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flemingsfreckles · 1 month ago

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Muscles (18+)

Synopsis: inspired by the middle photo

Warnings: smut! strap on use (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), oral sex (r receiving), dirty talk, teasing, sex against the wall

WC: 7.5k

A/N: I’m just gonna leave this here… I wrote it a while back and decided I should finally share it

“Seriously?”

Pausing mid movement Jessie turns and looks up at you. Her body in a plank position as she halts her exercise. “What?”

“You know what you’re doing.” You cross your arms against your chest, letting out a puff of air as you lean back into the couch.

Jessie’s eyes flash around the room before meeting yours again. “I’m not doing anything.” She sits back onto her knees, rolling her shoulders back a few times.

“Oh, so you just came home sweaty from training, decided to come do pushups in front of me with your arms on display in that training top, for what?”

You had been sitting on the couch when Jessie got home from training, you’d been a little surprised to see her donning the tank top training shirt, she tended to wear the shirt or even jacket no matter the weather. You weren’t about to complain, you loved her arms. But you also knew better than to comment on your appreciation of them, you’d scare her back into a long sleeve shirt for the rest of the season.

She’d planted a quick kiss on your lips before sitting down on the floor in front of you, still sweaty. The two of you chatted for a moment catching each other up on your day before you returned your attention to the book in your lap.

It was then that you noticed Jessie starting to move around. It started with a few stretches, arm circles, rubbing out her shoulders, the movements had caught your eye, but only briefly. It was when you started noticing her up and down movement over the top of your book that you put it down to look at what she was doing. She was doing push ups.

“Just a little extra workout.” Jessie claims but the way she’s looking at you with a small smirk tells you it was for more than just “a little workout”.

“Sure.” You watch as Jessie, still smirking, puts her hands on the ground again, beginning to lift her body. You watch her complete another few push ups, your eyes unable to focus on anything besides her shoulders and biceps, the way they flexed, bulged, and moved with each repetition. It was such a simple thing, her arms but the longer you stared at them, the more you could feel the desire growing in your stomach.

Trying your best to ignore Jessie, you look back to your book, reading sentences over and over, unable to comprehend them with the sight and sound of your girlfriend working out in front of you. Snapping yourself out of your thoughts you slam your book closed, place it on the table and promptly move to the kitchen with a frustrated huff.

“Oh come on babe.” You hear Jessie quickly stand up, her footsteps on the hardwood behind you.

“No, you’re welcome to go workout, but you’re also being a tease.” You sent her a stare.

“I’m not.” Jessie claimed, lying through her smirk.

“You are, you know how I feel about your arms,” Your arms flail gesturing toward her exposed arms, “Putting them on display, that’s teasing me with them.”

“But it doesn’t have to just be a tease.” Jessie smirks, her hands finding your waist and pulling you toward her.

You try to step away from her, but her fingers dig slightly into your hips, you can feel her biceps flexing as she holds you in place. You put a hand on her chest, pushing against her. “Yes it does, because we have dinner plans with my parents in case you forgot.”

You watch as she glances at the microwave, reading the time. “We have time.” She suggests with an eyebrow raise. Leaning forward she places a soft kiss onto your lips.

“No, we don’t.” You argue when she pulls back.

“We do.” Her voice is now a low whisper against your ear as she actively tries to convince you. Her head drops lower as she begins to kiss just under your ear, slowly descending down your neck. Her hands slide down from your hips to your thighs, her fingers gripping your legs tightly before a faint “jump” is mumbled against your neck. You obey, your mind in a trance from the feeling of her lips.

You give a small hop and Jessie’s hands tightly hold your thighs. She holds you in her arms, unassisted for a minute before you wrap your legs around her waist. Taking a few steps she adjusts until you’re against the kitchen counter before she dips her head again allowing her lips to find your neck.

For a moment you almost give in, reveling in the feeling of her lips on your sensitive skin. Her breath, her little satisied moans, her soft whispering all have you convinced, until you remember last time the two of you “had time”.

“No Jess.” It comes out more breathless than you would’ve liked, your hand finds her shoulder and you push her back more firmly. She removes her lips, giving you a disappointed frown. “Don’t blame me, you’re the one who made us late to dinner last time because you thought we had enough time.”

“We did have enough time technically,” Jessie pauses and shrugs, “it was the second round, which I remember someone begging for, that made us late.”

“Well it’s fine when it’s with friends, but I’m not letting my parents know I was late because of sex.” You lean back your hands resting against the cool countertop.

“They know we have sex, we live together.” You sit up, reaching your hand to quickly cover Jessie's mouth.

“Stop.” You remove your hand from her mouth. “Don’t mention our sex life and my parents in the same sentence.”

Jessie lets out a soft giggle, her fingers lightening up on their pressure as she pushes herself back from you slightly. “Fine.”

You plant a quick peck to her nose, licking your lips as you pull away. “You’re lucky you don’t reek, you taste like sweat, you need to shower.”

“Want to find out what else I taste like?” A giant grin breaks on the Canadian’s face as she leans in closer to you.

“Jess, go.” You shove her with one hand before she can kiss you, your other hand points in the direction of your bedroom and adjoined bathroom.

She throws her hands up. “Okay, I’m going, I’m going.” Giving you one last playful eye roll, she turns heading down the hall.

You followed Jessie shortly after into the bedroom, rummaging through the closet to find something to wear. Opting for simple you throw on a simple skirt and top.

You hear the shower stop and seconds later the sight of your girlfriend, towel wrapped around her body, her fingers running through her wet hair appears in the mirror behind you. You can feel her eyes scanning over your body through the mirror.

She comes up behind you, leaning her face down so you can feel her breath along your neck. “You look beautiful.” She whispers before kissing the column of your neck.

“Thank you baby.” You turn around, satisfied with your own appearance.

Jessie’s eyes continue to take in your appearance, slowly dragging from your legs to your face and back down. “I’m so lucky.” The words come out under Jessie’s breath as if it’s a thought that somehow escaped.

“Alright sappy, get dressed, we have to leave soon.” You put your hands on her shoulders, pushing her toward her dresser.

While you’d loved to have stayed home and let Jessie have her way with you, dinner was nice. You couldn’t complain about getting to see your parents, you were lucky to be able to have dinner with them frequently and to bring your girlfriend along.

The four of you ordered, continuing to catch each other up on your lives, Jessie talking with your Dad, you chatting with your Mom.

“Right?” Jessie’s fingers gently touch your forearm, pulling your attention away from the conversation you were having with your mom.

“Hmmm, sorry, what?” You turn to face Jessie, not hearing her initial question.

“Your dad and I were just saying it’s a bit warmer in here than we expected.”

“Oh, I guess.” You give Jessie a unsure look, not knowing why she felt the need to check the temperature with you. Just as you start to turn back to speak to your mom she stands up, her eyes remaining locked on yours as she reaches for her jacket.

Your mouth goes dry, the polite smile drops from your face as you watch Jessie remove her jacket, placing it behind her on the chair. She was doing it on purpose, you knew it. You could feel your cheeks slowly burn, knowing you weren’t going to be able to hide the way you blushed staring at Jessie, more specifically staring at her arms.

The shirt she’d picked out was tight, it was one you loved on her, but in the moment you wish she’d worn anything else. The simple shirt laid perfectly across her shoulders, hugging in all the right places before the short sleeves cuffed tightly around her biceps.

She shot you a sweet smile before returning her attention to your Dad picking up back in their conversation. You Mom has to call your name twice before you hear her over the sound of your mind running through every inappropriate thing you wanted your girlfriend to do to you.

You spend the rest of the evening shifting uncomfortably in your chair trying to ignore the hunger growing in your core. While you were doing everything you can to avoid catching a glimpse of Jessie and her perfectly toned arms, Jessie was making every attempt to put them in front of you. Reaching across for the salt, then for a napkin, leaning over to press her body into yours, teasing you at every moment she got.

By the time you climbed into the passenger seat to head home it felt as if every nerve in your body was on fire. Out of habit Jessie’s hand finds its way to your thigh, resting gently and giving a soft squeeze. “You okay?”

“Fine.” The word is bitter in your mouth, a tone that told Jessie you weren’t fine, you weren’t happy with her. The constant teasing through out the day had left you frustrated, sexually and now just in general.

“You were just a bit quiet at dinner.”

“I’m fine.” You snap back, leaving the two of you in silence for the remainder of the drive home.

When the door closes behind both of you Jessie takes off her jacket, slowly peeling it from her shoulders in the same display that she did at the restaurant.

She winks at you when she notices you watching. Rolling your eyes you let out your frustrations, “Fuck you for wearing that shirt.” The language is harsh but you only partially mean it. “And fuck you for taking the jacket off, it wasn’t that hot out.”

“Oh, come on, you like it.” Jessie runs her hands down her own chest, emphasizing the way it hugged her figure.

“I do, what I don’t like is being teased all day by your muscles.” You take off your shoes, giving them a harsh kick toward the door before storming off.

“Oh, babyyy. I’m so sorry.” The exaggerated pout on Jessie’s feels disingenuous.

“No, you’re not.” You make your way into the living room, sitting back on the same couch where Jessie had started her teasing that afternoon. Following you over, Jessie stands in front of you, bending over to put her face by yours.

“Come on,” she plants a kiss on each of your cheeks, “let me make it up to you.” You watch as she slowly drops to her knees in front of you, her hands finding your knees. She’s looking up at you with a pleading stare, her brown eyes begging you to give in. “Reward my good girl for putting up with my teasing.” Her fingers begin to wander from your knees up your thighs at a painfully slow pace.

You try to remain calm, not give in to Jessie. Keeping a stoic expression on your face, you remained motionless on the couch as Jessie’s fingers continued to move closer and closer to the bottom of your skirt. You kept your arms folded across your chest, staring back at her, fighting your every urge to give in. It would be impossible to hide how she was affecting you, you could already feel your breathing quicken at the gentle touch of her fingertips.

“Please.” Jessie politely begs as the soft pads of her fingers just barely disappeared under the fabric of your skirt, she pauses them, waiting to go further until she has your permission.

You wanted to tease her back, make her wait, not let her get the satisfaction of seeing how worked up she had gotten you. You close your eyes for a minute and you think you’ll maybe be able to resist, but when you open your eyes you’re met with Jessie’s lust filled eyes, her bottom lip pulled tightly between her teeth. You wanted to resist, but you couldn’t resist her when she was on her knees begging. “Please, let me make it up to you.” She repeats with a kiss to each knee, her eyes never leaving yours.

You also couldn’t deny yourself. You’d been eager to have her pleasing you since she had lifted you onto the kitchen counter, and again when she had taken her jacket off at dinner, and when she reached across you to pass your mom the salt. So instead of denying her, making her wait, making her sit in the bed she had made, you nod down at her.

Jessie’s eyes light up as she watches your head nod. Her fingers immediately find the waist of your panties under your skirt. “Yeah?” She pauses for a moment waiting for second confirmation.

Nodding again you give her permission. “Make it up to me.”

At your word, Jessie’s fingers begin pulling the fabric, when they don’t slide down your legs she looks up to you again. Despite being the teaser all day it’s now her who looks desperate. You lift your hips and she swiftly pulls the fabric down your thighs.

“Oh, someone’s been waiting so patiently.” Jessie says, staring at the notable wet spot on the fabric. You just let out a grumble, sick of her teasing, reaching out and putting your hand firmly on the back of her head, pulling her between your legs.

She lets you guide your face to where you sat dripping waiting for her. Only giving a quick kiss to your core before pulling slightly back. Her hands find the bottom of your thighs, gripping them slightly before pulling you toward the end of the couch, giving her better access. She spreads your thighs, using her strength to keep them open. “You’re soaked.”

“Thanks Captain Obvious.” You respond with a slight roll of your eyes and a straight faced expression. If she kept up with her teasing much longer you were prepared to shove her away and make use of the toys in your bedroom.

“All mine, this pussy is all mine.” She whispers, hardly acknowledging your frustration. Her tongue traces her lips, wetting them before she softly kisses the crease of your inner thigh, so close to where you needed her.

“Maybe you need to prove it, just staring at it doesn’t make it yours.” You squint down at her, despite already being in a compromising position, you didn’t care, may as well edge her on more.

If Jessie had ignored your previous side comments, that one certainly got her attention. You felt her fingertips dig into your thighs and she shot a glare up at you. “It’s mine.” Her teasing demeanor is gone, she’s now serious. “I’m the one who gets to touch and taste it. I’m the one who gets to fuck it. I’m the one who makes it drip.” She emphasizes her point by bringing a finger to your entrance, coating her finger in your arousal and holding it up to you. “It’s mine.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, as if time stops, you’re both silent, and then she gives in. Her face dipping under the fabric of your skirt and you feel her breath on you before the feeling of her tongue and lips.

The heat is the first thing you feel, the warmth of her tongue and mouth, hot and wet along your arousal. Your hand remains on the back of her head, no longer pushing but resting as she works, a satisfied rumble coming from her chest as she gets her first direct taste of you.

Her tongue starts soft, running over your lips, without purpose. It’s as if she’s exploring you for the first time. She briefly catches her tongue on your clit before moving away. Your hips chase her tongue, shifting, trying to put her where you want her. Your free hand is clenched tightly on the throw pillow next to you, the grip on her hair increasing in strength with every moment she doesn’t focus on your clit.

“Babe.” You whine when she still doesn’t give in to your instructions, her tongue continuing to flirt around the nerves you so badly needed her to focus on. “Please.”

You toss your head back into the couch cushions as she finally gives in to you, her soft lips sealing around your clit, giving it slow and gentle licks. “Right there Jess.” Her name comes out of your mouth like a sigh of relief.

You can already tell you won’t last long, between the full day of rising tension and lust, her tongue and lips doing exactly the right things to you, it would only be a few minutes before you came crashing down.

Jessie knew that too. She couldn’t even see you from under your skirt but she knew your body, she knew the signs you were getting close. It was in the way your hips gently rocked into her mouth, how your grip in her hair would tighten then relax only to tighten again shortly after. She could hear it in your moans that began to fade into whines, how your breathing was becoming audible to her, she had you exactly where she wanted you.

A telling whine made its way through your lips and you felt Jessie lift your skirt off of her head, pushing it up toward your stomach, allowing her to make eye contact with you. It’s a deep gaze, her brown eyes looking up at you, heavy with desire.

“I’m going cum.” You’re able to squeak out the words and with the slight nod of her head, Jessie gives you confirmation to let go, to fall apart on her tongue.

Your orgasm washes over you quickly, your eyes slamming shut as you throw your head back into the couch. Your thighs fight to close around Jessie’s head, her hands keeping them from shutting. Jessie doesn’t slow much, her tongue continuing to flick despite your writhing below her. Her hair was being tightly held between your fingers as you fought yourself between wanting to push her away and also pull her incredibly close.

One of your hands moves to her forehead, pushing hard. “Fuck, fuck, Jess, too much.” With your word Jessie pulls her mouth off of you with a slight pop.

You take a deep breath, steadying your breathing for a minute. When you lift your head back up and open your eyes she’s already staring at you. She looks from you, down between your still spread legs and you watch as a smug grin grows on her face. Feeling small under her gaze you go to close your legs only to be met with the same resistance of her hands, holding you open and on display for her.

“So…” she starts, staring at your core for another minute before lifting her gaze back to your face. “does the cum on the couch, from the orgasm I just gave you prove that you and your pussy are mine, or maybe the fact that my face is covered in your cum?”

You cross your arms across your chest, rolling your eyes at her once again. “Sure.”

“You don’t seem too convinced.” Jessie stands up from where she had been kneeling before you. She leans down her arms wrapping around your midsection. “I can fix that.”

With a gentle pull, and a small yelp from you, Jessie picks you up nearly effortlessly, tossing you over her shoulder, one hand resting on your back, the other on your ass, holding you steady. She marches the two of you down the hall, turning into your bedroom.

In a gentle toss, you land on your back on the mattress, staring up at Jessie as she pulls her shirt off, leaving her torso and shoulders on display to you. You quickly do the same, just as you finish removing your shirt Jessie’s hands are on your skirt pulling it down and off of you.

Sitting up your hands reach out toward her shoulders, you run your fingers over the tight muscles, dragging downward toward her biceps, taking a second to circle her tattoo with the pad of your thumb. “I love you, I love your arms. You’re so hot.”

Rolling her eyes, Jessie pushes your hands off her arms, taking both of your wrists into her left hand. Her right hand pushes softly at the middle of your chest, putting you on your back.

Jessie wastes no more time before diving back in. Your only moment to relax was the short walk from the couch to the bed. you were still sensitive, the sensation causing you to squirm below her. Her right hand holds firm on your hip as her left hand is still clasped around both of your wrists, holding them to your stomach.

Her tongue immediately returns to the nerves that had you falling apart on the couch. Nothing but a whine is able to come from your throat at the suddenly overwhelming stimulation. Your hands try to grab at her, twisting in her grip that she only tightens, reminding you of the strength her arms and hands posses.

When your hips start to lift from the bed, Jessie’s hand quickly releases yours, both of her palms now coming to your hips, gently resting there. The next time you attempt to grind into her mouth, the grip on your hands is no longer gentle, instead she holds you firmly to the mattress, resulting in a frustrated whine leaving your mouth.

“Jess, fuck.” Your hips bucked now trying to pull away from her tongue. “I can’t.” Your hands are threaded in her hair, tugging in hopes she’ll let up, for even a moment to catch your breath.

You get your moment to breathe when Jessie pulls her mouth off of your core. “You can, I know you can, you’ve done it before.” She encourages before returning to please and also torture you.

You feel like your body is on fire, you’re too hot, almost uncomfortable to a degree, but also you can’t ask her to stop. It felt too good, too much, you could barely form a thought let alone utter words. All that you managed were small cries.

“Breathe, baby.” Jessie reminds you quickly. You hadn’t been able to control your breathing since she started, you could feel how fast your chest was rising, only more noticeable as Jessie placed her hand in the middle of your chest.

Trying to focus on your breathing was harder than it seemed, all your attention being drawn to Jessie’s mouth on you. You quickly had even more occupying your brain as Jessie’s right hand left your hip and found its way between your thighs. Her fingers drag through your slick before she slowly pushes two of them inside.

Two fingers wasn’t new to you, Jessie would often use three, or her strap, but suddenly two fingers made you feel so full. You could feel her slight curl with each thrust, pushing against you in the most satisfying way. A deep groan rose in your chest and you could feel Jessie smirk against you as it echoed in your bedroom.

Between the slow but powerful drag of her fingers inside of you and her tongue’s delicate circles, you weren’t able to hold on. Your orgasm came almost as a surprise, building so suddenly and then crashing upon you hard.

Both of your hands reached for her head, your grip once again tights in her hair, you felt Jessie moan against you in response, only adding to your stimulation. The wave of heat and pleasure raced through your whole body, you clamped down tightly around her fingers, pulsing as she continued to thrust up into you. Your breath caught in your throat as she worked you down, pulling off only when your hands pushed her away.

She slowly retreated her fingers, you could hear how wet she’d made you and you got even more proof when Jessie pulled back, her chin and lips covered in your cum. Making eye contact with you she slipped her fingers into her mouth, making a show of cleaning them off while moaning in appreciation at the taste of you.

Your hands come to cover your face, softly rubbing your skin, moving the baby hairs off of your slightly sweaty skin. “Fuck.”

“You okay?” Looking up from between your legs, Jessie smiles as she asks. Her hand still resting in the middle of your chest draws lazy circles on your skin, helping your breathing settle back to a normal pace.

“What do you think?” Jessie just shrugs. “Jess, that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.” It was, Jessie satisfied you regularly, but something about two orgasms after a full day of teasing ranked it near the top of the best sex you’d had.

You reach out, your hands finding either side of Jessie’s face and you pull her onto you. You wanted her lips on yours, despite all the sex you’d hardly kissed her. She obliged, slowly kissing you, her tongue running along your lips, soft bites and tugs to your bottom lip. Your legs wrap around her waist, holding her there. It felt like you could kiss her forever, just like this, naked underneath her.

“I love you.” You whisper before placing a few more kisses to her lips.

She returned the proclamation. “I love you.” Giving you one final deep kiss before pulling her lips off yours.

“Nooo, stay.” You whine and reach out trying to get a hold of Jessie as she lifts her body up her hands reaching to unlatch your legs from her waist as she moves away from you.

She lets out a small laugh, “Oh baby, did you actually think I was done? I’m not done with you.” She moves to her dresser, bending down to open the bottom drawer, the drawer filled with toys. It’s only a moment later when Jessie comes back to you, now sporting a harness around her thighs and hips. “Just needed to get this.” She emphasizes her words by gently stroking the strap.

You loved the sights of her wearing the strap. You’d both been unsure the first few attempts with it, but the more you tried the more comfortable you both became with it and now you loved it. Jessie loved getting to thrust into you, watching the way your body would bounce with the force, she loved watching you stretch around the toy, just for her. Most of all she loved watching you cum on her strap, she loved it so much she was convinced she could feel it sometimes.

You equally loved the toy, feeling so full of your girlfriend, letting her take control, but what you loved was watching Jessie’s brain melt as you rode her, putting on a show every time you did, and when you did it right, grinding on her perfectly, you could make her cum.

The sight of Jessie, her stomach, arms, and shoulders on display for you as she slowly stroked the strap, was one you wanted to commit to memory, so you stared. You watched her so closely before having an idea. “Can I do something first?”

“Sure, what?”

Before Jessie has a chance to react you hop up from the bed, your arms firmly against her shoulders. You shove her backward, her first step back is clumsy but she catches herself and continues to walk back until you have her against the wall.

“What are you-” Jessie starts to question. “Oh.” The faint whisper comes out of Jessie’s lips when you drop to your knees in front of her. Her eyes widen at the sight of you below her. You bring one hand to her thigh, the other gripping the base of the toy.

“I’m going to suck your dick Jessie.” Looking at the toy in your hand and then up to her, she nods eagerly.

Slowly, dragging out the performance, you bring your lips to touch the tip of the toy. This wasn’t something new, you on your knees for Jessie, but it wasn’t something you did often for her, it was a treat.

Keeping eye contact with her, you stick your tongue out, letting it slowly circle the top of the toy before taking more of it into your mouth. Jessie’s eyes flutter close and her head drops back against the wall for a moment. “Fuck.” At her sides her fists clench tightly before releasing and clenching again.

It’s not long that Jessie lifts her head back to look at you, one hand gently gathering your hair into a ponytail. She doesn’t push your head, instead her hand just moves along with the pace you’ve set. The presence of her hand is nice, it’s not forceful, but a reminder that she was yours and you were hers.

“You look beautiful.” Jessie says, her head shaking slightly as she watches you continue to move along her strap. Momentarily you think of the irony of her calling you beautiful earlier that day in the mirror and again now as you kneeled in front of her sucking her strap. Same words, slightly different underlying meaning.

You refuse to take your eyes off of hers, you loved the way she looked down on you. A mix of desire in her eyes as well as appreciation as she took in the sight of you.

Wanting to fully tease Jessie, you pulled the toy into your mouth letting the tip reach the back of your throat. You could feel her grip in your hair tightening, her lips slightly parted as she watched. You repeated the motion, taking her as far into your mouth as you comfortably could, your eyes watering slightly.

You feel Jessie thrust, it's not rough, but there’s a definite jerk of her hips, while her hand remains firm on the back of your head. The movement pushes the toy a little further in causing you to slightly gag.

You watch as Jessie’s eyes go from dumbfounded at the sight and sounds of you taking her deeper before they widen and she’s pulling her hand off your head. “Oh, sorry!”

You pull off the toy, letting a string of saliva connect your lips to it for a moment before it breaks. You look up at Jessie who is looking less confident than she had all night. She looks nervous, like you’re going to lay into her. Instead you tease her.

“Impatient are we?”

“A bit, but I didn’t mean to do that. It’s just, you looked so good, so pretty, and it felt good, I got overwhelmed and I just, I don’t know.” Her cheeks blush slightly as she tries to explain herself to you.

“It’s okay. It was hot. Unexpected, but hot.”

Jessie gives you a slightly forced smile, unsure of herself in what to say next. You knew her well enough, you could practically see her brain scrambling trying to figure out where to go from here, you also knew probably half of her brain was still replaying the image of you sucking her strap, preventing her thoughts from being clear.

“So are you going to fuck me, or just stand there?”

Jessie bent down, lifting you up to your feet so you were eye to eye for a few seconds before she put her hands on your hips and spun you. She then walked you, hands pushing on your hips toward the bed, bending you over when the mattress came in contact with your stomach.

Not saying much Jessie’s hands found their way to your ass. One hand kneading gently into the muscle, her other hand finding its way between your legs. Her fingers stroke through your core. She lets out a satisfied hum, feeling how wet you still were. She removes her fingers, replacing the feeling with the blunt tip of the strap.

You both let out a satisfied moan when she finally pushes forward, the toy easily sliding in with the mixture of your arousal and saliva. She took it easy on you, a few slow thrusts pulling out to the tip before pushing in until her hips met your ass.

Her pace slowly picked up, the sound of her hips against your ass, the front of her thighs slapping the back of yours, all mixed with the grunts from her mouth and the whines from yours filled the room.

The feeling of her filling you from behind was perfect. Each thrust was forceful and deep, you could feel her in your stomach. Your body jolted along the bed, the mattress and bed frame shifting with you as she relentlessly pounded into you. Both of your hands gripped the bedsheet so hard your knuckles were white, but it was all you could do to ground yourself.

“You look so good.” Jessie praised you over and over as she had her way with you.

She pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and clenching around nothing. Using her hands she spread your cheeks slightly, you turned back to watch as she stared between your legs, an expression of awe across her face. “Just dripping for me. Gosh I love you.” She looked back, locking eyes with you. “Flip over baby.”

You begin to move, Jessie helping move your legs and adjusting you to the edge of the bed once again. She pulled your legs around her, hooking your ankles behind her back. Her hand fumbles between you before she places the toy at your entrance, slowly pushing back into you.

A sigh leaves your lips, the feeling of her filling you again feels right. She was made to be in you. Instead of returning to the rough thrusts, Jessie takes a more methodical approach. Each thrust is slow, dragging satisfactorily along your walls, letting you feel each inch of her cock. When she was fully sheathed inside of you, she’d give a couple grinds, the harness bumping into your clit, giving you small waves of further pleasure. You also knew the grinding was stimulating her too, the way she’d bite her lip, her breath would pick up slightly before she’d go back to a few soft thrusts.

She repeated this pattern, keeping you squirming beneath her. She’d give you just enough pleasure to build your orgasm but not enough to bring you to the edge. You could tell she was doing the same to herself. Grinding into you until she got close, then pulling back out. Teasing herself just as she had teased you all day.

You notice Jessie’s eyes flirt around the room while she continues gently grinding into you. Her eyes stall for a moment before she pushes herself up. She kisses along your neck as her lips find your ear, she gives a soft swipe along the shell with her tongue before whispering, “Can we try something new?”

“What?” You were hesitant, it wasn’t always like Jessie to suggest something new in the bedroom. She wasn’t vanilla per say but Jessie was thorough and a planner. She liked to bring up trying something new over dinner, or while you sat and watched tv, it gave her time to discuss it, think it through. This was heat of the moment.

“Do you trust me?”

You almost scoff at the silly question. “Of course I trust you.” You’d always trusted Jessie, she’d never given you a reason not to. You also knew her, she’d never do anything to hurt you, she protected you.

With one final peck to your lips, Jessie pushes herself up, her strap still buried deep inside of you, her hands find your ankles that were hooked around her hips. Giving each ankle a small squeeze and tug on them, you get the idea and allow her to move your legs. Slowly lifting your legs Jessie hooks her arms into the bend of your knee. Gently she leans back down, pushing your knees toward your chest, her hands wrapping around and finding your back.

“You okay?” Her gaze crosses your face for signs of discomfort.

It was a newer sensation, the strap somehow impossibly deeper inside of you at the new angle, you could practically feel her in your stomach. But it was good, feeling her so deep inside of you filling you more than ever. “Yeah, it’s good, deep, but good.”

“Put your arms around my neck.”

You feel Jessie’s entire body tense around you, her hands gripping your back as she slowly lifts you from the bed. Her arms hooked under your knees allows her strap to stay inside of you as she slowly walks a few paces across the room.

For a moment you’re too confused to register what was happening. But you quickly snap into reality as you bounce ever so slightly on her strap as she steps across the room. “Oh my god Jess, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“Shhh.” Jessie hushes you as your back comes into contact with the wall behind you, aiding in the stabilization of the two of you. “It’s okay.”

That’s when you notice it, the way her biceps and shoulders were tight, her muscle definition fully on display for you. “Are you going to fuck me against the wall?”

You notice the question causes Jessie’s smile to drop a bit. “Only if you’re okay with it? I was going to try.�� Her eyes scan your face waiting for an answer.

“I’m definitely okay with it.” You release one hand from where it hung around her neck, letting your fingers slowly trace along her tense bicep muscle. “You’re such a show off.” You flash her a teasing smile.

“Only for you.” She leans in kissing you before beginning to pull her hips back until just the tip of the toy was inside of you. “Only a show off for my girl.” Emphasizing her declaration of commitment to you Jessie pushes back into you before beginning to thrust more rapidly.

As her thrusting picks up, the heat in your stomach that had briefly subsided begins to build back up. “Fuck, Jess.” You breathlessly whine.

You weren’t sure if it was the new position, how deep she was able to thrust into you, or maybe it was the way you could see Jessie’s every muscle straining to fuck harder and harder into you. Maybe it was the way her breath was hot on your neck, how you could hear her every groan and whine. Maybe it was how you could tell she was getting off in this position as well.

Jessie groans in response to hearing you whine her name over and over, tucking her head into your neck. “You sound so good baby.” Following her words up she let her teeth graze along your neck.

“Jess, fuck.” You take a breath, trying to clear your thoughts enough to make a sentence. “I’m close.”

Nodding into your neck she encourages you along. “I want you to cum for me, show me how good it feels.”

“So good Jess, so fucking good.” You felt your muscles tighten, sitting on the edge as Jessie continued her thrusts, her hips snapping up against yours. Every thrust felt like it was setting you on fire, your whole body tingling as you were waiting to be sent over the edge. It was second later that you did. Your head falling back hard, you let out an incoherent noise, a mix between a scream and a moan as you clenched tightly around Jessie’s strap, pulsing with each thrust.

Your nails dug in hard to Jessie’s arms, likely leaving behind tiny marks along her skin. The feeling of her tight muscles beneath your fingertips serving as a reminder of what got you into this situation in the first place. Her arms. Waves of pleasure swept through your body, exhausting you in every way, leaving you breathless and thoughtless as you came back down from your third orgasm of the night.

Blinking a few times and taking a deep breath you tilted your head back down to look at your girlfriend who was sporting a rather smug smile. She releases one of your legs, letting your foot reach the floor as her hand comes to brush the hair out of your face. Her hips continue to thrust upward, its slow and soothing after the high of your orgasm, not yet overwhelming you.

You’d been with Jessie long enough and had enough sex to know when she was close. You could see it in her expression, her quick blinking, her rosy cheeks, the way her tongue continued to wet her lips. She was close, you knew it. She has been getting herself worked up this whole time, only to stop because you had came.

“Are you close?” You whisper to her as you feel her thrusts begin to slow down as she tries to avoid overstimulating you. Jessie was far from selfish, especially during sex, she’d make sure you’d been satisfied, often multiple times, before ever even considering getting an orgasm herself.

“Mhmm.” It’s a soft whine, her head nodding, her eyes are closed. She confirms what you already knew. You also knew you’d have to encourage her, she wasn’t going to use you to get off unless you asked, unless you told her.

“Take it, I want you to fuck me until you cum. Take what you need.” You see her eyes pinch closed tighter at your words, her eyebrows pinching together. She waits, as if she’s debating her choices but only a minute later you feel the drag of the strap inside of you again. “That’s it baby, take it. It’s your pussy after all.” You tease.

Jessie groans, letting her head fall back into your neck. Her hands now holding your ass firmly, one of your legs on the ground, the other still looped over Jessie’s arm held up against the wall. She softly curses to herself, her words muffled into your skin as her movements become quicker.

You couldn’t help but let out a yelp with every thrust, each one jolting your whole body with force. Jessie’s thrusts are rough and quick. Plunging all the way into you before pulling out just to the tip, then back in. That’s how you know she’s on the edge, her precise, equal thrusts become shallow and sloppy. She whines, her head dropping back into your shoulder, this time her lips on your shoulder.

You run a hand through the back of her head, holding her, whines coming out of your own mouth as she uses you. You loved watching her chase her high, you loved how she sounded. “Cum for me baby.” Your nails gently scratched at the back of her neck as she gave a few last thrusts upward. A deep groan comes from her which is quickly muffled by the sharp feeling of her teeth on your collarbone. Her whole body tenses and she gives one final thrust impossibly deep into you.

When she releases her mouth she’s breathless. You take a glance at your shoulder, seeing the bright red bite she’s left in the wake of her orgasm. You turn to teasingly scold her for the mark but when your eyes meet hers you can’t help but giggle at your situation.

“I cannot believe you just fucked me against the wall. God you’re such a show off.” You say with a teasing smile and laugh.

“But you liked it.” She’s smug for a second and then you can practically watch the self doubt creep into her mind. “Right?”

Grabbing her blushing cheeks you give her a quick peck. “Seriously Jessie.” You roll your eyes at her affectionately. “I loved it, I love when you get confident. It’s sexy. And I love those arms.”

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