pace built up, getting to the kind of energy the director would want to see in the real take. Her nipples strained against the cotton of the shirt as it rubbed over her, arousal not diminished by her focus, loving his hands on her, how close he was to her. More than once his aim was a little off, his hand pawing up over her unsupported chest before he threw her down, his rough grip on her breasts only serving to excite her more.

The jiggle of her tits didn't pass him by and took the chance to ogle her as she tumbled onto the mat, bouncing delightfully as she rolled onto her back. Her shirt rode up to expose her toned tummy and just tease at her perky boobs, almost letting him see them before she pulled it back down again though she didn't do it as fast as she might. Jordana was loving the way he was looking at her, seeing him taking in her delectable body, drinking in her tummy as her shirt flew up and taking more than an accidental squeeze of her breast when he grabbed her now. She couldn't take any more teasing and accidental touches, she wanted him to make a move if he was going to and with that, as he spun her around for the throw once more she grabbed hold of him so as he let go to hurl her down onto the crash mat her momentum simply pulled him with her.

"Whoa!" was all he managed as he was caught off guard by her, his strength not helping given the unexpected moment as she pulled him down with her weight and the energy he'd thrown her down with, the architect of his own downfall. Jordana landed on her back on the thick matting with a thump as he crashed down on top of her, managing to brace himself over her on his elbows to prevent him completely crushing her.

"Sorry," he murmured, looking down into her pretty brown eyes.

"No problem," she replied with a smile, both of them knowing she'd dragged him down deliberately. He could feel the warmth of her beneath him, body rising and falling with her breath as she bit her lip, the moment tense, tight, filled with anticipation.

It broke, punctured in an instant as he leaned down decisively and kissed her, his lips pressed firmly to hers to send a tingle of excitement through her as he finally made the move she wanted him to. She responded and pushed her arms up around him, pulling him close and making his heart soar with intensity as she finally gave him what he'd always wanted. Their tongues met as their kiss became deeper, more soulful, entwining deeply as she opened her legs to let him slide properly between them and press against her. She could immediately feel his erection, his cock rock hard in his trousers now as he pinned her down on the mat to make out with her, just grinding against her ever so slightly.

"Fuck," he murmured as they broke apart, Jordana dropping her head back onto the mat and giving a sigh, satisfaction and arousal washing over her, feeling so wet as he pushed against her that she simply wished her jeans weren't in the way.

"Yeah," she breathed dreamily, unsure what to say as he kissed down her neck, tickling her a little as his lips covered her tan skin onto her shoulder. They didn't need words though as their bubbling chemistry did the rest, his lips leading a trail down her body to her thin top and pointed nipples, kissing over her breasts and teasing at the tips through the cotton as she murmured in pleasure, shifting underneath him on the mat as he carefully moved down her body over her tummy to kiss delicately at the beautifully toned figure of the Panamanian actress. She held her breath for a moment as he pushed her blue top up, exposing her stomach as he slid it back to her perky breasts, the humble mounds just restraining the cotton as he slid it back.

She almost stopped him, suddenly hit with a moment of conscience that this wasn't the right thing to do, but she knew it was, that he'd wanted her for years and truth be told she'd wanted him as well, loving his attentions though she hadn't been able to do anything about it due to the ring on her finger. Now they were free to indulge and she lay back to let him have at her, to take everything he wanted from her, all he'd wanted for years, to ravage her completely and bring them both the pleasure they'd yearned for. His kisses landed softly, teasing and tempting, promising, across her strong tummy before he pushed her top up completely to reveal her firm breasts and expose her achingly hard nipples to the air.

"Oh god," Jordana groaned as he immediately attached himself to her nipple, sliding up and closing his lips over one, sucking firmly as his tongue attacked it briskly, his hand squeezing her other breast and letting his fingertips circle her stiff nipple in unison. His hand took in the taper of her waist as he kissed at her chest, massaging her with his lips before he took her stiff point between his front teeth gently to just give a carefully judged pull of his teeth on her sensitive nipple as she groaned.

"Don't make me beg," she groaned, unabashedly letting him know what she wanted even though he knew, feeling her pushing against him as he lay on top of her. He wanted it as well, his cock rock hard, but he wanted to make sure she'd never forget it. He didn't make her beg but he did take her time, kissing and squeezing at her firm chest, teasing her nipples with his tongue and pulling his hands down her sides. He paused to slide up and kiss her again, hard and intense now, their passions taking over as their tongues battled hungrily, pulling away as Jordana bit his lower lip and pulled it away for a moment before he slid downwards. His kissed over her tummy again, taking his time moving over her as she pushed her hips up to make it clear what she wanted, pussy so wet he would slide straight in if he wanted to.

"Ohh don't tease me, please," she whispered, the tone cutting the silence around them like a knife, though she knew he was going to make her wait. His made his way to her waistband, fingers already hooked into the belt loops of her jeans to pull them down against the button, digging into the flair of her hips as he pulled them away from her body and kissed along the waistband of her panties. They didn't match her bra, she'd hardly been planning for this when she got dressed that morning, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't as he planted his lips along them, pushing them lower to tease towards her mound. She held back her begging as he played with her waistband before abruptly popping it open with a pull of his hand, the button giving up easily under his practiced technique, clearly knowing exactly what he was doing with her as he pulled the jeans open.

Jordana didn't speak, her hard, fast breaths doing all the talking she needed to as he took his time in pulling the zip of her trousers down, taking a moment to let the tension build on the zipper before it slid down with a sound that seemed to tear the air, the metallic teeth of her cracking and catching as he undid her trousers to reveal her simple but sexy dark grey panties, satin but with a hint of lace around them, hugging her feminine curves perfectly.

"Damn these are nice," he murmured as he pulled her jeans down, Jordana pushing her ass up off the mat to let him ease them down off her hips and reveal her fully.

"Taking them off's even nicer," she breathed, head back, eyes closed, encouraging him to go further. He fully intended to but took just a moment to take in her smooth, perfectly styled body, her beautifully toned legs as he tugged her tight jeans down towards her knees to expose her. She trembled slightly in anticipation and arousal as he pushed her trousers down to give him complete access to her, hands slipping warmly over her thighs as his fingers pushed up under the waistband of the grey satin underwear. They hooked in and effortlessly drew the clinging fabric down, the elastic stretching and pulling away to reveal her sweet pussy with her strip of neatly shaven pubic hair, a landing strip of dark hair to lead him perfectly between her lips.

"Gorgeous," he murmured as he revealed her, her panties just holding on for a moment before peeling away from her lips and sliding down her legs to join her denim. She shivered with nerves as he revealed her to him but was quickly overcome as he kissed at the inside of her thigh, his warm touch feeling like a lightning bolt as he touched her, his lips working over her in a series of soft, teasing kisses as he worked his way upwards towards her aching pussy. She wanted to beg him to stop teasing and just touch her, having not had her pussy eaten in far too long but she didn't, not wanting to risk him making her wait even longer. Jordana was thankful when he planted a kiss straight on her clit, sending a tremble through her, the sweet, illicit tingle spreading through her body as he finally touched her most delicate treasure.

"Oh yeah," she mumbled, unable to stop her stuttering groan of pleasure, feeling him smile before he pulled down and then back up her slick entrance, tip of his tongue expertly splitting her lips to tease her and then bump over her clit, easily pushing up underneath her soft hood before he dragged into her trimmed pubic hair as she shook more intensely. She knew he was going to make her wait for this and laid back into the mat to let it happen, relaxing some of the tension she'd been holding without realising, feeling her muscles unwind as she did so. Pushing her hips up a little more into him rewarded her with another lingering drag of his tongue over her clit to make her mumble, heart pumping hard as she controlled her breaths, broken only by hard rasps of pleasure as he stimulated her.

"Fuck, that's it," she breathed, eyes squeezing shut and shaking as her fingernails dug into the mat, his tongue finally being applied properly right where she wanted it, flicking up and down over her most sensitive button, the tip just playing her perfectly, not too hard, not too fast, just right to build up her excitement. Maybe it was just that she was so horny and lost to the ecstasy of it, but he was hitting the spot for her and it made the actress wonder if it was a mistake to refuse his advances for so long. That thought quickly washed from her mind however as she tingled with the pleasure he brought her, figuring he was there now and doing a great job, his tongue stepping up in speed and intensity, moving from flicking over her nub to circling it carefully but firmly, his technique spot on and only serving to make her wetter.

Her gasps told the story as he went down on her, his tongue skilful and right on the money, holding her hips with his hands to keep the slender actress still as she writhed in pleasure, head laid back into the matting as she grunted and groaned. His tongue danced around, applying all his skill as he ate her pussy, loving how wet she was, her lips engorged and so ready, dripping wet ready for him to slide his cock inside. He was as hard as he'd ever been, finally getting his hands on Jordana after wanting her for so many years; his cock ached in his trousers, throbbing with his heartbeat as he yearned to simply pull it out and bury it inside the Panamanian beauty who he'd wanted for so long. But he wasn't going to rush it, wanting to bring her absolute pleasure before he fucked her, loving the sweet taste of her pussy, her labia yielding perfectly under his tongue as he dragged it up her entrance to make her groan at a different stimulation.

Her legs tried to lift up, wanting to roll her hips back and spread her legs but she couldn't because of her jeans at half mast and him laying over her legs to work at her most intimate spot. He picked up the pace, accelerating the attack of his mouth at her, lips massaging and sucking at her soft hood, tongue thrashing busily beneath it, working up and down and side to side, throwing in circling motions around her stiff button, tingling and stimulating the thousands of nerve endings just begging for his touch which he happily applied. Soon he changed to just circling her, harder and faster, speeding up as he knew she was close, her breathing getting thick and heavy, hips twitching and pushing up hungrily into him in a manner that he knew meant he was doing what she liked.

"Fuck, don't stop," she whined, just begging him to continue now as he attacked with his mouth. He didn't, much to her overwhelmed delight and pressed hard, driving his aching tongue harder and faster to maximise the work at her perfect little button. She groaned and whined in pleasure, hands grabbing at the matting as he devoured her, pushing her pelvis up towards him before she gave a few strained, ascending grunts of pleasure, looking to the ceiling as sweat beaded her forehead before she exploded in a huge, shuddering, long overdue orgasm. Jordana wailed her pleasure to the huge, open studio as she came hard, almost doubling up at the sudden hit of it, the intensity biting like no orgasm before as it smashed into her soul and sent shocks through her whole body.

She tensed and writhed on the mat, falling back and arching up as she rode the climax as hard and long as possible, her fingers white as she screwed up the mat in her intense grip, back arching, her eyes rolling as she fell back in a tumble of her long hair and screamed her utter pleasure to whoever was listening. His tongue danced on her clit throughout as she rode the wave, legs pinned down beneath him as she practically squirted, her pussy so wet as another burst of juices lubricated her already slick entrance, lips so soft and wet he would easily glide inside her if he tried. She managed to last a few final seconds of utterly dominating pleasure, grinding herself against his face to accentuate it before she gave a colossal shudder and collapsed back to the mat, trying to cross her legs to trap in the completely encompassing, hyper sensitive buzz that seemed to cascade through her.

"Stop, no more," she gasped as she reached down to push him away even though he was already withdrawing, knowing when a woman had had enough. Jordana pulled her hands over herself and half rolled away as he lifted off her legs, gasping heavily in post orgasmic pleasure and exhaustion. He knelt up and wiped his hair back, looking down at the gorgeous Latina flopped back on the mat, lost in a tangle of her own locks as she gasped in recovery. He turned and sat beside her, cock throbbing rock hard in his jeans as she caught her breath, smiling at the relaxing sensations washing through her in the wake of the powerful orgasm he'd brought her.