JENNIE

I think I came apart in less than a minute. Lisa touched me in a way I've never been touched before, even by myself. I didn't stop her when her hand slid down my belly and she tapped me on each thigh. She wanted me to part my legs for her, so I did. I leaned back on the shower wall, grabbed hold of her shoulders and let her use her fingers to bring me to an orgasm.

Although, for the record, there should be a word that describes an orgasm that is better than the best.

A moregasm is what I'm going to call it and Lisa Manoban is the one who invented it.

"You're beautiful when you come, Jennie." She pulls me closer to her. We're in her bed now. She took me by the hand and brought me here after I came in the shower. I didn't think my legs would hold me up but they did.

I like that she thinks so. I have no idea what my face looks like when it happens. All I know is that if she hadn't been there to hold me up, I would have crashed to the shower floor in a puddle of pure mush.

I reach down to touch the tip of her cock. It's still hard. It's still just as large as it was when I first saw it in the shower. It has to be at least nine inches, thick and heavily veined. "Can I taste it?"

She pushes the sheet that's covering us both down revealing her erection. "I can't promise that I won't come as soon as your lips touch me, but I'm willing to risk it."

I haven't given more than a half dozen blowjobs total in my life. It's intimate. In many ways, to me, it feels more intimate than actual fucking. I want it though. I've been daydreaming about wrapping my lips around it since I saw it in the shower.

I scoot down the bed and press a soft kiss to her stomach before I wrap my hand around her. My fingers don't quite touch my thumb. Seeing that sends a jolt of heat to my core. I know it's going to burn when she's inside me. "I like it."

"You like it?" She chuckles. "Thank fuck because it's all I have to work with."

I look up at her face. She's so pretty and handsome at the same time, much more handsome than she was eight years ago. She's grown into herself. She's comfortable and content, and right now, she's all mine.

I lick the tip of her cock gently, savoring the salty taste of her flesh. It rocks in my hand, an angry signal that she's beyond the point of arousal. She's primed for a fuck. I am too, but I want this to last. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow and if this is my only taste of her, I want to enjoy every second of this.

"Suck it, Petal. I need it."

I moan softly as I close my mouth over it and slide my lips down. I push back my body's urge to stop. I go past that. I feel her harden even more when the tip barely brushes the back of my throat.

"Goddammit," she grits out in a low, rough and sexy-as-sin tone. "If I blow this down your pretty little throat, forgive me, but it's too good. It's just too fucking good."

I suck harder, my head moving up and down with her hands tangled in my hair to guide me. Her hips rock, my hands glide; the pace frantic and then relaxed and I when I hear the low growl from deep inside of her and sense her balls tighten, I firm my grip.

"This. Is. It." She tugs on my hair to pull me up, but I shake it off.

I won't move. I need this. I have to have it.

"Dammit, Jennie. For fuck's sake," she groans as she shoots her release and I take it all.

"You didn't think you would make it out of here without feeling my cock inside that tight pussy, did you?"

If this is a dream, please never let me wake up.

My eyes pop open and adjust to the minimal light in the room. I fell asleep after I blew her. I fucking fell asleep. Isn't her the one who is supposed to lull herself into dreamland after she comes?

I roll over quickly until I'm facing her. Her hair is mussed, and she's staring at me like she's going to eat me alive.

Not that I would complain about that. I've imagined her tongue on my pussy for years. I have no doubt that reality is going to trump every single one of those daydreams.

"You have to get up soon." I motion past her shoulder to the digital clock blinking a blue display of the time. It's after midnight now.

I didn't just take a nap. I fucking hibernated in her bed.

"I have to fuck you soon." She rips open a condom package that she pulled out of thin air.

I watch closely as she rolls onto her back and sheaths her thick cock. It's hard again. This woman is a beast.

She taps my thigh with her fingers. "I want a taste. Get over here."

I've only ever been on my back when someone has eaten me out. I've never been on top.

"Please, Petal." She slicks her bottom lip with her tongue. "I'm dying here."

I scoot up until I'm straddling her stomach, her cock bouncing against my ass cheek. "You want to taste me?"

She runs her hands over my thighs. "That's what I said."

I'm not going to argue with her. Instead, I slide up her body until I'm hovering over her mouth. She yanks me down and grazes her tongue along the seam of my pussy.

I moan because it's just too fucking good to keep everything inside when it feels like this.

When she sucks on my clit, I bow my back and tense my thighs. She breathes against my flesh, the sensation pulling even more to the surface. She groans and moans in concert with the noises issuing from my own body. I can't control the sounds I'm making because it feels too damn good to stop any of it.

It doesn't take long for me to feel that shiver race over my spine. It's the same sensation I felt earlier when her fingers were inside me.

I clench around her tongue as I feel the wave hit me with the force of a hurricane. I grab hold of the headboard, grinding down and onto her tongue, taking, using and making sure that she never forgets my taste.

She has me on my back before I can wrap my brain around what's happening. My legs move involuntarily as I ride out the crest of pleasure. She urges them apart with her own and before my climax has quieted, She pushes me into another with her cock as she buries herself inside of me in one single solid thrust.

I open my mouth to scream but there's nothing there. It's just air and then the scent of her skin surrounds me and I hear it. It's the sound of the hiss of my name as it comes off her lips.

"I'm going to…oh God, I'm going to…" my voice trails as I spit out the words, breathlessly, like a chant.

"Do it," her voice is a delicious combination of dark and rough. "Come again so I can fuck you the way I really want."

The promise of that sends me straight into an orgasm more intense than the two – or is it three- that I've already had tonight. I beat her shoulders with my fists, angry at her for making me feel this good and pissed as hell that she can take me to this place so fast that it doesn't last forever.

She slides her hand under my ass, dragging her palm along my skin until she raises my leg so my ankle rests on her shoulder. "I can't promise this won't hurt, Petal, but I need to be deeper. I want you to feel me for the next week."

"I'll feel you forever," I say softly as I tug her closer so I can kiss her mouth. "Use me, Lisa. Make me feel it all."

She does. She fucks me hard, not once, but twice before I fall fast asleep again.