Jennifer woke, the moment lost between dream and the warmth of the blankets cocoon. She lay on her side, the last vestiges of her dream, a dream of Luke's arms around her, caressing her, kissing her neck segueing to...
She took a deep, slow breath, eyes closed, Luke's lips dancing feather light over the nape of her neck, his hand cupping her breast while his fingertips barely applied any pressure while he pinched and rolled her nipple.
Jennifer could feel his chest pressed against her back, his body molded to hers as he spooned her, could feel his hard length pressed between their naked bodies against her lower back.
A warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets they were both wrapped tightly within filled her, Jennifer biting her lower lip without ever making a sound, Luke's tongue gliding over an earlobe, his fingertips still ever so softly teasing her nipple.
Still she just lay in bed, savoring the feel of Luke's body pressed against hers, skin to skin, the only outward sign that she was even awake her slow, deep, even breathing.
Luke returned to the nape of her neck, his breath tickling the fine hairs of her skin, Jennifer suppressing a moan every time she felt his lips brush against her skin. He began to move his hips, just as softly as his fingertips still teasing her nipple, his dick moving, gliding against her skin lubricated with his excitement.
Jennifer tilted her head, still without opening her eyes. Luke taking advantage to place more kisses on her neck and moving to the soft, sensitive skin below her jaw. She had to bite her lip a bit harder to keep from moaning, Luke's fingertips pinching harder, not only rolling her aching nipple between but beginning to pull and stretch.
Free use.
Jennifer hated and despised those types of videos and scenarios in porn. The degradation of a woman to a piece of meat to be used by a man for his pleasure.
But she also admitted... loved that she was very much free use for Luke. It had nothing to do with what she thought of as abusive, of using women as a living, breathing fleshlight, and everything to do with giving herself to someone she loved.
Taking pleasure in giving him as much pleasure as he gave her.
Luke's hand let go of her breast, his palm flat against her skin as he slowly moved it down to her lower stomach. His hand pressed into her stomach, pulling her against him while he massaged her skin, every small circle moving just a little lower. Luke's hips continued to rock, his length continuing to glide up and down against her lower back pressed between them, and still she kept her eyes closed.
It was harder to stay silent, harder to suppress a soft moan of pleasure when Luke's fingertips reached the swell of her mound. There was no rush, no demand. They had all day to play, to enjoy the pleasures they could give each other. There was only Luke's slow, gentle touch, the firm pressure of his hand pressing down while he continued to softly kiss her neck.