What Friends Are For(8)

He moved over her and braced one hand on the bed, lifting the other to trace over her nipples.

“I’ve always loved your breasts. So perfect.”

“They’re just average.”

“There’s nothing average about you.”

Then he dipped his head and licked over her. He let his body cover hers, his head aligned with her chest, his hard abdomen pressing against her pussy. He used his hands to plump and shape her breasts while his mouth moved back and forth between them, kissing and licking over the mounds and nipples. Finally he took one nipple between his lips and sucked greedily on it. Hard pulls that had her rubbing her pussy up against his stomach.

“Jonas,” she moaned.

He slowly let her nipple slip free and his lips moved up and then over her shoulder before tracing a wet path up her neck. She felt his hand slide down between them and then the head of his cock was at her opening, nudging for entrance. She lifted her knees, bracing her feet against the mattress and pressed up into him.

He sank a little ways inside and they both groaned. His hands gripped her hips, holding her while he thrust hard and filled her with his cock. Perfect, as if he were made for her body. She fit him like a glove and she flexed and squeezed around him, letting him feel how perfect they were together.

“Fuck,” he moaned and began pumping inside her.

She could tell he was trying to take it slow but she wanted none of that. She wanted it hard and fast and now. She grabbed his shoulders and urged him on. Her hips lifted to meet every thrust and she gripped him as he pulled back. Then he stopped.

He shifted to his knees between her sprawled thighs and lifted her legs high in front of him until her feet rested on his shoulders. Holding on to her calves he thrust into her again. Slow and easy, as if he were testing to see if she could handle him in this position. She could. She used his shoulders to brace herself as she lifted her hips into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

She could see the sweat on him. The sheen of it on his chest and arms, felt sweat coat her skin as well. For her there was nothing better than hot, sweaty sex. She loved the smells, the sensation of taking a man’s cock inside her. She loved every position, every facet and, honestly, there was little she hadn’t tried. But for some reason, this was different. Sex was different with Jonas. Somehow it was better, more intense.

He pulled free again and damn it, she had been really close.

“Roll over.”

She hurried to comply. Doggy-style was one of her favorites. She loved the feel of a man behind her, coming over her, gripping her hips and driving into her again and again.

As soon as she was on her hands and knees he was behind her, thrusting his cock inside. His hands gripped her hips and held firm while he pumped. His grip kept her from moving back into him, allowing him complete control. It was just how she liked it. Feeling her orgasm approaching, she lowered her upper body to the mattress, going down onto her elbows and gripping the comforter with her hands.

Jonas seemed to enjoy the slight change in angle and with a groan he rode her harder, faster until the only sound that filled her ears was the slap of their flesh and the harsh sound of them both panting.

“I’m coming.”

“Fuck yeah,” he said and she knew he was close.

She dropped her head between her braced forearms and moaned as her release tore through her. Her pussy clenched and released around his pumping shaft, growing wetter and wetter. Her nipples were steel-hard points where they brushed against the covers. Her legs were weak and his grip was literally all that held her up.

He continued to thrust and she cried out as he kept her in the grip of her orgasm, holding her in the storm until he joined her. His cry rivaled hers and her knees left the bed as he thrust deep and filled the condom that separated them. So powerful that she could still feel his release through the thin layer of latex.

Slowly he let her knees touch the mattress again. She could feel him shuddering behind her, hear him gasping for air, and she smiled smugly. When he pulled free of her she collapsed facedown on his bed. She would be perfectly content to just stay in this position forever, or at the very least until she could feel her body again.

She had no idea where Jonas got the renewed energy but he left the bed and she followed him with her eyes as he stepped into his adjacent bathroom and removed the condom.

He tied it off and wrapped it in toilet paper before throwing it into the trash. He turned to the sink and washed his hands before shifting his hips forward and washing his cock off. He left the water running as he grabbed the hand towel and dried himself. She watched him wet a washcloth and then he turned the water off, and grabbing the hand towel with his other hand, moved back toward his bed and her.