“Promise me I can suck this cock of yours properly before we're done tonight?”
By dipping her head down again and taking me in her mouth once more, she doesn't give me time to reply or ask the many questions that rush in, which is just as well because I don't even think they're questions for her. They're questions I need to answer, because in my mind, we are so far from “done” - not tonight and not tomorrow - although I have no clue what that means.
“Yes,” I finally reply as that tongue of hers is tickling the underside of my cock.
“Good,” she says when her mouth is off me. And then with considerable concentrated effort, she rolls the condom onto me. Seconds later, her legs are astride me and her hips are raised above mine.
“Jenna,” I start, because now her tongue has stopped serving up slices of heaven, I can think a little clearer, and I want to tell her that there's a hundred things I want to do with her before tonight is over, but she seems to take my saying her name as an invitation because with her hand still on the base of me, and my hands sliding up her thighs, she moves to get herself lined up with my tip and in a single breath, she sinks down and takes all of me into the warm slick heat of her.
“God, that’s the fucking best,” I say and it's the truth. I almost want to hold her down like this, stay sunken inside her, but Jenna has other ideas. She rises just to sink down again, stretching her legs out so I slide in deeper. Giving me a contented look, she does it again and again and again.
As I watch her, feel her, out of nowhere a realisation hits me. This is what it was like with Arnie. Eye contact, dreamy smiles, sparkling eyes, and breaths we can't keep hold of. I am here in body and mind, nowhere else, and so is she. This is why it's so fucking good.
“Marty, I want to ride you until it hurts,” she gasps out and I react by gripping her hips, tight.
“Yes, Jenna.”
Jenna starts to move quicker. Rising and falling, she strokes me, she rides me, she fucks me. Then a few minutes later, when her breathing is hurried and rough, she shifts forward and rocks back and forth. Then she pushes up on herhands and does this combination of both that almost finishes me, not least because I get to watch her breasts swing right in front of my eyes. When she sits back again moments later she opens her eyes and looks at me like she is thinking about doing something else.
“Do what makes you feel good,” I say.
“I believe I've had exactly two more orgasms than you,” she replies, and her hands are on her hair again, pulling at it in a way I suspect adds something to sex, one of her things.
I want to know all her things.
“I am but a mere penis owner. I could and would never compete with someone who has a mighty clitoris. Come as much as you want. Come as much as you can. I want all your orgasms.”
“I want you to come,” she says but I see she can’t stop herself from rocking on top of me again.
“I want you to come again, and I will bet you fifty fucking Euros it will make me come too.” I move her hips faster, digging my fingertips into her as hard as I hope I can without hurting her. She arches her eyebrow for a moment, as if questioning or challenging me, but then she leans back and it's like I hit something inside her that makes the challenge just melt away as she grinds in earnest against me. Her hand comes down to join us and I can feel her rubbing at her clit in a way that makes me want to yell out because it’s so hot, but instead, I lift my head off the pillow and kiss her neck.
“Come for me, Jenna,” I say, and she nods and doesn't stop nodding although it slows while her finger picks up pace and she starts to moan and gasp. Somehow managing to hold her body up, parallel from mine, she reaches back with her other hand and her fingers graze my balls and along my perineum and it sends new jolts of tingling pleasure up my dick. Her hand stays there, searching me, playing with me, until she throws her head back and I watch her mouth make that same circle it did earlier and then she slams her hips back in five short and sharp movements that ride my dick so hard it almost hurts.
“Oh, fuck,” she says. She sounds breathless, shattered. She brings her hand up to my side to hold herself up.
“Stay exactly where you are,” I say into her ear, and I grip her butt, holding her as I thrust up and into her hard and fast and desperate until I too am orgasming everything I have into her.
As the pleasure washes over me I feel the very things I chased for months in the Balearic Islands. I feel the undiluted bliss, the briefest but deepest seconds of peace, and I exhale as my body completely surrenders to an overpowering physical pleasure that seems to warm my bones. It reminds me why I chased it so hard, so desperately, but what I also realise, as my orgasm subsides and heart rate starts to slow, is that I never got it. It was never like this. I already know the thrill of this high will stay with me one hundred times longer than it did with those brief encounters. Even though I used to pursue it like it was oxygen, I never actually got it and so I think I forgot how good sex could be. Or maybe I was actively trying to forget. Maybe by not caring who it was, where it was, how it was, I was actually trying to obliterate the memory of how good sex can be.
But now I remember. Now I know exactly how good it can be. And I have no idea how I feel about it.
Chapter Twenty
Jenna
Fuck, I've missed good sex.
I've missed feeling like my insides are on fire. I've missed feeling this full and satiated. I have a sudden urge to thank Marty for how I feel, but as I open my eyes to look down at him, I see his eyes are still closed, his breath still shallow, and there's a slight frown on his forehead.
“Are you okay, Marty? Was it good for you?” I ask in a quiet voice, suddenly panicked it was all very one-sided.
His eyes pop open.
“Good? Good!?” His frown disappears as his dimples emerge. “I just saw stars and comets and planets and green little aliens on those planets high-fiving each other because of how good that was.”
I collapse on him and bury my laughter, and my relief, in the few hairs he has in the middle of his chest. His arms come around my body and hold me there.
“So good,” I say, and it feels like I'm revealing too much but also not using words that are close to adequate.
