JR by HP

massaged her flat stomach with featherlight touches, then slid his hand lower until he brushed her smooth, fresh-shaven mound. Her hips thrust upward in an instinctive arc. With his other hand, Kurt rubbed the head of the vibrator against her lips. She opened her mouth, taking it inside with hungry sucks. He remembered the feel of her lips, hot and insistent on his rigid flesh. He closed his eyes, giving himself a silent count of ten to calm down.
    Then he withdrew the toy from her mouth and shifted his attention to her warm, wet folds. Her arousal coated her now smooth labia, making them shine when her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed in rhythmic pulses as though riding an imaginary lover. She wouldn’t last long. Overwhelmed by her display of passion, especially considering their work in the lab earlier, he rubbed his palm over her hard nipples, before placing the vibrator against her clenching entrance.
    “Please,” she begged. “Now.” With her eyes closed, he imagined the world around her retreated until everything but the pressure building in her core faded. Thrusting, he buried the dainty instrument inside her, turning it on high with a twist of his wrist. When his fingers brushed against her swollen clit, she screamed.
    Surprised, he gaped at her instantaneous climax. He held the vibrator inside her pussy as she came so hard her tight rings of muscle tried to force it back out.
    “Kurt!” He stared, in awe of her intense reaction, until it faded. Then she drifted off into unconsciousness, her whole body going limp.

    Kurt’s chest heaved with the breath sawing in and out of his lungs. When he slid the vibrator from the grasp of her still-clutching pussy, he couldn’t resist bringing it to his mouth to clean the taste of her from it. He’d never been with someone who climaxed with a single touch. She slept—or had passed out—so he stood but he couldn’t force himself to leave. His feet rooted to the floor while his gaze refused to stray from the amazing woman in front of him.
    He peered down at her resting against the now rumpled sheets, hair strewn around her face, flushed body sparkling with a fine coat of perspiration. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. While he may not be able to take her tonight, his flesh, harder than it had ever been before, demanded satisfaction.
    Releasing the fly of his slacks, he set his cock free of the confining fabric. The vibrator dropped onto the bed beside the siren. He brought one hand up to cup his balls while the other wrapped around his cock. At the first touch, his sensitized nerves jumped, eliciting a groan. He couldn’t believe he had this little control over himself. It was as though he were sixteen again.
    He couldn’t make it home like this. Instead, he began to stroke the length of his shaft. It seemed longer and harder than he could ever remember. Kurt spread the pre-come dripping down the head of his cock around in his palm, jerking himself faster. He listened to the wet, fleshy sounds as he thought of Becca. Scenes flashed through his memory. He recalled the submission and trust she’d given him when she’d allowed him to tie her to the exam table this afternoon, the way her lips had stretched around him and her eagerness to learn about the boundless passion she possessed.
    With such vivid fuel, his balls tightened in his other hand within seconds, his orgasm building. He must have moaned, because she stirred. She her lashes fluttered, then she peeked up at him through sleep-hazed eyes.
    “Are you going to come on me?” she whispered.
    He froze in mid motion. What the hell am I doing?
    But, instead of sounding horrified, she smiled her encouragement.
    “I want to feel it.” Turning towards him, she reached out, cupped the back of his thigh then tugged him closer.
    Before he realized what he intended, he knelt on the bed next to Becca. His pants fell around his knees as he touched the tip of his erection to her breasts. She cupped one