When he lifted the comforter away from his body, Rachel smiled, bent her head, and let her hair fall forward as she took his cock into her mouth. His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement she needed. She slurped away at his cock, savoring the feeling in her mouth.
Minutes later, Jack’s hands found her hips, guiding her until they were aligned, head to toe in a 69. She took his cock back into her mouth and sucked in slow, hard pulls, greedy for the taste of him. The velvet-soft feel, the impossibly smooth skin stretched tight over the blunt head, the heat of it. Under her hands, his legs trembled; his hips jerked upward involuntarily, bumping the side of her jaw. He gathered himself by focusing on eating her out at the same time, but she could feel how easily she could have undone him with just a little more suction, a little sharper twist of her tongue. Power and hunger tangled in her belly, making her own cunt pulse with need.
She rocked down onto his mouth. His face was buried in her thighs, tongue lapping broad and slow at first, then faster when she pressed down harder. Every pass sent a ripple of heat through her, turning her muscles liquid. He wasn’t gentle–he sucked at her clit hard, darted his tongue inside her with a greed that made her see sparks behind her eyes. She felt herself melt, drip onto his face, soaking him. In the old days she’d have blushed at that, but now she wanted him covered in her.
His hands gripped her ass cheeks hard enough to bruise. She liked the sharp possessiveness of it, the way Jack’s palms flattened and kneaded, as if he could shape this moment and hold it. Her hips rolled, slow and then faster, chasing the pressure of his tongue, the pull of his lips, the friction that now seemed absolutely necessary. She dug her fingernails into his thigh and heard a muffled moan shudder up his chest, the sound vibrating against her clit.
Rachel lost her rhythm. Everything inside her narrowed to a clenching, jaw-locked focus on the way Jack sucked at her, the way his tongue fluttered and then held perfectly still so every trembling aftershock of her orgasm played out against him. She felt the world go white and hot, felt herself buck, lose balance, catch herself on the headboard with a grunt. She let it burn through her, as many times as it wanted, until her body said enough. She slumped to the side, boneless and trembling.
Jack’s cock still stood, hard and proud, leaking precum and spit onto his stomach. Rachel laid back and Jack, wanting more, crawled up between her thighs. She barely had time to catch her breath before Jack was between her thighs again, his cock nudging against her pussy entrance, slick and insistent. He pushed inside with one slow, deliberate thrust that made her gasp, her still-sensitive flesh yielding to him, stretching around his thick cock as he filled her completely.
He leaned in and tongue kissed her as they found a rhythm between their bodies. She wrapped her legs around his hips. She still trembled from the last orgasm, but her body wanted more. Jack’s first thrust was deep, careful, the start of a slow, hip rolling grind. She felt his body tense above hers, like he was barely holding back. God, she loved that: knowing he might lose control at any second. His hands bracketed her face. He kissed her hard, then gentle, then hard again, a pulse only he could set. She met every push with her own, wanting the friction, for the thick, perfect stretch of him inside her.