He hadn't gotten so hot and hard in a long time and there was just something about her that made him just that. With his job and everything that had happened since Terregregia he hadn't had much time for anything. But now, Jill was here and around him as if it had meant to be all along. His manhood stuck up, fully erect and throbbing hotly as he brought her up and down on himself repeatedly. Every time he did, the tight and velvety inner walls of her womanhood clenched and rippled like heated water around his length and it made it pine for more. It sapped his cries out of him like the deep pull of a fresh cigarette.
Every time his hardness stroked along the delicate hardness in her she tightened and moaned a little louder. His hands came up to the back of her head and dove into her hair at the back of her head as he thrust just a little harder hit a spot he observed made her eyes roll back and her breath to catch.
"Do you like it, baby… does it feel nice…' He muttered shakily… his accent always drove her crazy, she loved it, and so to hear his approval of her actions made it all the more intimate and arousing. He felt her thighs quiver around his hips. Both Jill and Parker, so lost in the story they wove in his quarters that for days after, they could taste each other, feel and smell one another… Parker could still hear her in his ears and she could still feel him shaking against her.
It was impredictable, how long they were at it, but the window was sweating… her breasts pressed against his exposed chest and with every arch of their backs in unison hardened nipples touched against hardened nipples teasingly and erotically. Their pace quickened and as if their bodies were the same entity.
Parker looked at her in a horrified but transfixed and silent warning, she didn't need clarification to his expression, she felt it, he was coming and so was she, there was no deliberate rise and fall of her hips on his cock, now they were pasted to one another, grinding and bucking like they were racing to get to the finish line first. She gripped his shoulders and nodded for him to go ahead, her expression probably reflecting his.
Parker harshly drew breath with his nose and he pulled her to him hard, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stuffed her fingers in his mouth as an incredible wave of intense pleasure rolled over them simultaneously. She felt his legs jerking and shaking under her thighs and her clit was being abrasively rubbed against his pubic hair and her entire insides felt like molten lava as he emptied in her at her nod.
They scrabbled at one another, as if trying to hold on to save themselves from falling, their only anchor was where their bodies connected. Parker fell back on the bed and Jill came forward with him and she carried out the last dregs of their climax with vigorous gyrations of her hips on his, to which made him cry out loudly. Jill didn't bother trying to stop it from happening because she too couldn't help but voice loudly the level of her pleasure as she came again against him.
"Oh my fucking god. Oh… " Parker muttered, rubbing his face as she slowly pulled off him. She didn't even have enough strength at that moment to properly climb off him. She flopped to the side. Others would likely have judged Parker on the fact that he had not enough strength to be macho but he was so weak from that one round that he lay still for a long time while Jill played with the hair on his chest. He could barely even say anything except for soft rumbles and whispers of her name.
She in turn would hush him with a soft kiss or run her finger across his lips. She looked at the clock several times and noted as the time passed, ten minutes… twenty minutes… she was becoming increasingly more invigorated to take him again… perhaps not full throttle, the poor man looked pale; it could just be that he was still not too strong because of his wound. Considering how she felt for him now, she didn't mind doing all the work…
Parker twitched a little as she moved; he followed her process with a bleary eye as she moved down to his cock, limp again, and started mouthing at it. He didn't object, he lay there with his eyes closed, and she could tell he was enjoying it because he shifted his hips as her tongue ran up the length from base to tip. It wasn't very long before she had him in her mouth, sucking him to another ridged orgasm before she burned so badly that she came up over him and he hauled her up and she perched over him as he licked her to her second orgasm.
It wasn't the last of their night's adventures of each other. It was well into the early hours of the morning, the file Jill brought with her on the chair Parker was sleeping in, and the fresh coffee long since turned off on its own timer sit cold in the pot as he fell sideways on the bed after the umpteenth time they took one another in various manners that neither one of them would ever speak of to anyone else. All they knew was that as Parker lay on his side, his last conscious though was the clock on the wall being 3:48am, spooned up against Jill, their bodies naked, he hoped she would wake in tome to get to the briefing before they left and got suspicious as to why she may be late and goes looking for her, to find her here in his room, both of them naked, with obvious signs of sex on them, on the bed and on the floor.
But as the thought occurred to him, his eyes shut when he focused on her slow breathing.