He gave a low growl, pulling the material of her bra down with his other hand, letting her breasts spill free against his face. She arched so he could reach them with his mouth and he teased them back and forth, round and round, matching the motion of his tongue with the fingers between her legs.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, reaching back to feel him. His cock strained against his zipper. She undid it, sliding her hand in and finding the tent of his boxers underneath. Jake helped her, slipping his cock free and groaning softly, her nipple between his lips, when she took him in her hand.

“Quiet,” she reminded him, smiling at his soft moan into her breasts as she stroked him against her behind, his precum wetting the silk of her panties.

“I’ll try,” he breathed, his fingers pumping in and out of her wetness, matching the tug of her hand between his legs. “But oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so good…”

“I know.” She swallowed, rolling her hips, wanting more. It had been so long, too long, and he was right, it felt far too good to stop. “Wait.” She shifted her hips, rubbing the tip of his dick against her clit, circling it there, and then sliding it down her slit, nudging the fingers away with what she really wanted-

his cock-pulling her panties further aside for him. Jake grabbed her hips as she positioned herself, easing down slowly, taking his length. They both sighed when she bottomed out, rocking her pelvis up against his.

“I was wrong,” he gasped, looking up at her. “This feels even better.”

“Mmmm hmm,” she agreed.

“And look at that,” he teased, shifting his weight, making her gasp at the pressure of him inside. “You’re on top, just how you like it.”

“So I am.” Rachel laughed softly, her fingers gripping his shoulders for balance.