by Ava May
The small things turned Keith on and Jan loved giving him all the satisfaction she could muster, sometimes getting him off three or four times in a night. There was a wealth of power there, a give and take that she found utterly amazing. She wouldn’t have it--or him--any other way.
“How ‘bout we wait on this one, Jan,” Keith said, lightly tugging on her hair. “I need to be buried inside your pussy.”
“Oh god, please!” It was a Pavlovian reaction to be sure, but her entire body came alive at those words, her pussy moistening, her nipples tightening. Sucking his cock was amazing in and of itself, but when he combined that with the promise of a deep, hard fuck while her mouth was on him, that was all sorts of incredible.
“Then maybe later I can fuck your breasts and you can swallow.”
“I always swallow,” she told him with a wink. She loved it when he fucked her breasts, her generous tits holding him secure, his pre-cum lubricating his way. And when he got close and looked down at her, the electricity in his eyes was enough to make her come just from pleasing him.
Jan patted his cock gently and stood before leading him into the bedroom, her hand wrapped around his hot length. He loved this as much as she did, and his panting, ragged breaths tore through the hallway, and then their bedroom. She squeezed and pumped him a few times, assuring them both that he would be kept on the edge as long as possible. While slow, lazy fucks had their place, she enjoyed the faster, harder ones the most, when he slammed himself inside her and owned her every reaction. Their give and take of power was so seamless, so perfect.
So beautiful.
Jan pulled off her tee shirt and shorts, spreading herself wide on the bed. His cock bobbed as Keith yanked his jeans and shoes off, then pulled his shirt off quickly, then stood in front of her, regarding her . They were at their best in these moments, completely attuned. It was as if they’d been lovers forever, rather than this short time.
“Fuck me please, Keith. I need you.”
She had an overwhelming physical ache for him to shove his way inside her, to fuck her as she wanted to be fucked. Nobody else could compare to him, the sensations and emotions he aroused in her.
When Keith slid home, Jan cried out, her pussy walls clenching down on him. At first, she’d worried that this reaction was too painful for him, but he’d repeatedly assured her that it was okay, that he liked it as much as she did. That they were whole together and the fact that she wanted to hold him inside was a beautiful thing.
Keith started rocking, using just the right amount of forceful jabs and deep long drawn out strokes, to relentlessly careen her toward the edge. She nipped at his throat, eyes drifting over the pattern of small bruises there. She really should stop marking him, but she couldn’t resist.
“Jan, please!”
And it didn’t hurt that his neck was as sensitive as his cock.
Jan shifted, arching her back and then wrapping her legs around him so that they moved as one. They were complete. Jan didn’t need anything more than this.
“Come with me, Jan!” Keith cried out, his body shaking under her. This big, strong man was reduced to putty in her hands, while she controlled and demanded his reactions.
It was a beautiful thing and Jan didn’t need anything more.
Okay, maybe she did need just a little more. More sex, more love. More Keith.
The love of her life.
THE END
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