Bailey's reality

Jacks muscular arms looked like wooden columns holding him up above her. He was staring right into her face and the only movement was coming from his hips and thighs and he drove into her relentlessly. Several times he brought her to the edge, seeing it in her eyes in the flush that spread across her breast, in the shudders and contractions that shook her. But he wouldn't let her go over, always, always holding back.
Jack knew what he wanted. He wanted an orgasm that would blend and melt with hers. One colossal wave that would drown them both and like a great conductor he was leading them to a crashing finale.
 
Bailey

I lingered there on the crest of that wave, my body quivering beneath is, and around him. My breath had all but stopped. I was gasping, and I looked at him, begging him to take me over. I moved my hips in small circles, and tightened my thighs against him as well as I could being tied up.

"Jack...You are killing me here" I whispered. My pussy was humming, I knew that it was pulsating against him, and my juices were flowing steadily. I consciously tightened my vaginal wall as tight as I could. I saw his eyes widen, and his mouth open a bit. I let it go, and immediately tightened it again. I did that three or four times and finally, he began thrusting into me again, frantically. I shoved my hips up to meet him, still tightening and loosening my pussy against his dick. "Jack" I gasped out, "Is this what you wanted?"
 
Oh Christ yes!
Her contractions were in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts and he knew that he would be over the edge in a minute whether Bailey was or not. This time he couldn't will himself with any objectivity at all, he was drowning completely within her. He only hoped that her powerful contractions that were causing both their bodies to shudder indicated that she was as close as he...

"BAILEY...I'm going to cummmmmmmm.
"GOD!"
There was no stopping it.
The burning, aching wave reached up and took him. He buried his face in her hair, his hands gripping her breasts, his thighs and hips, driving, driving, driving into her...
 
Bailey

I recieved what he was giving me, time and again he thrust against me, finally letting me fall into that dark abyss, where those warm waves of orgasm would wash over me, until they finally shoved me out into space, so I could float on the echoes.

My body shuddered with the power of it, as it crashed down on me. I heard him yell, and my own voice echoed with his, a crescendo to an act that was near perfection.

I felt my body go limp as the lingering vestiges left me. He had collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, heart pounding against my breast. His breath in my ear, and his sweat all over me. My own mingled with his. The aroma in the room was heady, pure raw sex.
 
He untied her wrists and ankles and lay down beside her. Jack knew he should be drawing again. It was 4:30, dawn was two hours away but he was totally exhausted.
He lay on his stomach and traced rings around her nipples with his fingers. She smiled at him, her eyes were heavy lidded...sensuous.

"Your damn good Bailey."
He placed his hand on her warm, damp sex.

"I usually get a lot more drawing done..."

Suddenly his face was above hers, she looked up at him.
"I have a boat, keep it out at Freeport.
It sleeps six."

She waited.

"Come out with me next weekend. I can show you how to handle it. Maybe we'll go out to Nantucket."

Was he asking her for a date?
 
Bailey

I was not sure how to handle the question. I liked Jack, the sex was incredible, and I was drawn to him in a way that surprised me.

I smiled, a slow sleepy smile seeing his face, and the satisfied sleepiness lingering there.

"Jack, is this a business proposition, or pleasure?" I had to know where the line was. I didn't want to make assumptions that were not there.

I rolled to face him, and I laid my hand on his hip. "I really enjoyed tonite too Jack" Just in case he doubted it.
 
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