Page 38 of Shared Spaces

“Please, Jay!” She’s pretty consistent with the begging.

I don’t mind at all. I’m starting to think I enjoy edging her more than I enjoy edging myself.

“You can cum for me now…and then I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face.” It’s now or never; just another test to see how far she’ll let me go.

Let’s face it, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long fucking time.

I think this is something she would clearly show objection to, if that were to be the case.

The fact that I’ll be able to re-watch this as many times as I want in the future is nearly enough to make me cum. I’m already anticipating it.

Circling her clit softly with my fingertips, I can feel her pussy pulsate around me, so I know she’s almost there.

The rather interesting growling noise she made before returns, and I feel her body shake beneath my hips. I keep her hands still pinned above her and stay completely still while she rides out the orgasm with me applying just a little bit of pressure to her clit with my middle finger.

In a matter of seconds, the sheet beneath us is drenched.

“Holy f-fuck,” I stammer, listening to her rapid breathing, “good girl.”

She lets out one final moan at just those two words. A moan I’m so glad I captured on film because it has me pulling out of her so fast and flipping her onto her back.

“Close your eyes, baby,” I warn her. As much as I like the idea of this, I don’t want her to go blind or something.

I grip my cock and hover over her. All it takes is a few rapid jerks and I cum so hard it fucking hurts. I’m positive the groan I let out was anything but sexy, but in my defense, whatever.

She looks spectacular painted in my cum. A sight I could definitely get used to seeing.

One thing about Gwen is that she’s innocently sexy. In the sense that, during a moment like this, she’s instinctively licking her lips and has no idea just how fucking hot it looks.

What she does next tops it all off.

She runs her finger through a stream of my cum, opens her mouth and sucks her finger completely clean.

“Jesus, Gwen,” I groan, watching her devilish smile widen.

“That was fun,” she says, rolling herself off the bed.

I watch as she shuffles toward the door playfully.

“Are you coming?” She asks, standing completely soaked and naked in the doorway.

Confusion. I have no clue what she’s talking about.

“I’m going to take a shower, come with!” She chants, taking off down the hallway.

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“You were supposed to wait for me; you should be having a relaxing bath, not more orgasms,” I laugh, standing in the bathroom doorway.

“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” she says, peeking her head around the enclosed glass shower door.

“Fine, suit yourself.”

I join her in the shower, grabbing the loofah off the hook and covering it in her body wash. There’s only one unfortunate thing about showering together—someone is always cold. Might as well be me.

With the water streaming toward her, I stand behind her and bring the loofah to her waist then to her hips, slowing when I go over each curve. I didn’t think her skin could feel any smoother.

“That feels so good,” she whispers, followed by a gasp when I lower the loofah between her legs.

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