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Jaune had to admit, when he was younger and imagined sex with a future girlfriend, this wasn’t exactly how he had pictured it. Not that he really minded, he’d do whatever Lian wanted to keep her satisfied. Even if that looked like sitting still in his desk chair with her in his lap, his cock buried in her core but not moving. It had seemed an odd request the first time she’d asked him to just get hard and sit there, but now that he’d tried it her way there was no going back.
It was hard not to thrust into her on instinct, but he had plenty of practice with it now. Instead he just let her relax and sink down onto him. For a while they would just kiss, or talk, or she would meditate in his lap while he got work done. She just enjoyed having her hole full and Jaune was not the type to refuse an offer like that. Eventually one of them would reach their limit, and that was when the fun began.
If Lian gave in to her desire first then Jaune would feel her hole quiver and clench around him. She always kept her hips still, but her inner walls would begin to rhythmically squeeze his cock until she had his undivided attention. Her breath would fall a little heavier than normal, and if Jaune decided to ignore her just long enough he might get the pleasure of feeling her slick drip down the base of his cock. It was rare he could resist her that long though.
More frequently, Jaune was the first to break. Lian didn’t like to be jolted by anything, especially if she was meditating, so Jaune had to take a more measured approach to getting her worked up. Typically he’d begin with running his hands down her waist slowly, enjoying the toned muscle just beneath her smooth skin. Then he’d start with feather light kisses up her neck until he reached the sensitive spot just under her ear. His thumbs would rub circles on her hip bones and he’d be rewarded by the feeling of her muscles fluttering around his cock. If he pulled back he’d see her eyes half lidded with pupils blown wide, but he usually opted to run his tongue over the sensitive skin of her neck and listen to her sigh in pleasure.
Once both of them were completely focused on sex, Jaune went to work touching her body wherever he was craving. He would rub her thighs and grab her ass, or move his hands up to massage her breasts. He’d almost always work her neck over with his mouth, nipping and kissing at the top but when he got to areas he knew were covered by her clothes he would leave bright red marks down her collar bone. She was shy about that kind of thing, but he knew she liked having them just below the surface. He’d do everything he knew she liked to get her dripping and trembling around him and the whole time she’d sit with her hips unmoving and her arms looped around his neck, letting out little noises and moans as Jaune did his job.
Finally, Jaune would move one hand to her clit. He’d whisper dirty, degrading things in her ear as he rubbed tight circles around it. He’d say things he didn’t really mean that turned her on, like telling her she was just a toy for him to fill, or calling her a loose slut. He’d mock her for how wet she was and make up stories about how he was going to use her as a cock warmer in public. The whole time she would gasp and moan and drip onto his hand and his lap. Her throbbing pussy would massage his cock, drawing him slowly and sweetly closer to his climax. When he ran out of things to say he’d pull her hair and force her into a sloppy kiss and her hands would run down his chest. Only then would she finally move her hips, small jerks that she couldn’t help as she approached her orgasm.
Jaune kept his own hips still for her to fuck herself on him but his fingers doubled their efforts, two working her clit while the others stroked over her lips. Her moans of his name would escalate until she came, fully sheathing Jaune inside of her with her pretty pink eyes rolled up to the ceiling. As her pussy pulsed and squeezed around him, Jaune’s fingers worked her through her orgasm and he did his best not to finish. He didn’t always manage it, not with the way her walls tried their best to milk his cock, but he always tried. If he did manage it, he got his favourite part.
After she had ridden out her orgasm, finishing with a final involuntary twitch of her hips, Jaune gave her a moment to catch her breath before he lifted her up off his cock. Her pussy was slick and flushed and gaped just slightly. It was perfect. Jaune placed her on the desk and she spread her legs open for him. They had done this enough that she knew what was coming and after all he had done to get her off she was more than happy to indulge him. Placing one hand on each of her knees, he leaned in and ran his tongue up her pussy to her clit.
Even though she knew it was coming, Lian could never contain the squeal she let out when he did this. Or the moans that spilled from her lips as Jaune tongue fucked her sensitive hole. Post orgasm haze made her very vocal. Jaune savoured every drop he could of her cum before rising from his seat, his cock still rock hard. After waiting so long, it would be a shame to finish too suddenly (though once he had finished as soon as he got his cock back inside of her and she had found it delightfully dirty to be used like a cum sock). He took his time, rubbing his length over her pussy and making sure the head dragged across her oversensitive clit.
When he sunk back into her, it was slow and deliberate. He relished every inch and every rise and fall of her chest. Inside, she was warm and wet like she only was after she’d already cum. Holding her by the hips, he fucked deep into her. He made sure she felt every ridge of his cock against her walls as he fucked her trembling hole with purpose. Her hands supported her weight against the desk, keeping her upright and letting him take her however he wanted. It also left her breasts completely available for him to decorate with hickeys or just watch them bounce with each thrust. Try as he might, it was never that long before he was spilling his cum deep inside her and Lian let out a pleased moan in response.
After he recovered, Jaune would always pull her in for a tender kiss and tell her he loved her, and without fail Lian would say she loved him too. That much Younger Jaune had gotten right.