They lay in a contented tangle of limbs for what felt like only a moment, the sweat cooling on their skin. Satou's heartbeat was a steady drum under Jessica's ear. Her mind, however, was far from quiet. The delicious, heavy satisfaction in her limbs was already giving way to a new, restless energy.

She wanted more.

Before he could drift into a doze, she shifted. In one fluid, decisive motion, Jessica pushed herself up, breaking their comfortable embrace. She swung her leg over his hips, settling astride him before he could even register what was happening.

"Whoa," he chuckled, his hands coming up to rest on her soft thighs. "Eager?"

"Yes," she said simply, her eyes dark with a hunger that was entirely new. She looked down between their bodies, where his spent cock lay soft against his stomach. A flicker of nervousness crossed her face, but it was quickly buried under that determined curiosity. "I want to… I want to feel you again. Like that."

She reached down, her fingers brushing him tentatively. He was sensitive, still slick from their joining, and he twitched under her touch. Emboldened, she wrapped her hand around him, her grip unsure but firm. She began to stroke him, her movements awkward, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"It's not… it's not standing," she murmured, a hint of frustration in her voice. She pumped her hand, her touch a little too dry, a little too rough.

"Easy," Satou breathed, his own arousal beginning to stir not from her technique, but from the sheer, raw want in her expression. He covered her hand with his, guiding her. "Like this. Softer. Use the… use what's already there." He guided her fingers to gather the lingering wetness from her own core, slicking him with it.

The feeling of her hand, now gliding smoothly, sent a jolt through him. Jessica watched his face intently, her lips parted. She saw his eyes darken, felt the flesh in her hand begin to swell and harden, thickening, lengthening. A triumphant, giddy smile broke across her face.

"It's working," she whispered, as if witnessing a miracle.

"You're working," he corrected, his voice a low rumble. He released her hand, letting her take over completely. She explored him now with renewed confidence, her strokes becoming more rhythmic, her thumb swiping over the head on each upstroke, learning what made his breath catch.

He was fully erect again, standing tall against his belly, and Jessica's breath hitched. He's so big. The thought was equal parts thrilling and intimidating. She shifted her weight, lifting her hips. With one hand still wrapped around his base, she used the other to guide him, the blunt head nudging against her entrance, still tender and slick from their first time.

She sank down.

It was a slow, deliberate descent, and she bit her lip, her eyes locked on his. There was no sharp pain this time, just a breathtaking fullness that made her moan as she took him inch by incredible inch. She paused when he was fully seated, her inner muscles fluttering around him as she adjusted to the sensation of being so utterly filled while she was in control.

"Oh… Satou," she breathed, her hands braced on his chest.

The view was staggering. Her full breasts swayed with her shallow breaths, her nipples tight. Her hips were lush and wide, cradling him. Her face was a mask of awed concentration.

"Look at you," he groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. "You are unbelievable."

Emboldened, she lifted herself up, almost letting him slip free, then sank back down with a soft cry. The angle was different. Deeper, somehow. She could feel him so precisely. She did it again, finding a slow, rocking rhythm.

"Is this… is this good?" she asked, her movements gaining a little confidence.

"So good," he assured her, his hips rising gently to meet her downward stroke. "You set the pace. Whatever feels good for you."

She experimented. Short, quick bounces that made her breasts jiggle delightfully. Slow, grinding rolls of her hips that rubbed her clit against the coarse hair at his base. She leaned back, bracing her hands behind her on his thighs, and the change in angle made her cry out, her head falling back.

"There!" she gasped. "That spot… oh right there!"

He could see it now, the exact moment she found the rhythm that worked for her. Her movements became less tentative, more urgent. Her moans grew louder, less restrained. She was riding him with a growing fervor, her body taking what it needed, learning its own pleasure through motion.

"I can feel you," he gritted out, his hands gripping her hips, not to steer her, but to feel the powerful muscles working as she moved. "I can feel you squeezing me… fuck, Jessica…"

His words spurred her on. She leaned forward again, planting her hands on either side of his head, her hair forming a curtain around their faces. She kissed him, messy and hungry, as she continued to ride him, their bodies slapping together in a wet, steady rhythm.

"I'm… I'm getting that feeling again," she panted against his mouth. "That tight… aching feeling. But it's different. It's everywhere."

"Let it happen," he urged, one hand sliding down between their bodies. His fingers found her swollen clit, circling it in time with her thrusts.

Her rhythm shattered. She cried out, a sharp, broken sound, and her hips stuttered, then began to piston wildly, driven by pure instinct. He drove up into her, meeting her frantic pace, his own climax coiling tight in his gut.

"I'm there!" she screamed, her body locking around him, trembling violently. "Satou, I'm—!"

Her inner muscles clenched around him in a series of fierce, milking pulses, and it was all the trigger he needed. With a roar, he buried himself deep and came, his release hot and pulsing inside her as her own climax continued to wrack her.

She collapsed onto his chest, boneless and shuddering, her body still gently undulating with the aftershocks. He held her tight, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing and the frantic beat of their hearts pressed together.

"I love you," Jessica said between gentle kisses.

"I love you too," Satou replied with a smile.

Jessica curled up on his chest, her body relaxing completely, and to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the two of them slipped peacefully into sleep together.

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