With our lips still locked together, I carefully knelt beside her, and let Rebecca see how excited I was.

She encouraged me to stand, with my body bent almost in half so we could continue kissing. Her fingers didn't hesitate. She lifted the front of my briefs over the top of my cock before pulling them away from the slowly dribbling tip and down off my hips. I wriggled a little to help, still without our lips parting, and they fell to my ankles. I kicked them across the wooden floor, took my darling by the shoulders, and stood in front of her for a moment, still bent over so our lips could keep in touch.

Parting my knees a little, I moved carefully forward, my legs outside Rebecca's, and inched my way up her lap. Eventually I was sitting, facing my sweetheart, with my hardness just in front of her.

Her kisses continued without a break, and her hands got busy. Parting her knees to force mine open, she lowered both her hands to my testicles, gently moulding her fingers over the hot surface of them, stroking and squeezing them very gently, and then, with the weight of them on her palms, slowly scraping her fingernails up and over the skin. At some point the weight overcame the support, and they slid down, past her fingertips, to rest, nestled just in the hollow formed by her two legs and so recently busy pubic mound.

Her attentions had moved on by then, and she'd carefully taken my cock in both hands. While her thumbs slid up the lower surface, pulling the loose skin over the shaft just a little, her fingertips were dancing on the opposite side, pressing and sliding, gathering my full attention. Her fingers milked still more liquid from the tip of my cock, spilling gently over both of us, and she used the lubrication to my advantage, forming her hand around me, and sliding it quickly up and down the shaft, just hard enough, and just fast enough to make me gasp.

"Not yet," she whispered, speaking for the first time. "I have needs."

"We already dealt with your needs, Becky."

"That was just one of them. Anyway, now I've unwrapped your white cock from those black briefs, I have another one."

"Oh, God."

"How long, do you think, Andrew?" She paused then, and asked me, moving face away from mine and grinning. "How long can you hang on?"

"Not very long, Becky, and you know it. Stop fucking around... please."

"Oh, now there's a plan." She quickly pushed me, making it clear that I should stand, and then hopped of the chair herself. "You know," she whispered as she kissed my neck, "I almost came in and woke you, but I thought you'd be annoyed."

"I would have managed."

"Yeah, I guess you would. Sit down." Rebecca turned me, her body against mine, and pushed me down to sit where she had been. "Arms, gorgeous. I want your skin."

I wasn't about to argue, and lifted my hands as requested. The shirt was hoisted over my head, and thrown in the general direction of the underwear, and then Rebecca sat on my lap, just as we had done in reverse earlier. Her lips returned to mine, and her hands slowly made their way down my chest and stomach to my waiting cock.

Sliding her body close to mine, she focused on the top of my erection with her fingers, slipping up and over the head of it again and again, making my breath catch repeatedly. Her legs were pressed around my waist, and her most sensitive parts were rubbing up against me, her labia pressed against the base of my cock, her position changing a little back and forth as she undulated, maximising the contact with the clitoris.

"That's better, Andy. That's so much better."

"I'm still having trouble here, you know."

"Bad trouble?"

"Yes, Becky. Bad trouble. Well, if spraying all over your stomach is trouble. You're not the only one to unwrap something tonight, you know."

"I could handle that, but I'd rather you didn't. And thanks for unwrapping me."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"I thought as much. I'm becoming predictable?"

"No, sweetheart. Predictable Rebecca would have been asleep in bed, not masturbating at the computer."

"Reading porn."

"Yeah."

"At two in the morning."

"Uh huh. Listen, I'm..."

"No, no." She let go of me then, for a moment, and pulled her body back a little. "You know, I can prevent that mess you were talking about."

"Really fast?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

She lifted herself up then, sliding her clit up and over my cock, shivering, and positioning me at the opening of her pussy. It was all I could do to restrain myself. "You know, Andy, I'm so, so, so close myself. I'm not sure I can..."

Becky began to lower herself over me. As the head passed between her pink lips, her body slid down over mine, her hard nipples obvious against my chest, and I lost it. The friction of her pussy around me was all I could take, and I exploded inside her, pumping frantically with the release, unable to control my movements at all for a moment. I was barely aware that her body was also out of control, and she came around me, groaning between clenched teeth, squeezing me against her with her hands, and shaking.

"Oh, God, Rebecca, listen. You can wake me any time you like."

"That's good to know, but you should see your face when I try. Mind you, you should have seen it just now."

"You're not in a position to talk, little miss twice in one night."

"Three times."

"Huh?"

"I told you I didn't want to wake you. You missed the first one."

"What in hell got you so fired up?"

"Well, you did, silly. But before that, I was reading something."

"Something?"

"Uh-huh. A story. Tell you what. I'll get off you... Hey, let me go... and you can have a read. I'll go to bed."

"Oh?"

"I'm tired."

"I'm not surprised."

"But Andrew," she said as she climbed down from my lap, "If you would rather, when you've finished reading, wake me up."

"You think I will?"

"Either that, or you'll make a mess out here. Maybe I'll sneak out and check."

"We'll never get any sleep like this."

"Read."