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Jenna gasps softly as you pin her down, her body arching up into your touch. She moans softly, her voice already thick with desire, you lean in, your lips trailing hot kisses along the sensitive skin of Jenna's neck. Your hands find their way under her shirt, your fingers dancing over her bare skin, leaving goose bumps. Jenna tilts her head to the side, giving you better access to her neck. Her brain is slowly shutting off, her thoughts becoming hazy with arousal as desire takes over. She moans softly, her body arching slightly off the bed, silently pleading for more.

You smile against Jenna's skin as you feel her body respond so readily. You know all her weak spots, all the places that turn her into a trembling mess. You pay extra attention to Jenna's sensitive pulse points, your teeth and lips nipping and sucking at the tender flesh. Jenna's moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath you as pleasure begins to build. She can feel herself beginning to lose control, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body, leaving her wanting more.

Y/n: "Don't be too loud unless you want the baby to wake up and ruin the fun"

Jenna nods weakly, a slight moan escaping her lips as you continue to work at her neck. She's struggling to stay quiet, but she tries her best to muffle her sounds. You decide to mess with Jenna a little bit more and begin to do the knee thing, Jenna gasps, her hips bucking involuntarily as your knee presses into her core. She presses her hand against her mouth, desperate to stifle the moan that's threatening to spill out.

You chuckle softly at Jenna's reaction, loving the way her body responds to your touch. You continue to rock your knee against Jenna's core, applying just enough pressure to make her writhe in pleasure. Jenna is fighting a losing battle, her body thrumming with pleasure as your knee continues to press and rub against her. Her hand is still pressed against her mouth, muffling her moans as best she can.

Y/n: "Doing so good at staying quiet for me but I bet it's taking every ounce of willpower you have, isn't it?"

Jenna nods weakly, her face flushed and body trembling with need. She's barely holding onto control, and each touch is sending her closer to the edge. You grin, loving the sight of Jenna all worked up and needy. You know you could push her even further, but you're enjoying the slow burn for now.

Y/n: "Look how much you're shaking, just begging for more, aren't you, love?"

Jenna's only response is a low whine, her body arching up towards you as she nods frantically. She's desperate for more, but she knows you're going to take your sweet time. You laugh softly as you watch Jenna squirm beneath you. You're enjoying every moment of this, taking pleasure in the way her body responds so eagerly to your touch. You tease her for a few moments longer, your knee continuing to press and rub against her, before pulling back slightly.

Jenna gasps at the loss of contact, her body arching desperately towards you. She's so close, so worked up, and yet you're still holding back, tormenting her with denial. You lean back for a moment to fully admire Jenna. Her flushed face, messy hair, and trembling body are all signs of a woman completely undone. She's never looked more beautiful, and you are taking every second of this to memory.

Jenna whines softly, her body arching up off the bed again, desperately seeking the friction you have deprived her of. She's practically begging for release with every movement, but you stand your ground, determined to draw this out even longer. You smile down at Jenna before you gently push her back down on the bed, holding her in place as you continue to tease her. You know Jenna is getting more and more desperate with each passing second, and the knowledge is a heady, intoxicating power.

It takes every ounce of control on Jenna's part to stay still. Her body is almost shaking with need, her skin flushed and sensitized. She's never been so needy, so ready to beg, but you just keep her right on the edge, refusing to give her what she needs. You enjoy the sight in front of you, the way Jenna's body is arching towards you, the way she's trembling with desire. You wait a few more moments, just a few more torturous seconds, before you finally relent and begin to move once more. Jenna lets out a soft moan as your touch begins to move again. Her body is so sensitive now, every touch sending waves of pleasure through her. 

Y/n: "You ready for better skin-to-skin contact?"

Jenna: "Yes, please touch me, I need you, I need you so much"

You smile at Jenna's eagerness, loving the way she's so desperate for your touch. You begin to slowly undress yourself, making sure to give Jenna a show as you do so. Jenna watches with wide, needy eyes as you slowly peel off your clothing. Every inch of exposed skin is another taunt, another tease, making her ache with want even more.

Y/n: "You know your clothes would also look better next to mine on the floor, right?"

Jenna blushes at your words, her heart racing at the thought of finally being skin to skin with you. She nods weakly, unable to find her voice in her current state of excitement. You smile at Jenna's reaction, enjoying the way she reacts to your words. You can't resist teasing her a little longer, though. You lean down, your face right next to Jenna's.

Y/n: "Then what are you waiting for, love? Strip for me"

Jenna shudders at your words, her body trembling in anticipation. She begins to undress, her movements shaky and uncoordinated as she tries to obey your command as quickly as she can while being this worked up. You watch as Jenna undresses, your eyes roaming over her body hungrily. She's beautiful, every inch of her tanned skin calling out to be touched. But you're not going to rush this, not yet. You want to savor every moment, every sight and sound, every touch. You know the wait will only make it that much more satisfying.

Jenna finally finishes undressing, and she lies there on the bed, looking up at you with an expression of helpless need. She's so ready, so wanting, so desperate to feel your touch all over her body. She's practically trembling with anticipation, her skin so hyper-sensitive that even the brush of the sheets against her flesh is enough to make her moan softly. You smile down at Jenna, relishing in the sight of her lying there, all soft skin and wanting eyes. You climb onto the bed again, straddling her and making sure both of your skin makes contact everywhere. You lean down, your body pressing against Jenna's, the heat mingling in the air between you both.

Jenna moans softly as your body presses against hers, the contact sending shiver after shiver through her body. She arches up into the touch, her voice still ragged from her earlier moans of frustration, as she desperately clings to your back. She needs more, she needs it so badly, but she can't do anything except lie there and take whatever you give her.

You begin to touch and stroke Jenna's body, tracing your fingers along her skin, exploring every inch of her flesh. Your touch is firm, deliberate, but also gentle, as if you are worshiping Jenna's body with every movement of your hands. Jenna moans softly, her body arching into your touch, her flesh becoming more sensitive with every pass over her skin. She's practically writhing beneath you now, her body needing so much more than just the teasing, tantalizing touches of your hands. She wants, no, needs, more, and she can't help but let out a pleading whimper as she tries to push herself closer to you.

You chuckle softly, loving the way Jenna is so eager and needy under your touch. You know you're driving her wild, your hands stroking and touching everywhere except the places you know Jenna needs it most. You want to hear her beg; to hear her plead for release, and you're not going to give it to her until you hear the magic words.

Jenna is practically shaking now, her body strung tight with need, her hips arching up as she silently begs for more, her head is spinning, her mind drowning in a sea of sensations and desire, she's never wanted anything more in her life, and she'll do anything to get it and finally, she breaks, her voice coming out in a low, pitiful whine.

Jenna: "Please, I'm begging"

Y/n: "Please, what?"

Jenna takes a shuddering breath, her body quivering as she tries to find the words to say what she needs so desperately. Every inch of her skin is on fire, every nerve throbbing with need, and still, you won't give her what she needs. She finally finds her voice, a strangled whisper.

Jenna: "Please, I need you in me and I need your touch, please"

You grin, satisfied that you have finally made Jenna break. You love the way her body is so desperate, so needy, the way she's begging for your touch with every ragged breath. You lean down, your mouth hovering just above Jenna's ear as you whisper.

Y/n: "I'll give you what you need then"

Jenna shivers at your words, her body arching up towards your voice, desperate to feel your touch. She's so needy, so ready, that she almost sobs with relief when you finally begin to give her what she's wanted all this time. Your touch is gentle, yet firm, and as soon as she feels your tip brush ever so lightly against her entrance, she nearly comes undone right then and there.

You can feel Jenna's body responding to you, the way she arches up into your touch, the way she's so close to begging for more. You take your time, still teasing and toying with her, and just when Jenna thinks she can't take it anymore, you finally push yourself inside of her. You pause, savoring the moment, before finally beginning to move, slowly at first, building the pace gradually. You're determined to make it last, to draw this moment out, and you love the way Jenna is responding to your every move. Your moans mingle, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoes throughout the room.

Jenna is overwhelmed, her body so sensitive to every touch, every movement, every nerve ending lit up with pleasure. She is completely lost in the moment, her mind consumed by a haze of sensation, and she can do nothing but hold on to you, her nails digging into your back as she tries to anchor herself, and at the same time push herself even closer to you. The sound of your combined moans fills the room, the air thick with the scent of your arousal and sweat. Her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, her body rocking against your own, and she could feel her climax.

Jenna: "Fuck"

You hold on for dear life, your body straining with the effort to keep control while at the same time losing yourself in pleasure. You're consumed by the sensations, by the feel of Jenna beneath you. Every bit of control you had is used to focus on pleasing Jenna, to bring her to the peak before giving into your desire. Jenna's body is practically vibrating with pleasure, her mind a whirl of sensation, no thought left except for the feel of you in her and on her, around her. She is so close, teetering on the edge, but still needing just a little bit more to send her over the edge, and she knows you know it. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading, begging, and finally finding the words she needs.

Jenna: "Please, I'm so close"

Y/n: "I know you are, love, but not yet"

Jenna gasps at your words, her body quivering on the edge. The denial of her release is both frustrating and arousing, a delicious mixture of sensations that only heighten her own need. She can feel herself on the brink, so close she could scream, and yet she knows you aren't going to let her go over yet. It's maddening, but she can't help but love it. You love seeing Jenna like this, so close to the edge but unable to find release, the helplessness and neediness making her even more beautiful. You know you're being cruel, denying her when she's so close to coming, but you also know that the wait will make the payoff that much more satisfying.

Jenna's head is spinning, her thoughts consumed with need, and she knows the only thing that will ease this feeling is release. And yet, she can't make herself come, not without your permission. She bites her lip, her eyes closed as she tries to hold on, but she feels herself slipping, her body threatening to shatter in the onslaught of sensations. You can see that Jenna is teetering on the edge of control, and you know you can't deny yourself, or Jenna, any longer. You lean down, your lips brushing softly against Jenna's ear as you whisper, your voice low and husky.

Y/n: "You're so beautiful like this, so close, and you've been so good, I think you've earned this, let go for me love"

Jenna doesn't need to be told twice. The moment the words leave your lips, she feels a tsunami of pleasure wash over her, her body shuddering in pure release. She cries out, the sound half a moan, half a sob as the sensations finally sweep through her, leaving her trembling and breathless. She's never felt so good, so overwhelmed, and she can't do anything but cling to you, grateful for the release she's been given.

You love how Jenna looks as she comes undone, the way her body trembles in release, the way she clings to you like a lifeline. You hold her close, your lips brushing against the sweat-dampened skin of her neck, as Jenna rides out the aftershocks of her climax with you. You can feel the tension leaving your body, replaced with an almost languid sense of satisfaction, but you still aren't done yet.

Jenna is still trying to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the power of her climax. But she can already feel the arousal building again, a warm, heady feeling that courses through her body, sparking heat in every nerve. She clings to you, wanting more, needing more, and she can see the same desire reflected in your eyes. Her body is already arching up again, her voice almost a whimper as she whispers.

Jenna: "Don't stop, please don't stop"

Y/n: "Don't worry, love, we're far from finished here"

You begin to move downwards, leaving a trail of soft, gentle kisses to where you know Jenna needed you the most. Jenna gasps at the feel of your lips against her skin, the trail of kisses leaving her feeling needy and wanting. Her body is already responding, her arousal growing with every passing moment, and when you finally reach her most sensitive spot, she lets out a soft whine, unable to control the need that's coursing through her.

The sound of Jenna's whine only serves to spur you on, encouraged by the way her body is reacting to your touch. You pause for a moment, your mouth hovering over Jenna's entrance, teasing her with the promise of more to come, and then you dive in, your tongue flicking and stroking her with an expert touch. Jenna's body jolts at the first touch of your tongue, her hands reaching down to grip the sheets, her body arching up to meet your touch. She gasps at the pleasure that shoots through her body, her mind quickly becoming consumed by the sensations, every thought but one driven out of her head. The only thought left is more, more, more.

As you continue to flick your tongue inside Jenna, you begin jerking off. You're caught up in the sensations both of you are feeling, the pleasure building with every second. You can feel yourself getting closer, the feeling of your touch only enhancing the pleasure you feel from going down on Jenna. You push on, your tongue speeding up, wanting to bring Jenna to another peak before you get too far gone yourself. But it's getting more difficult to hold back, the pressure building in both of you. Jenna can feel what's happening, even in her pleasure filled state. She knows that you are close to yourself, and it only adds to her own need; the knowledge that you're both so desperate together is driving her wilder. She reaches down, her fingers tangling in your hair, holding you closer, never wanting you to stop.

You moan softly as you feel Jenna's hand gripping your hair, the sound adding to the already building pleasure. You redouble your efforts, your tongue working harder and faster, determined to bring you both over the edge together. You can feel yourself getting close, the pressure building to a tipping point, and you know you won't be able to hold back much longer. But you still want to give more, to give everything to Jenna. Jenna is so close, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure shoots through her. She can feel your own need, and she wants to bring you to the edge with her. She tightens her grip on your hair, holding you even closer, her voice a ragged plea as she whispers.

Jenna: "I'm so close"

You hear the plea, the words sending a spike of pleasure through you. You can feel yourself on the edge, only holding back by sheer willpower now, and you know that you can't hold on for much longer. Jenna can sense that you're holding back, your body trembling with the effort of control. She wants to bring you over the edge just as much as you want to go over yourself, and she whispers again desperately.

Jenna: "Please don't hold back, I need you to let go with me"

You can't resist the plea any longer, the words breaking your hold on the last shreds of your control. You're so close, the pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, and you know that you won't be able to hold on. You cry out, your body tensing as you dive over the edge, taking Jenna with you. Jenna feels the pleasure explode through her as you topple over the edge, sending you both into free fall together, and she can't muffle her cry of release.

It's overwhelming, blinding, leaving her shaking and reeling as a tsunami of pleasure washes over her once again, and all she can do is cling to you and ride it out. She knows that this is what she wanted, what she needs, and she feels so spent and satisfied and utterly spent all at once. She can only lie there, boneless and trembling, as you both come down from the high of your climaxes together.

You collapse on top of Jenna, also trembling and exhausted, all your last bit of energy spent. You both are silent for a few moments, the only sound being your ragged breaths coming in slowly, lengthening gasps. You finally roll onto your back, pulling Jenna with you, so she is curled against your chest. You run your fingers through her hair, your touch gentle and soothing as you both try to catch your breath.

Jenna snuggles closer, her head resting on your chest. She can feel the steady thumping of your heart, your breathing slowing back down, and it soothes her. She feels so relaxed and comfortable now, completely satisfied and worn out. She lets out a soft sigh, the world quiet except for the sound of your combined pulses slowing and the rustle of sheets as you shift to more comfortable positions.

You shift to pull the covers up over you both, wanting to be closer to Jenna's warmth. You feel peaceful now, your body completely relaxed and your mind blissfully quiet. You continue to move your fingers through Jenna's hair, the movement almost a habit now, and you can't help but smile as you feel Jenna's body loosen, her breathing growing even more, as she begins to drift towards sleep, followed by you.

Seems like I got a little carried away and made this chapter a bit too long lol.