Still in mature territory. Jim and Kristen's night continues…
Jiminy and Cricket
Chapter 7
She's confused when she wakes up. It's dark and the window is in a different location than the one in her room. Then she remembers she's at Jim's. A soft snuffling snore, alerts her to his presence behind her. She's rolled over and her bottom is pressed against the tops of his thighs, one of his arms slung over her waist.
She smiles as she remembers what happened between them only hours ago. With a twinge, she realizes why she woke up. She has to go to the bathroom. Lifting Jim's arm off her, she slowly gets out of bed, trying not to disturb him, and heads for the bathroom.
After she's done and is washing her hands she takes a good look at herself in the mirror. She doesn't look any different, really. Sure, she has an amazing case of bed hair, and there are whisker burns across her chest and a bite mark that is beginning to bruise where her neck meets her shoulder, but she doesn't look any different than she did before. Put some clothes on her and no one would be able to tell that she was no longer a virgin. Not that it should matter to anyone. Smiling at herself, she turns off the light and goes back to bed.
"Having second thoughts," Jim asks softly as she leaves the bathroom. He's awake, leaning on his elbow as he watches her warily. She blushes because she's naked, but it's not anything he hasn't seen before.
"What? No," she tells him, shaking her head. She glances over at the clock. "It's only 1:30. We've got at least another eleven hours."
"I have to be at work at ten o'clock," he tells her.
She shrugs. "Okay, so we've got eight and a half hours."
"Do we?" he asks with a smirk. "Do I get to take a shower sometime in those eight and half hours? Or do I have to go to work smelling like sex?"
She rolls her eyes. "I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time. Maybe we could shower together," she tells him suggestively, crawling up onto the bed and straddling him.
"That's an idea," he smiles, reaching up to cup her breasts. "What do you have in mind now?" he asks.
"Well," she smiles, leaning in for a quick kiss. "I think it's my turn."
"Your turn?" he asks, pinching her nipple, rolling it gently. "Your turn for what?"
She hums deep in her throat and arches her back. "It's my turn to explore your body."
"Really?" he seems surprised.
"Really," she tells him, leaning down to rub her breasts over his chest. "I want to kiss you and lick you and suck on you, until you're moaning and begging me to ride you until you come."
"I don't beg," he tells her with a smirk.
"We'll see," she smiles back, pulling the covers off his body and straddling his legs again.
He's silent at first, which is almost discouraging, until she realizes that he's hard and dripping, a small pool of precum developing on his lower belly. She runs her hands all over his chest, caressing and then using her nails. She follows that up with her tongue, circling his nipples and then biting them softly. He emits a small gasp at this and his erection jerks against her belly, so she takes this as a sign that he likes it and continues on to his other nipple.
His breathing and heart rate have definitely increased when she picks up his right hand and licks a long stripe from his wrist to the top of his middle finger. His eyes snap open and he watches her hungrily as she starts to suck on his finger, using her teeth and tongue to tantalize him. She takes her time with all his fingers before moving back to his torso.
She sticks her tongue in his belly button and he laughs in surprise. She can feel his erection sliding between her breasts, his hip rocking to gain friction. Lifting herself onto her hands and knees, she moves up his body, again, dragging her breasts over his belly and chest until they're dangling over his face.
"Want a taste?" she asks him slyly. Without a word he opens his mouth and draws a nipple in, suckling hard enough to make her moan and grind herself against his belly. "Oh, so good," she groans out.
He switches his attention to her other nipple while his hands grab her ass and press her down as he grinds up into her wetness. The angle's not quite right, but still feels amazing and they both moan. She presses down harder, feeling him slide through her folds. She wants so much to just let him slide into her, but she has a goal in mind; she wants him to beg. She lets him continue to grind against her, arching against his mouth as he worships her breasts, but eventually she pulls back. He sits up, following after her, but she uses a firm hand to press him back down.
"I'm not done yet," she says wickedly and he groans as he falls back.
Not giving him a chance to realize what she's got planned, she insinuates herself between his legs and leans down to kiss the tip of his erection, lets her tongue circle the head softly.
"Shit," he groans as is hips jerk against her.
She takes her time learning his taste and the feel of him. She doesn't know exactly what she's doing, but she trusts her instincts. Using her hands and lips and tongue, she stokes his velvety length and soon he is panting and his hands are gripping the sheets in a white knuckled grip.
Gently she cups his balls in her hand and she feels his whole body tense. She knows enough from what she's overheard from her brother and the guys at school that this is a particularly sensitive part of the male anatomy. She only kisses them softly, testing their weight on her tongue before moving back up to take him all the way into her mouth.
"Oh fuck," he groans this time, as she bobs up and down on him. She can't take him all and she's afraid that she might hurt him with her teeth, but she goes slowly, using her hand to pump in time with her mouth. "I'm gonna… Shit… stop!" His hands suddenly pull her off of him and he presses into the base of his erection, panting harshly.
She watches as he slowly lets go, still hard, but no longer frantic. "Did that feel good?"
"Did that feel good?" he laughs, pulling her up and kissing her wildly. "That felt too good. I was about to come in you mouth and…"
"I wouldn't mind," she told him, pulling back to look at him.
"I'd mind," he told her grinding up into her again. "I want to be deep inside of you when you finally come apart again. Blow jobs are nice, but that's not what I want with you."
She raises an eyebrow at him. "Then what do you want Jim," she asks. She wiggles against him and he lets out a hiss at the friction.
"Please," he finally says, looking up at her with mischief in his eyes, but she knows he's serious. "I want you to ride me and I want to watch you enjoy yourself on me. I want to be able to touch you and kiss you and play with your boobs while you set the pace. Please?"
"Gladly," she leans forward. She knows he's not out of his head with desire and begging for release, but she also knows that not two minutes ago he was clenching the sheets with white knuckles and pulling her off of him before he could come. She'll take that as a victory.
Sliding back she angles herself to accept him. She wiggles and tilts her hips. Jim is reaching down to hold himself steady when he suddenly stiffens and jerks away.
"Damn," he mutters.
"What?" she asks, bewildered by his stopping so suddenly.
"Condom." He sits up and fumbles in the drawer again, this time pulling out the whole box. Once again he opens a package and rolls a condom on. Once it's on he pulls her down for a kiss, and holding himself steady, helps her ease back onto him.
She sinks down on him with a sigh. "Yes," she moans, wiggling to get a feel for this angle. Leaning forward, her breasts dangling over his chest, she begins to move; up, down; tilting her hips and then swiveling them; small controlled movements and then deeper and harder.
Jim lets her set the rhythm, his hands busy with touching as much of her skin as possible; his mouth concentrating on her breasts. She's soon breathless as she moves against him, reaching for that feeling that is just out of her reach. Jim suddenly feels harder inside of her and he's starts making these grunting noises that go straight to her belly. One of his hands presses on her hip, encouraging her to ride him harder and faster. His other hand slips between their bodies and starts to pinch and rub her clit.
It's only moments before she is sobbing her relief as her orgasm overcomes her and Jim is driving up into her like a jack hammer as his own orgasm takes over. They're both panting and he's still seated deeply inside of her as they both come back down.
"I thought you were a good girl," he says once again, catching his breath as his hands caress her hips.
"I am," she tells him. "I'm also a quick learner." She leans down to kiss him, drawing playfully on his bottom lip. "I have an excellent teacher," she winks at him before pulling off and collapsing next to him.
"Hmmm," Jim hums, rolling over and nuzzling her face before gently kissing her. "Lucky me."
"No," she kisses him back, "Lucky me."
Settling next to him, she closes her eyes and lets herself drift off, more satisfied and content than she ever thought possible.
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