When George no longer felt like a sweaty, trembling, pleasure-sodden ragdoll, she'd pushed Jack onto his back again and thrown a leg over him. She grabbed his wrists and leaned her weight on them to hold him still.
Straddling Jack, all their hands occupied, she teased him contentedly for some time with only the movement of her hips. When Jack began to struggle, she slid down over him and began riding him in earnest. His climax was a glorious thing to behold.
* * *
George lay on her side, head propped in one hand, idling caressing Jack. He mirrored her position as they idly chatted about...all sorts of things. At least until George bit her lip and hissed when he slid a finger into her; she could tell that Jack was ready again too. Then they were joined at the hips (again) and off to the races.
* * *
George resisted when Jack tugged at her hair the first time. The second time, she glanced up questioningly, unable to speak. "George..." Jack said, a warning tone in his voice. The frantic look in his eyes was thrilling and she had to suppress a grin--it would interfere with her efforts.
* * *
It was the strangest--and by far the most enjoyable--conversation George had ever had. When Jack wasn't doing his best to make George scream--or vice versa--Jack caressed her legs, occasionally turning his head to kiss an ankle, as they talked, never letting her drop below a simmer.
Not that Jack wasn't having fun too. George hadn't thought guys were capable of that many orgasms, certainly not so frequently. But Jack had only grinned and said, "They've learned a few things by the 51st century, George. Let me show you one...."
* * *
George was glad that the surveillance cameras had been shut off. Streaking to the bathroom to shower had been silly fun. And though the risk of getting caught made it more exciting, actually getting caught would have been terribly embarrassing. But Jack's demonstration of just how much fun coed showering could be was memorable.
* * *
George pounced on Jack at least once during a catnap. He returned the favor. George woke lying on her tummy as Jack drew her hair out of her face and swooped in to nip at her ear even as he filled her up again. George gasped and clutched at the mattress--long since stripped of soaked sheets.
George was feeling hoarse by now, but she still worried that people could hear her. She didn't worry much, though. She didn't have the energy for it.
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Date: 2006-11-23 02:00 am (UTC)Straddling Jack, all their hands occupied, she teased him contentedly for some time with only the movement of her hips. When Jack began to struggle, she slid down over him and began riding him in earnest. His climax was a glorious thing to behold.
* * *
George lay on her side, head propped in one hand, idling caressing Jack. He mirrored her position as they idly chatted about...all sorts of things. At least until George bit her lip and hissed when he slid a finger into her; she could tell that Jack was ready again too. Then they were joined at the hips (again) and off to the races.
* * *
George resisted when Jack tugged at her hair the first time. The second time, she glanced up questioningly, unable to speak. "George..." Jack said, a warning tone in his voice. The frantic look in his eyes was thrilling and she had to suppress a grin--it would interfere with her efforts.
* * *
It was the strangest--and by far the most enjoyable--conversation George had ever had. When Jack wasn't doing his best to make George scream--or vice versa--Jack caressed her legs, occasionally turning his head to kiss an ankle, as they talked, never letting her drop below a simmer.
Not that Jack wasn't having fun too. George hadn't thought guys were capable of that many orgasms, certainly not so frequently. But Jack had only grinned and said, "They've learned a few things by the 51st century, George. Let me show you one...."
* * *
George was glad that the surveillance cameras had been shut off. Streaking to the bathroom to shower had been silly fun. And though the risk of getting caught made it more exciting, actually getting caught would have been terribly embarrassing. But Jack's demonstration of just how much fun coed showering could be was memorable.
* * *
George pounced on Jack at least once during a catnap. He returned the favor. George woke lying on her tummy as Jack drew her hair out of her face and swooped in to nip at her ear even as he filled her up again. George gasped and clutched at the mattress--long since stripped of soaked sheets.
George was feeling hoarse by now, but she still worried that people could hear her. She didn't worry much, though. She didn't have the energy for it.