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“Suck it. Taste yourself.” I pressed it down on her lips.

She opened her mouth obediently, sucking on my finger with desperate enthusiasm. I pulled it out, trailing it back down between her tits, over the slight curve of her stomach and gently over her clit, back to her opening.

This time I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to find where that little raised spot was, applying just enough pressure to have her buck in my arms. I started slowly, gently. She was tight, and I knew it had been a while since she’d been fucked. Her body started to tense. I bit her neck, quickening with my fingers, her juices making them slick, the sound of her arousal only making mine build.

Quicker and quicker, I fucked her with my fingers, speeding up to take her to a point where she was strung tighter than a violin. I shifted my other hand down to her clit, pinching it between my thumb and fingers. Jerrica grasped hold of the chair’s arms and she started to come, hard and noisily, my arms keeping her grounded, my hands forcing her to ride out her orgasm, her pussy and thighs slick with her wetness — probably more than she was used to.

My cock had grown harder, furiously needy and jealous of my two fingers buried deep inside Jerrica’s pussy. My balls had tightened, and before I could even pull together any self-control, my own groan was pulled from me, and I ejaculated into my trousers, my cock pinned between my stomach and Jerrica’s back.

“Fuck!”

Her hands went to my knees as her body started to relax, my fingers still in her, my other hand now over her tits, memorising the feel of her skin, the warmth of it. Everything.

“Jesse — ”

My name sounded like a prayer.

“You okay?” My orgasm finished. I had no idea if she realised I’d just come, too.

“Yes. No.”

I laughed, removing my fingers straight to her clit, ignoring the wetness in my clothes. I circled softly over her clit, the gentle touch in complete contrast to what I’d just done. “Come for me again. Be a good girl. I want another orgasm.”

She braced herself, her legs open again, almost as if she had an audience in front of her. If we did this again, I’d have a mirror there so I could watch her show, make her watch it so she could see just how fucking lovely she was.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight. I’d love to have my cock in there. I'd love to find out how it feels when you come on my cock.” I strummed a little quicker, a little harder. “Would you let me fuck your pussy?”

“Yes.” The word was long, almost a hiss.

“Such a good girl for me.”

She came with her hips bucking, her feet looping behind my calves to hold her down, curses on her tongue that another night I’d have told her off for in the best possible way.

Usually, when that had happened with another woman, I’d move them off my knee, clean myself up and leave. That was always the deal.

That wasn’t happening tonight.

I pulled her higher onto my lap, one hand on her ass, my little finger playing close to that puckered hole I was curious about — had she been touched there? Did she know how good it could make her feel?

“Are you good?”

Her eyes flickered at me. “I’ve never felt better. But I want to pay back the favour.”

My laughter was wry. “No need. You didn’t even need to touch me, but I do need to clean up.”

“You came?”

“In my pants like a teenager. How do you want me to play this now?” All the confidence I had with what I’d just done to her was flying out through the window. I had no idea what happened next.

“Clean up and get in bed, but I need you to at least try to hold me for a few minutes. Can you do that?”

I nodded. I didn’t actually know if I could, but this — she — was different. I could try. “Spoons?”

“Spoons. You’re the big spoon. Tomorrow — we see what happens. Don’t worry about it. If this is it, it was good, Jesse.”

She was giving me a way out, but I wasn’t sure I was going to take it.

I cleaned up, taking a quick shower while she did something in the bedroom, the atmosphere between us unsure and tentative. Jerrica headed into the bathroom after me, sounds of water running and the toilet flushing, the shower on for just a couple of minutes, before she came out, slipping into bed first.