Then her mouth was on his, pressing softly. The heat of her lips invaded his senses, their softness his undoing. He wrapped his arms around her to pull her close, and his lips parted. His tongue (thank god, finally!) dragged along her lower lip, and her mouth opened to him. Sam plunged his tongue into her mouth, thrusting in and out in such a blatant mimicry of sex that had Jenny moaning.
Her hands wandered over his body; up his shirt to run her fingers from the thickness of his chest hair down to the button of his jeans. She cupped him through the rough fabric, feeling the rigidness of his erection pressing firmly against the restraints of the pants. Rubbing her hand up and down, she caught the rhythm of his tongue fucking her mouth with her clever hands.
What restraint he might have had was broken by her brazenness. He pushed her against the front door, and caught her hands together with one of his larger hands and raised them above her head. Jenny arched her back, thrusting her large breasts out for his attention. With his free hand, he ripped her blouse from neck to hem. Buttons and scattered around the room, and the ruined, black silk shirt gaped open two large orbs encased in black satin and lace.
"Aww, Sam," Jenny moaned, "That was my favorite shirt!"
Sam barked out a slightly maniacal laugh, "Be glad your bra opens from the front, otherwise it would have suffered the same fate." And with that, he unhooked the front clasp, and bared her breasts to his pleasure. Despite their fullness, they were high and perky, with nipples that were small and puckered hard from arousal. Sam drew one into his mouth and laved his tongue across it, eliciting a deep groan from Jenny.
For a while, he played -- his tongue licking, his teeth plucking, his fingers twisting -- until Jenny was twisting and thrashing about. Then he picked her up and carried her to the couch. They sat, her straddling his lap, and Jenny took the advantage of grinding her sex-starved body down upon his throbbing cock. Rocking back and forth, she rubbed herself against him until Sam could take it no more.
Blindly, he swiped at the game board that still sat on the coffee table. Game pieces and cards flew through the air, leaving the surface clear but for the board. Sam lifted Jenny from his lap and dumped her on top of the table. Wrestling together, they managed to pry the tiny shorts from her legs, leaving a skimpy black lace thong to adorn her. Sam sat back for a moment to admire her body -- so utterly perfect -- then spread her legs, and dipped down to taste her.
She was hot and dripping wet, and she tasted of the sea. The dark, woman's scent, which had been teasing and tempting him so for the past few weeks, was even more potent with the heat of her arousal. Sam immersed himself in her, his tongue lapping and sliding into each and every crevasse of her until Jenny bucked violently in her release.
Sam rose above her, pulled himself from his jeans, and plunged his hard, throbbing cock into her convulsing body. Her orgasm, almost spent, was rekindled from the sensations created by their bodies coming together. Her body contracted around him as he pounded into her again and again. The liquid silk of her enveloped him as her muscles tightened fiercely around him.
Plummeting deeply one last time, Sam came in a sudden gush of pleasure. It washed over him as he emptied himself into the most mysterious recesses of her body, and he slumped against Jenny; three weeks of erotic fantasies, finally fulfilled, left him completely spent.
