A Long Weekend pt.2

"Jake takes Erica's pleasure very seriously"

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Erica awoke in Jake’s arms and stretched out against them, her fingers curling in their chest hair.

Jake, either already awake, leaned down and kissed her forehead, before getting up and padding naked across the carpet to fix them a free coffee from the machine.

She took the chance to properly check out Jake’s body. She’d seen pictures, of course, but in their earlier need for sex hadn’t had the chance to properly look. Now here it was, fully real, and she was determined to enjoy the view.

Jake was of average height, balding on top and so they shaved their head. Their short beard was carefully trimmed and shaped and, as she had felt earlier, as baby-soft as their chest hair.

They sported two scars along their chest, faint reminders of their long-ago top surgery, though their hair covered them well.

Slanting downwards, their stomach pooched out into a large belly, similarly hirsuite, and this hair continued down into the cleft between their legs, and onwards down to their ankles.

As Jake went about their chore, their back, also hairy, moved with muscles that would be easy to miss, their thighs similarly strong. Jake was hefty, perhaps, but it covered strength few would suspect, and she felt herself getting wet all over again at the memory of what they had done to her…and the anticipation of more.

Her mind rolled back to how they had met. On an app—no surprise there. They’d matched, and begun the awkward small talk, which had led quickly to a steamy night of cybersex.

Erica recalled the way her toys had made her cum harder than seemingly ever before, as Jake typed in the words that spoke to the exact right parts of her.

And after she sent them a selfie of her, laid back on the bed, legs still stretched out, vibrator still inside, eyes glazed with post-orgasm bliss, they had sent one back, in much the same pose.

Jake’s pussy had been her first boyclit, and she couldn’t wait til it was her turn to do some of the things they’d discussed, written, and then spoken via webcam about, making each other cum over and over until Jake had begged her to let them take her away for the weekend.

Neither was sure yet if this was more than sex, but so what if it wasn’t? Both of them had already had the best orgasms of their lives. If that was all they had, it was still a lot.

They chatted idly as they drank their coffee, before Jake broke first and dipped a finger in their mug, dribbling the not-too-hot drink down her breasts, then catching her nipple in their mouth before it could drop off, and licking the trail up to her mouth.

“Still mine…” Jake growled softly.

Erica nodded. She was Jake’s. Until she said otherwise, they had her. She was savouring the things she would do when she decided to turn the tables, but for now she wanted—needed—Jake to ravish her, fuck her, and make her quiver and scream until she lost touch with anything but their flesh against hers. She was glad Jake had the forethought to ensure their weekend getaway was somewhat away from other people.

And suddenly Jake was at her feet, pulling her down onto her back and beginning to nibble at her ankles.

Slowly they made their way up, kissing and licking and biting.

When they reached her pussy they looked up at her, their blue eyes sparkling.

“Oh yes,” she nodded.

Jake moved up her body, smiling their teasing smile, “Sorry gorgeous, I didn’t hear that. You want me here?” They kissed her mouth, gently opening her lips and plunging their tongue inside, chasing her own.

She moaned, god they kissed good, but no, that wasn’t it, “No…down…”

Jake moved down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, teasing her nipples.

“Here…?”

Her first attempt at an answer got lost in a yelp of pleasure and pain and Jake bit her nipple slightly harder.

“N-no. My pussy. Jake. Lick my pussy.”

“Ohhh…” Jake chuckled and went to do as bid, hovering between her legs. “How badly do you want my tongue in your pussy?”

“Bad, Jake, please,” Erica didn’t need to play the game, she could feel Jake’s breath touching her, the softest of cold breezes, and it only made her wetter.

Jake lifted her and placed a pillow under her ass, and finally, to the sound of both of them groaning in pleasure, they began to lick between the warm, wet folds of skin.

Jake chased her moans, moving like the tide, in and out. Their tongue dipped inside her hole, fucking her as she moved her hips in time. Then they swirled it around her clit, feeling it thicken as she moved each step closer to cumming.

Erica’s pants became gasps, her groans became moans, her entire body began to tremble softly, and she ran a hand over Jake’s head, swearing and trying to force it where she wanted it.

But Jake backed off each time she tried, and Erica came down, whimpering, moving her hand away, eventually putting both arms behind her head to keep them from misbehaving.

Seeing this, Jake smiled into her, “Good…” they rumbled in their lowest voice, directly over her clit.

“Ahh!” Erica responded to that.

Jake rumbled again, adding their tongue, and sliding two fingers into her hole. They began to speak deeply, slowly, “Cum for me beautiful, let me see your cum face, let go, I know you want to but now I’m telling you…cum for me Erica!”

At the last, after the waves had crept up so high they couldn’t he denied, the orgasm broke over her.

Erica’s body shook, her legs holding Jake’s head in place, and she cried until her voice broke, calling their name, calling down every word she could find to express the wonderful, terrible, everything that Jake had just exploded inside her.

And that, she had a vague thought as she came down, shudderingly moving Jake’s face up to hers, kissing them and holding them tightly to her as tremors slowly stopped sliding through her and she sagged to the bed…that was just their mouth and fingers. They hadn’t even broken out any of his or their toys yet.

Fuck…

Jake slowly moved to the side, and brought her close, again cuddling her, warm and cosy and safe, against their chest.

They drifted off as well this time, trying to decide what to try next. After food, of course. Perhaps they could go out somewhere to eat. Who knew what fun might be had with that…

Published 3 months ago

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