Lead (Stage Dive 3)

“Yes. And next time, can we get one of those sheets with just the hole cut in it for our bits to join up in though, because I think they’re a real turn-on too.” I even gave him the fingers demonstration with one finger going through the hole made by the other hand. “You know the ones?”

The look in his eyes was less than amused. “We need a rule about no funny shit or fighting during sex.”

“Okay. Sorry. That was my fault.”

More head shaking. “Can we get back to the f**king now?”

“Yes, I just … come here. Please.” I waved my arms around, beckoning him closer.

“Just this once,” he said. “No one’s even supposed to do missionary these days. It’s considered boring.”

“You’re right, I know. I’m way out-of-date in my sexual repertoire and you’re being very kind to indulge me.”

The heat of him covered me. I quickly threw my good leg over his hip and wrapped my arms around his neck, just in case he tried to escape. His big hot body pressed me into the mattress and I was in sex heaven.

“Tell me if I’m squishing you,” he said.

“You’re not.”

He took his weight on both arms just the same, my br**sts pressing into his chest. Even the light dusting of hair across his pecs running down to his belly button was a sensory delight, teasing my skin and stirring me up. His hard-on lay heavy against my sex, ready and waiting. It pretty much made it impossible not to try to attempt some sort of frenzied squirming against him. I angled my h*ps trying for more contact without upsetting my bad ankle. Forehead furrowed and brows tight, he stared down at me. The expression in his eyes seemed curious, almost. Like he couldn’t quite remember how I’d come to be there beneath him.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He paused, like he was going to say more, but didn’t. Instead, he angled his head and pressed his lips tentatively to mine. Once, twice, three times. How sweet. His tongue trailed across my bottom lip and a sigh slipped out of me.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Very.” I opened my mouth and he took up the invitation, kissing me deep, turning my insides to goo. Kiss-wise, he might have been a late bloomer. The man showed every sign, however, of making up for lost time fast. He was a natural. We basically ate at each other’s mouths. I’m not saying it was pretty but it was hot as hell. Tongues tangled and teeth chinked and we didn’t bother coming up for air. Breathing was for pussies. I fumbled off my glasses, tossing them aside before they got broken.

His c**k rubbed against the lips of my sex, turning me on even more and making my synapses sizzle. Everything down below was throbbing and wet, ready for the taking. The feel of him, smell of him, nothing about Jimmy didn’t turn me on. I’d had hot sex before. But hot sex with someone your heart got dizzy over was another thing entirely. Once love was involved, it all changed into something entirely different.

At some stage he shifted his weight onto one arm, leaving the other free to reach down between us. The head of his c**k nudged against my opening before slowly sinking inside.

“Oh god,” I sighed straight into his mouth.

His h*ps moved against me, pushing his dick in deep. Perfection. Absolute utter f**king perfection, that’s what ha**ng s*x with Jimmy was like. In one smooth move he took me over, filling me up and igniting every last inch of me. I loved that he was more than big enough to make his presence felt. With him inside of me and over me, I got what sex was all about, what making love was for. Because every part of me was primed to take him in and turn us into a whole. Maybe David had been right about me being Jimmy’s new drug. He was sure as hell mine.

We were one hot, surging entity seeking that high. Crazy but true.

Jimmy drove his c**k into me, over and over. The more my fingers dug into his sweaty skin, the further I fell into oblivion. Hands sunk into my hair, gently tugging, as his mouth sought out mine. It was an unending battle for domination where we both won. The thick length of him surged into me harder and faster. A truly piteous mewling sort of sound escaped my throat.

I lacked the will to care. If I could just come …

His mouth traveled over my jaw, stubble scratching against my neck. Teeth nipped and my pu**y squeezed tight. Jimmy groaned and went faster, pounding into me. There was every chance I’d be bruised from top to toe by the end of things, but good god was it worth it.

Lots of time passed, I have no idea how much. The turn on the kitchen table must have been a quick summary. On my back in a bed, he gave me the full story.

We were all about the frenzied f**king.

His hand held my thigh against him, keeping my good leg wrapped around his waist. The intensity of his gaze held me trapped, daring me to show him everything, exactly how much he was affecting me. In that moment, he was in control of my body, not me. The lines and angles of his face seemed etched in stone, a mask of concentration. All I could do was hold on tight, keeping him as close as possible. His pelvis slammed against mine, driving his c**k in, sending me higher.

“Jimmy,” I moaned.

Everything inside of me tingled and tensed, every muscle shaking, and that was before I started coming. His c**k plunged deep, the base grinding against my cl*t and boom! Fireworks. A whole sky full of them. My body was one big exploding entity. Stars going supernova played it more subtly. My innermost muscles clenched down on his cock, fingernails digging into his back. If my throat hadn’t closed, I’m quite sure I’d have screamed the house down.

When I came back to myself, Jimmy was carefully climbing off.

“Hey,” I whispered.

Thud. His big body hit the mattress, making me bounce. Sweat covered me from top to toe and a sublime kind of lethargy crept through my veins. It seemed to take forever to catch my breath.

“Jimmy?”

He lay on his stomach, ribs working hard to give him back his breath. I’d done that to him, me and my vagina. Go team. Now and then a muscle spasmed in my thighs or lower belly, the last of the orgasmic repercussions. My legs were like jelly, wobbly and weak.

“You okay?” I asked, daring to reach out and touch. My fingers traced over the musculature of his arm, down to his hand.

“Yeah,” he said, sliding his fingers between mine.

He rolled over onto his back, dealt with the condom. It was safely deposited into a tissue for throwing out later.

“Why don’t we do this instead of jogging?” I asked.

He smiled.

“I think I prefer burning calories this way.”