Jake crawled up the bed slowly, almost catlike in his movement, showing a grace Samantha would never have expected from a man so large. He resumed kissing her neck, then collarbone, hands trailing over her body, randomly teasing or playing with her, eagerly learning what made her quiver and moan. Jake kissed his way to her breasts. Sam had once confided that she felt they were somewhat small, but Jake had playfully told her that "More than a handful's a waste." He took his time now, tongue lashing each nipple to hardness, each kiss of those electric lips drawing a gasp from her lips. Her body felt like a coiled wire, ready to spring at a moment's notice. Sucking firmly at each nipple for a while, Jake could tell that Samantha was ready for more. Still moving slowly, languidly, he kissed his way down her body, taking his time, crisscrossing her stomach with feather light kisses that now almost burned Samantha's skin with their intensity. Reaching the hem of her leggings, Jake took them between his teeth and began to agonizingly pull them down, taking time to rub his nose across the lacy thong she was wearing, driving a gasp from Samantha's mouth and making her back arch. Jake used his hands to pull the flimsy leggings the rest of the way off her body, and took his time teasing her, kissing up her slender, magnificent legs, licking up to her very inner thigh, then biting down gently on her hip.
Samantha couldn't tell if she was in Heaven or in Hell. Her senses were screaming at her, body more alive than it had been in years. She was wet, so wet, almost to the point of insanity. Her eyes rolled with every touch, her body tightened and relaxed with every kiss. Just as she was about to beg Jake to stop the damn foreplay, he did. It was as though he read her mind, one hand firmly cupping her thong clad pussy, heel of his hand grinding slowly against her clit. It was too much. The buildup too intense. An orgasm flashed through Samantha's brain and body, small, but more than she'd had in a long time. A long moan escaped her as Jake continued, unhurried, free hand slipping the tiny thong down her long, shapely legs, then immediately returning to her needy, wet pussy.
He slipped a single finger in, slowly, beckoning, each thrust building her up again, each time the rough pad of his finger caressed her G-spot, even as his thumb stroked her clit with the same, slow motion. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt his thumb lift off of her, to be replaced with his tongue. Samantha moaned loudly, hands shooting down to grip Jake's head, fingers running through his feathery soft hair. It was clear that Jake enjoyed what he was doing, his tongue alternating between running up and down her wet lips, up to her clit to suck it into his mouth briefly, then delivering short, sharp laps to her clit. All the while, Jake continued his insistent fingering, adding a second finger but keeping the same beckoning motion going inside her. It was the tongue that tipped Samantha over, the pleasure of her clit and g spot being played with so expertly at once causing her to cry out loudly. Jake had no intention of stopping, however, continuing to utterly devour Sam, varying his strokes, the short laps on her clit turning into long licks that ran the entire length of her. Jake's continued efforts kept Samantha's orgasm going, building in an ecstatic crescendo of pleasure.
Samantha felt his tongue recede and cried out in dismay. That's when she felt Jake's nimble tongue penetrate her, curling up to stroke her g spot just like his fingers had. Jake gripped Samantha's hips tightly, nose rubbing against her clit as he tried to push as much of his dancing tongue inside her as possible. In no time at all, Samantha felt herself having another orgasm, this one tearing through her body like wildfire, Jake's amazing tongue leaving her screaming his name to the ceiling. Her hands were wrapped tightly in his hair now, hanging on for dear life as the pleasure exploded behind her eyes, the warm, heavy weight low in her abdomen flooding her body with sensations she hadn't felt in far too long. Finally, after a minute, an hour, or maybe a year, Samantha couldn't tell, Jake pulled away, still looking at her with such heat in his eyes.
That's when she looked down, and her soft, chocolate eyes widened. Jake had been hiding a sizeable package under his typical business clothes. He wasn't making porn, to be sure, but he was thick. So very girthy, and plenty long for her liking. He also happened to be rock hard.
Samantha looked at Jake quizzically. "Were you touching yourself while you were down there?"
It was Jake's turn to blush. "No, actually. I really, REALLY enjoy making women orgasm. It gets me hard almost all the time."
Samantha couldn't help but look down again. His length was fairly average, a respectable 7 inches or so, by her guess, but that girth...even after the wonderful prep work he had done, it looked like a tight fit. She knew she wanted to find out if she was right.
Taking control, Samantha took hold of Jake by his girthy dick and gently tugged him towards the bed. This time he didn't stop her, eyes glazed with lust as he looked at the long, lean form of the beautiful woman on the bed. Then Samantha pushed him own and climbed on top of him, kissing the side of his neck hungrily, her still-wet pussy gliding along the length of him, coating him in her juices. Jake was already panting, his hands going to her hips. To his surprise, Samantha swatted them away before placing them firmly by the headboard.
"Here's the deal, Jake" she whispered in his ear before biting it, "You're going to keep your hands on that headboard, and if they leave it, even for a second, I'm going to stop until they're back. I want to thank you for what you just did for me so for now, I'm in charge." As she spoke, Samantha was grinding against him, and as if to punctuate her words, slid herself onto him. Samantha and Jake gasped at once, for entirely different reasons. Samantha moaned as the remarkably girthy dick filled her, stretching her pleasantly as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Jake's exclamation came from the vicelike grip Sam had on his dick, so warm, hot even, so wet and ready. It was his cock was sliding into a tight, velvet glove.
Once Samantha had adjusted, she really went to work. Her hips swayed like a dancer's, mesmerizing in their movement as she rode Jake with all the passion and unbridled lust of the night spilling over. Each gyration brought a moan from Jake, and twice he tried to grab her hips. True to her word, the second he attempted this, Samantha stopped moving completely, reminding Jake that he was utterly not in control. She looked at him, eyes half lidded with lust, but shining with pleasure and need nonetheless. She worked her hips expertly, rolling them over and over, swaying, bouncing, giving Jake the best ride of his life. He wanted so badly to touch her, to knead that firm ass, to hold her hips and guide her movements, but he caught himself. This was about Samantha, not him. She was completely in control, and from the way she bounced, shimmied, and rode him, she loved it as much as he had loved going own on her. Samantha's gyration become more frantic, less precise, and as she started to lean forward and grind her clit against him, Jake knew she was coming close. Samantha came spectacularly, the view from Jake's perspective amazing as she joyously threw her head back, her entire body rolling in a long, wave-like motion as she came.
She rode him gently for a few minutes more, prolonging her pleasure, before looking down at him with a smile. She realized however, that Jake hadn't finished yet. She was about to ask why when he took one hand, placed in on her back, and skillfully flipped them so he was on top of her. She let out a small squeak, and suddenly she was empty as Jake withdrew. Before she could protest, he flipped her over so she was facedown, legs on the floor. It was only a moment more before he entered her again, that full, delicious feeling washing over her again. Jake had no doubt this was going to be it. She was too hot, too sensual, too orgasmic for him to continue much longer. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust forward, slowly, but firmly. Jake knew he wouldn't last much longer, and wanted Samantha to have one more spectacular orgasm. He thrust again, starting to pick up the pace; hand occasionally leaving Samantha's hip to deliver a playful swat on her toned, sculpted rear.
Sam jumped at first, but realized it hadn't hurt, not really, and in fact made her own body push back against him faster. Jake drove harder now, his thrusts strong, dominant, unyielding. This was the exact opposite of Samantha being in control, and in this position, she loved it. Jake's strength, his need, all pouring into her as she was filled again and again, each thrust grinding her clit against the sheets. There was something building quickly inside her, something so powerful that Samantha couldn't wait for it to arrive. Fortunately, it was mere moments before the bomb went off behind her eyes and she erupted into the most powerful orgasm of her life, almost painful in its intensity, as Jake tried to drive further, he found he couldn't. Samantha was clamping down so tightly around him he couldn't thrust anymore, and it was too much for him. Jake came, hard, jets of white hot cum shooting inside of Samantha, the feeling so strong it triggered a small aftershock orgasm as she was filled even more than before. It was exhilarating, breathtaking, and intense. The lovers separated, gasping for breath, small spasms wracking both of their bodies as they came down for the final time that night. Once she caught her breath, Samantha rolled onto her side, giving Jake that wonderful view once again, and simply said "Thank you."
Jake blushed, and then smirked, looking her dead in the eyes before he spoke.
"Hey, what are friends for?"
THE END
