while she lay on her back, her left leg beneath his thigh and her right overtop his. She could breathe. Better still, the new position allowed her to reach down and stroke his balls with one hand while she rubbed her clitoris with the other.
When she touched his sac, Jack moaned her name. Josie smiled, pleased with herself. She’d discovered another benefit to not striving so fiercely for orgasm. She got to pay more attention to the things that got Jack off. She moved her fingers back and forth along the small ridge of flesh at the base of his scrotum. She found the spot that beat along with his heart, and pressed it gently.
“That’s good,” Jack said. “Right there.”
Hearing him speak, his breath ragged, made her swallow hard. His big hand rubbed her belly, then slipped lower to caress her clit while he continued to thrust.
They had become a tangle of arms and legs, a pretzel of pleasure. Josie smiled at the thought and opened herself further to his hand and prick, while she pressed gently on his sweet spot.
He was going to come. And surprisingly, she was too. Josie tilted her pelvis upward beneath his fingers, and he penetrated her so deeply she felt his cockhead nudging her cervix. What might have been painful became just one more burst of sensation. At this angle, Jack’s shaft rubbed on her g-spot. Bliss began to radiate from the spot in slow, warm waves and, after a moment, the sharper, more biting sparks of orgasm burst in her clit. She cried out.
Jack shuddered and thrust, hard. Josie pushed firmly on the spot under his balls. It beat beneath her fingers, echoing the spasms of his cock as he shot his load deep within her. She let up on the pressure, then pushed again. Jack gave a startled moan and his dick throbbed anew inside her.
Josie’s passage clenched down on him, then relaxed. She put her hand on Jack’s to stop him from stroking her sensitized flesh any more. Her hips jerked in the final spasms, and she sighed contentedly.
“Where did you learn that?” Jack asked solemnly, after a moment of silence.
“What do you mean?” She rolled her head to look at him.
“Felt like I came twice when you touched me like that.”
Josie smiled. “I read it in some magazine while I was at the doctor’s office.”
Jack slipped out of her and they adjusted themselves to lie together on the bed. “Damn, Josie. I might have to get you a subscription to that magazine.”
She laughed and caressed his shoulder. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Did you come again?”
She still wasn’t used to a man who actually bothered to ask if she’d been satisfied once, much less again. “Of course I did.”
Jack snorted, but looked pleased. “Of course.”
“Listen, Jack.” Josie turned on her side to cuddle next to him. “It would’ve been okay if I didn’t.”
He slipped an arm beneath her head and drew her to his chest. “I just want to make you happy.”
Josie hugged him as tightly as she could. “How could you think you don’t?”
His deep, rumbling laughter reverberated through her chest. “I guess you’re right, considering your last boyfriend…”
She swatted him. “Shut up.”
Jack stretched out his hands behind his head and gave her the grin she knew so well. “I’m just saying…”
She gave a mock shudder. “Well, don’t.”
He squeezed her. “You can go ahead and thank me for taking you away from all that any time, baby.”
Josie rolled her eyes and swung her legs out of bed as the phone rang. “I’ll bow down before you and worship at your feet later, master.”
“Hey, I like the sound of that.”
She laughed at him and picked up the phone from the bedside table. “Jack and Josie’s den of iniquity. Oh, hi, Mom.”
Jack began to laugh and Josie through a pillow at him. “Nothing,” she said in response to her mother’s inquiry. She turned her back to ignore Jack, who had started to make faces.
“How are you, honey?” her mother asked.
Somehow, Josie didn’t think her mother would appreciate hearing she’d just had the greatest sex of her life. “Fine. How about you?”
Her mother began to chatter about life back in Philadelphia, but Josie was having a hard time concentrating because Jack had begun to lick her bare back. She wriggled away from him, and silently cursed their corded phone, which didn’t allow her to move far enough out of his reach.
“…home for the holiday?”
Her mother had paused, waiting for an answer. Josie suddenly