One second Jed was watching me behind the lens, the next the camera was thrown to the side and he was there.

On me, over me, in me.

I was so primed and ready that I matched him in speed and frantic need.

He was wearing too many clothes. I put my hands on the opening of his button-down shirt and pulled with all my might. The sound of buttons flying and hitting the floor and wall was extremely satisfying, but it still wasn’t enough.

I needed skin … heat.

My bra was gone and his lips were everywhere. Jed’s fingers were digging into my hips as I tried to push his shirt off. When it got stuck on his forearms, I brought my hands to his pecs and leaned in to cover his flesh with my lips. My tongue.

We were primal, grunting, both too far gone for sweet promises and light caresses.

I teased his nipple with my tongue as my fingers danced down his hard abs to the front of his slacks. When he bit down on my shoulder, I became momentarily distracted, leaning into him and angling my head to give him better access to whatever he wanted.

He pushed my panties down, and that brought me back to my senses enough to remember my goal. I undid his fly and shoved my hand inside, moaning loudly at my first contact with his thick, hard length.

Needing more, I worked my hand under his boxers and caressed his velvety skin.

Jed groaned and thrust into my hand, then his fingers found me and he muttered, “Fuck,” when he encountered my wet heat. I’m not sure how long we stood there, me jacking his cock and him fucking me with his fingers, but I was almost ready to come when I suddenly lost him.

“No,” I panted, too far gone to care how needy that sounded.

I was needy, and as I watched him frantically try to get off his shoes and pants, I knew Jed was too.

“Get on the bed,” he told me, and the strength of his tone had my knees weakening.

I pushed my panties the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, but when I moved to slip off my shoes, Jed said, “Leave them on.”

Both naked, I turned to go to the bed, then let out a yelp when I felt his heat at my back, then his hand on my hip.

“Bend over the bed,” he said huskily in my ear.

My whole body shivered in anticipation as I did what he asked, my hands clutching his bedspread as I felt his cock against my ass.

I heard the ripping of a condom wrapper, then his hand was running over my ass cheek and running over my wet seam. I pushed my face into the bed and shoved back as first one, then another finger entered me, and his other hand came around to play with my clit.

I was bucking and writhing, so close, when finally his fingers were gone and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“Yes,” I gasped, coming up on all fours so I could have leverage.

Jed’s hands came to my hips as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated, then he pulled out and thrust back in. My knuckles turned white as I held on, pushing back to meet his thrusts as he pounded me from behind.

Needing more, I moved one hand to my clit, rubbing it in tune to his rhythm until I felt the orgasm building.

I came with his name on my lips, and he followed soon after as my pussy clenched around him.

I collapsed to the bed, exhausted, wonderfully sated, and pretty proud of myself.

“That was…” I began, unable to put it into words.

“Amazing. Exceptional. Fucking hot,” Jed managed between pants as he pulled out and fell next to me.

I felt his arms come around me, and I turned to snuggle into him, kissing his chest as I murmured happily.

“Yes, all of those things.”

“I hope I wasn’t too rough, or too fast. I promise, next time I’ll be more gentle,” Jed said, and I shifted so I could look up into his face.

“It was perfect,” I assured him, although the prospect of more … and gentle, had a tingle shooting through me. Which was crazy, because my tingles should be as tired as the rest of me.

“You’re amazing,” he said, hugging me tighter.

He was warm, we were cuddling, and he smelled great.

Within seconds, we’d both dropped off into a happy, satisfied slumber.

When we woke up a few hours later, the lights were still on, it was dark outside, and since we were still naked, it had gotten cold.

Still exhausted, and not fully awake, we got up long enough to pull back the covers, then got under and snuggled back against each other.

“So tired,” Jed said with a yawn.

I don’t know if he was apologizing for not jumping me again right then, but he needn’t have worried. After the amount of work we’d been doing and the lack of sleep I’d had, coupled with the amazing bout of sex, I was barely functioning myself.

We had plenty of time for more sex, what we both needed was rest.

“Me, too,” I agreed, throwing my arm around his chest, my leg around his waist, and burrowing into his side.

It was so toasty and comfortable that it didn’t take long until we were both dropping off again.

My last thought before falling asleep was that I couldn’t remember ever feeling so content and happy while being completely myself with another person.