Page 126 of Flipping the Script

We both froze at the affectionate move.

Slowly, Jesse sat back, his face an unreadable mask.

A part of me wanted to grab him, tug him back down on me, and kiss him until we both came.

But that wasn’t what this was about.

So I lay passively under him, waiting to see what he would do next.

Jesse started rocking over me, taking me in shallow thrusts.

Wanting to get back to the energy we had before, I gripped his dick and worked him in time with the rise and fall of his hips.

He sighed and moved faster, his body relaxing and his expression tight with pleasure.

I was getting close, and I wasn’t exactly sure what was pushing me there. Jesse felt incredible, and he looked hotter than sin, but the tightness in my chest and the strange feeling in my stomach weren’t from the sex.

Not wanting to get lost in my feelings—and not sure I was ready to fully admit those feelings were there—I planted my heels on the cushions, my knees bent so I had some leverage.

Still stroking him, I thrust my hips up, driving into him.

I wasn’t able to go as hard as I wanted because of the overly soft cushions, but Jesse didn’t seem to mind as he held himself over me, one hand braced on the back of the couch and the other on my chest.

“Fuck, Bas. Yes. Like that,” he chanted, his face a mask of pleasure as he let me fuck him.

My thighs burned from the exertion, and my stomach muscles trembled, but I pushed through it. I was so close I could feel my orgasm creeping closer, but I wasn’t about to give in.

Not until Jesse came first.

“Oh god.” He batted my hand away from his dick and leaned forward, clenching around me in a deliberate way that made him gasp and me see stars.

“You’re close,” I gritted out.

“So are you.” He let out a strangled cry that nearly sent me over the edge. “God, you feel good.”

“So do you.” I trailed my hands over his hips and sides, enjoying his soft skin under my palms.

The gentle touch seemed at odds with how I was fucking him, but I couldn’t stop stroking him, needing that extra connection.

“Oh fuck.” He squeezed his eyes closed. “Bas, I’m?—”

His cry was cut off as he shuddered over me, his ass clenching and rippling around my length.

Holy shit. Was he about to come hands-free again?

With another strangled cry, he jerked, then ground down on me, shooting all over my chest and stomach as he came.

That was enough to tip me over the edge. As much as I wanted to watch him, my eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook me, and I gave in to my orgasm with a low, rumbling groan.

The world around us flickered in and out of frame for a second, then Jesse collapsed on me in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

Still not fully with it, I turned my head and caught his lips in a deep, languid kiss.

We lay like that for a long time, our kisses slowing until we eventually pulled apart so we could pull in some much-needed breaths.

“You came hands-free again,” I said stupidly, my brain still a bit scrambled from my orgasm.

“I did.” He nuzzled my cheek with his nose. “Guess your dick really is magic.”

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