Chapter 4: Climax
Jonas awoke the next morning with the delicate warmth of the sun kissing his skin. It softly illuminated the room, the light peeking in through wooden blinds casting a warm glow around the space. Blinking his eyes, he took stock of his surroundings. The scent of sex still lingered in his spacious bedroom. The smell alone, and his early morning lust, reminded him of last night's illicit activities. And fuck, was it ever good.
As Jonas lay sprawled in bed, he felt his groin throbbing with arousal once more, remembering the way Susan's big tits bounced upon their naked flesh. Her fingernails raked across his muscled chest, and she bit his lower lip just enough to leave an enchanting mixture of slight pain muddled with pleasure.
He looked over at her, now stirring beside him. She stretched her lithe form lazily as a satisfied, catlike smile spread across her lips.
Her voluptuous figure was even more delectable as she unfurled beside him. Jonas couldn't help but let his eyes explore the gorgeous landscape of her polished, naked skin.
She caught him more than once staring at her impressive breasts and licked her lips.
"Like what you see?" she purred. Slowly she crawled on top of him, allowing her full weight to settle on his tensed muscles.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hands automatically finding her supple waist. He pulled her closer, crushing their firm chests together.
It wasn't long before their morning breath mingled and the taste of last night on their tongues only amplified their sexual hunger. He bit hungrily at her lips and nipped at her chin.
"You want this, Susan?" he growled throatily, kissing his way down her collarbone and to the swell of her breast. His hands roamed expertly, touching every part of her as he ran his fingertips along her ribcage then up to her shoulders, eventually burying themselves in her auburn, untamed locks.
He inhaled deeply, taking in her rich, sensual scent.
"Jonas," she sighed, her fingers tracing intricate patterns over his biceps and down his forearms. Goosebumps rose on his skin as she left a path of fire in her wake.
Unable to wait any longer, he captured one taut pink nipple in his mouth. Her gasp of pleasure only encouraged him, and he sucked and teased with gusto.
Using his tongue, he swirled patterns around her nipple before grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh.
"Fuck, Jonas," she hissed, bucking her hips against his. Her breath came out in hot, raspy pants. "Oh, God."
He wasted no time in lavishing attention on her other breast, giving it the same rough and eager treatment. Susan's fingers ran through his hair, and she gripped him hard, pulling him closer as she moaned and cried out his name softly.
He loved that he couldn't control himself around her.
Fuck, he had always wanted to touch her generous, round tits, and now that he could, there was no way he'd refuse such an opportunity.
Susan let out a strangled gasp when Jonas pressed his open mouth to her breast. The heat from his tongue against her naked skin caused her to shiver. His gentle sucks and flicks of his skillful tongue drove her wild with desire.
She marveled at his lips, so soft and plush.
The way they left glossy imprints on her skin as he kissed and sucked his way down to her navel, causing her to writhe and moan with every press and nip. Jonas was insatiable, hungrily devouring her as if she was the sweetest feast he had ever encountered.
His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her belly. His fingers firmly gripped her thighs, his thumbs tracing slow, maddening paths up and down her flesh as she mewled and whined in disarray.
She wanted him, desperately.
"Please, Jonas," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, I need you."
And he knew exactly what she was asking for.
He'd teased her long enough, his mouth, tongue, and now hands working in tandem to build up her pleasure beyond its limit.
She was on the precipice, and she didn't know what to do with herself.
Jonas was one to never back down from a challenge, all the while pushing his own limits even further.
Susan's pleading words were all he needed to hear. Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees, his hands never leaving the quivering flesh of her thighs.
"Please, Jonas," she cried out again, her fingernails scratching at his back. She was shaking all over, her whole body tensed with anticipation.
He looked up at her, studying her with an intensity that left her breathless.
"You know what I want," he said quietly, his voice rough and raw with desire.
Susan swallowed hard, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yeah," she croaked, barely recognizing her own voice.
Jonas smirked before leaning forward. He took a deep breath, the musky scent of her arousal reaching him even from where he knelt.
He growled low in his throat, feeling his cock throb as her scent invaded his senses. She was soaked for him, dripping, and he knew it. He could smell it.
God, could he smell it. It only pushed him harder, motivated him further.
Jonas was a man who relished taking his time. He loved savoring the moment, tasting every inch of his partner's skin, exploring all of their sweet spots.
But Susan was different. Something raw and wild coursed through his veins whenever he was around her. It was as if he couldn't get enough, no matter how hard he tried.
And maybe, just maybe, that's what he loved about her the most. She was his equal, his perfect foil, his other half.
Jonas leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to taste her.
"Fuck, Susan," he moaned, his breath hot against her skin. She gasped in response, her body trembling with pleasure. He licked and sucked, his tongue tracing patterns along her swollen lips.
He could feel her, slick and wet beneath his lips, her folds swollen with need.
He delved deeper, his tongue slipping between her lips, teasing her entrance.
"Jonas," she cried out, her fingers gripping his hair tightly.
He groaned against her, his tongue flicking and dancing along her lips. He savored her taste, her scent, everything about her driving him wild with desire. With a sudden thrust of his tongue, he plunged inside of her. She cried out his name, her body shaking and trembling as she came undone. He lapped and sucked at her, drinking in her pleasure.
She tasted divine, like sweet ambrosia sent from the heavens above.
"Oh, God, Jonas," she moaned, trembling and gasping for breath. She rode his tongue, fucking his face shamelessly.
Jonas didn't mind. In fact, he thrived on it. He loved the feeling of her shuddering and whimpering beneath him, completely at his mercy.
He felt her clench around his tongue, her walls tightening around him as she came again and again.
“Fuck, Susa-” he began, before she silenced him with a kiss, her tongue delving deep into his mouth.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she pulled him up, and he let her, their lips never breaking contact. He positioned himself at her entrance, and she looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Yes, Jonas, yes.”
He thrust into her with a groan, burying himself to the hilt. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as she lifted her hips to meet his every thrust.
Her nails dug into his back, leaving behind red marks as she pulled him closer, urging him deeper. Jonas gritted his teeth, his hips pistoning erratically as he rode the wave of pleasure coursing through him. With every plunge into her waiting depths, he felt the coil of desire winding tighter and tighter in his gut. He could feel the buildup of pleasure in his balls, the electrical charge growing stronger with each passing moment.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He could hear their filthy moans and grunts intermingling, their bodies slick with sweat as they writhed against each other.
"Goddamn, Susan, you feel so fucking good," he growled, his hips slamming into her with bruising force. With every thrust, he could feel her walls tighten around him, milking him in the most delicious way.
And then she let out a scream, her walls clamping down on him as she came hard.
He couldn’t hold back anymore, her orgasm triggering his own. With a loud groan, Jonas buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his release.
They lay there, spent and breathing heavily, their bodies still tangled together.
Jonas couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had always wanted Susan, had always fantasized about being with her, but he never thought it would actually happen. Especially not after she had been with his best friend.