"You're wearing me out," Allison said with a lazy smile. They were still sprawled on the kitchen floor. She didn't even have the energy to close her legs. He'd thrust into her with a hard and steady rhythm, reaching between them to rub her clit, making sure she came again before he did.
Jesse propped up on his side next to her and pushed a few strands of hair back from her face. "I think you just need more stamina." He gave her a wicked grin. "You need to build up endurance, practice more."
"And you're my personal trainer?"
"Absolutely." He jumped to his feet and offered her his hand. "Come on. You're going to run up those stairs to the bathroom because I want to watch your tits bounce."
She let him pull her up, but didn't take off at a trot. Instead she leaned into him and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him hard and deep, ending by sucking on his lower lip. Finished, she stepped back and grinned at him. "What if I want to watch you run up the stairs?"
He took off, taking the steps two at a time.
She watched the play of muscles in his legs and butt as he moved. He had a beautiful body. Suddenly she wanted to touch him again.
"It's your turn," he called from the top of the stairs.
She ran up them and into his arms at the top. "Was it everything you thought it would be?" she teased.
"And more," he said with a laugh as he pulled her into the bathroom. "Come here. Now I want to watch you clean up." He wet a washrag with warm water and handed it to her.
She started at the base of her neck, washing her skin, rubbing her breasts with the cloth. She stopped several times to rewet the rag, then started again. Wiping her belly and finally raising one leg and resting her foot on the edge of the sink, she cleaned herself between her legs.
Jesse followed the whole process with rapt attention.
When she was finished, she rinsed the cloth out again and used it on him. He'd disposed of the condom, but he was still slightly sticky, and she held his cock and cleaned it thoroughly. Then she rewet the rag and rubbed it over his balls.
Satisfied that they were both spic and span, she tossed the washcloth in the sink and grabbed his hand. "Let's rest a while, okay?"
He nodded and steered her toward Carrie's room.
Walking through the door of her best friend's bedroom with him was a surreal experience. The purple and white room filled with cheer stuff, photo frames, and posters of pop musicians and movie stars dressed as sparkly vampires looked exactly the same. But it felt different. And the unmade full sized bed with the rumpled lavender sheets looked very different.
"Lay down," Jesse said, gently nudging her forward.
She stretched out on the bed and he crawled in beside her, pulling her close. Her heart beat furiously in her chest.
"Relax," he whispered in her ear. "How's it even possible for you to be this tense after having so many orgasms today?"
"This feels so... dirty."
"So?" He pressed his hand to her chest and she knew he could feel the frantic thump of her heart.
"I don't know... It's weird. It's Carrie's room. It feels like we shouldn't be doing this in here."
"It feels like we shouldn't, so we should go to my room? Or it feels like we shouldn't. and it's turning you on so we should stay here?"
