In Summertime Saga

Saturday night and the house was dark and I was on my bed reading a paperback I'd found in the attic when my door opened and Jenny walked in.

She closed the door behind her and stood there with her back against it. Oversized t-shirt that ended mid-thigh, no bra underneath, nipples visible through the fabric, and her hair was down and her feet were bare on the carpet and she looked like she'd been lying in her own bed for an hour trying not to come here.

"We need to talk about what happened."

I set the book on the nightstand. "Okay."

She came over and sat on the edge of my bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. She smelled like coconut shampoo and she'd washed her face and she was just Jenny sitting on my bed in a t-shirt with her jaw set.

"You can't just do that. Do what you did. And then walk away. Twice."

"Can't I?"

She shoved my shoulder. Hard enough to rock me back against the headboard. "No. You can't. You made me come and then you just stood up and walked out of the room like you were leaving a fucking meeting. And then yesterday you acted like nothing happened. You sat at the kitchen table and ate cereal and didn't look at me once. Who does that?"

I caught her wrist. Wrapped my fingers around it and held it and her pulse was going fast under my thumb. Rabbit-fast. She looked down at my hand on her wrist and then up at me and her lips parted and the anger was still on her face but it was losing ground.

"You've been thinking about this," I said.

"So have you."

She was right. I had. Two days of thinking about her fist in her mouth and the sound she'd made when she came and how wet she'd been through the fabric and the pillow hitting the door after I left. I'd walked away three times because I wanted her to do exactly what she was doing right now.

"Then I won't walk away this time."

I pulled her wrist and she came forward, off balance, and I caught her with my other hand on her hip and she climbed into my lap with her knees on either side of me and kissed me. Her mouth was warm and open and she kissed aggressive and impatient, her hands in my hair and her tongue against mine. She tasted like mint toothpaste. She'd brushed her teeth before coming here. She'd planned this.

I kissed her back. My hand went from her hip to the small of her back under the t-shirt and her skin was warm and smooth and she pressed into me and my cock was getting hard against her inner thigh and she felt it and her hips shifted forward, grinding down.

"Off," she said against my mouth, pulling at the hem of her shirt.

"I'll do it."

I grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head and dropped it on the floor and she was naked from the waist up. Full breasts, heavy, nipples hard in the cool air of the room. My hands hadn't been on them until now and she sucked in a breath when my thumb brushed her left nipple.

I pushed her onto her back. She went, her dark hair across my pillow, and I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. Her eyes widened and then narrowed and she pulled against the hold and I didn't let go and she growled in her throat.

"Let me touch you."

"No."

"Arthur."

"No."

I kissed her neck. The side, below her ear, where her pulse was hammering. Her skin was warm against my lips and she smelled like coconut and underneath it like sleep. I kissed down to her collarbone. Took my time. She was squirming under me, trying to free her wrists, her hips lifting off the bed and dropping. I kissed between her breasts and then took her right nipple into my mouth and her back arched off the mattress and her wrists twisted in my grip.

"Fuck- fuck, that's-"

I sucked gently and flicked the tip with my tongue and she was breathing hard now, her chest rising against my mouth. I bit down, just enough, and her whole body flinched and her nails dug into her own palms because she couldn't reach me. I moved to the other one. Slower. My breath on the wet skin of the first nipple and she shivered and I took the second one between my lips and sucked and her head dropped back on the pillow and she was breathing through her mouth, fast, and her thighs clenched around my hip and she was grinding against my leg.

My cock was aching. She could feel it against her thigh and she kept pressing into it and every time she did my hips pushed back and this was going to go sideways if I didn't move things along.

I kissed lower. Down her stomach, which was flat and tense, the muscles jumping under my lips. She figured out where I was going and stopped fighting the wrists and went still.

"Oh god."

"Quiet. Debbie's in the next room."

"Then don't-" She bit her lip. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down and she lifted her hips to help and the cotton was soaked through, dark with it, and I dropped them on the floor with her shirt.

I let go of her wrists. Put both hands on her thighs and spread her open and she was wet and swollen and flushed, her clit visible and her pussy glistening in the low light from my desk lamp. She was looking down at me between her legs and her face was red and her chest was heaving.

I put my mouth on her.

Her whole body jerked. Her hand grabbed the back of my head, fingers twisting into my hair, pulling me into her. I licked up from the bottom, slow, flat tongue, tasting her, and the taste was sharp and salt and warm and nothing like anyone else. I found her clit with the tip of my tongue and circled it and her thighs clamped around my ears.

"Right- right there- don't-"

I stayed on it. Slow circles, steady pressure, my hands on her hips holding her down because she was grinding up into my face. Her taste was getting stronger, wetter, the slick spreading on my chin and my lips. I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked and her hand in my hair pulled hard enough to hurt and her hips bucked against my mouth and she was loud in the quiet house.

"Ah- ah fuck- ah-"

I kept going. Tongue on her clit, firm and circling, and I slid two fingers inside her and she was hot and tight and clenching and I curled them up and her thighs shook against my ears and her breathing went short and choppy. The wet sounds of my mouth and my fingers filled the room, slick and obscene, and she was loud. Getting louder. Her other hand found the headboard and gripped it and her stomach was tight and shaking and she was pulling my face into her and grinding against my tongue.

I felt it in her fingers. The nails digging into my scalp, harder, the grip tightening past what she'd been doing before. I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and sucked and pushed my fingers deeper and she held her breath and her whole body went rigid.

She came. Her back arched off the bed and her thighs locked around my head and she shoved her fist into her mouth and the moan came through anyway, thick and raw through her knuckles, and she was pulsing around my fingers in waves, squeezing, and her hips were jerking against my face and her legs were shaking. I kept my mouth on her, lighter, slower, riding it down, and she was still clenching and tears were at the corners of her closed eyes and she reached down and pushed at my head.

"Stop- stop, I can't- too much-"

I pulled back. Kissed her inner thigh. Wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked up at her.

Jenny was wrecked. Hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, chest heaving, flush from her collarbones to her cheeks. Her hand was still over her mouth and she was staring at the ceiling and breathing like she'd sprinted up the stairs.

I crawled back up over her. She grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down and I helped and kicked them off the end of the bed and she wrapped her hand around my cock and her fingers were shaking and her eyes went wide.

"Fuck."

I grinned. "Thanks."

"Shut up." Her hand moved on me, stroking, her grip firm and her thumb running over the head and I dropped my forehead against her shoulder and let my breath out through my teeth. My cock was throbbing in her hand. She was staring at her own hand on me, mouth open, pupils blown. Her grip adjusted, tightened, and her thumb found the underside and pressed and my hips pushed forward into her fist.

She looked up at me and her mouth curved.

"I want you inside me," she said.

I spotted the pill packet on her nightstand. Good.

She guided me to her entrance. The head pressed against her and she was slick from coming, hot, swollen. I pushed in slow. The first inch and the stretch and her mouth opened wider and her hand went to my arm and gripped. Deeper. She was tight despite how wet she was, the walls of her gripping on every inch, and I watched her face as I pushed all the way in. Her eyes closed. Her chin tilted up. She exhaled through her teeth and her fingers curled against my chest and I bottomed out with my hips flat against hers and her heartbeat was pulsing around my cock.

"Oh- oh fuck-"

I held still. Let her feel it. Her clenching around me in little involuntary pulses, her body adjusting, and her eyes opened and found mine and she looked at me and I looked at her and the fan was turning and the house was quiet and my cock was buried inside Jenny Cummings and neither of us was performing anything.

"Look at me," I said.

She held my gaze. I pulled back slow, the drag of her walls clinging, and pushed in again and her mouth fell open and her eyes went glassy. I started moving. Slow. Deep. Full-length strokes with my hips flush against hers at the bottom, grinding forward before pulling out. She was wet and tight and hot and every stroke the head dragged along the front wall and the squeeze at the entrance on the outstroke was followed by the easy slick heat when I pushed back in. Her nails were in my biceps, pressing half-moons into the muscle.

Her breasts rocked with each stroke. The bed was creaking. Her mouth was open and she was making small high sounds every time I pushed in, "nn- ah- nn-" rhythmic with my hips. The wet sounds filled the gaps between her voice. I kissed her and she bit my lower lip and pulled and I tasted blood and her legs came up tighter around me.

"Faster," she said into my mouth.

I went faster. Shorter strokes, harder, and the bed started hitting the wall with a dull rhythmic thud and I reached up and grabbed the headboard to brace and the angle changed and she gasped and her nails raked down my shoulder.

"There- right there- don't stop don't stop don't-"

I kept the angle. Kept the pace. Her thighs were clamping tighter around me with every stroke and her whole body was tensing under me, the flush spreading down her chest, and she was clenching around me harder and my own orgasm was building in my legs and my stomach. Her eyes were open and she was looking at me and her face was breaking apart, mouth open, eyes wet.

Her nails dug in. Hard. The skin breaking.

She came. Clenched around me so tight I almost couldn't move and her mouth opened and the sound came, loud, too loud for the house, and I clamped my hand over her mouth and she bit my palm and her teeth and her pussy gripping me and her body arching under mine and her legs locked around me pulling me deeper and I couldn't hold it.

Came inside her. Hard. Deep. Hips jerking forward and her clenching pulling it out of me in pulses and I buried my face in her neck and the sound I made was low and rough against her skin. She made a small sound against my palm and her hips rocked up into mine one last time and then we both stopped.

I collapsed. Half on her, half on the mattress. Face in her hair. Breathing hard. Her chest against mine, both of us heaving, both of us slick with sweat. The room smelled like sex and coconut shampoo and the candle Jenny had lit in her room was probably still burning down the hall. Neither of us moved for a while.

Jenny's fingers traced lazy circles on the back of my neck. Her legs were still loosely around me. I was still inside her, softening, and the warmth was leaking between us. The house was quiet. The fan was turning. If Debbie had heard anything she wasn't making it known.

"Holy shit," Jenny said to the ceiling.

I lifted my head. Looked at her. Hair destroyed, face bare, lips swollen, eyes glassy. She looked at me and the Sluttygram face was off and the business brain was off and she was just Jenny.

She turned her head on the pillow.

"Again."