We made love. There was no other way to describe it. It was slow and tender. I stayed on top and stroked in and out of her lovingly. The old tricks of what turned her on and what pushed her closer to orgasm came back easily. I would give her a long, slow stroke, then follow it with the occasional sharp, quick thrust up toward her cervix, and it sent a shockwave of pleasure through her. We kept kissing. I licked her ears and neck. We built a wave of pleasure, pushing it higher and higher until it finally crashed over Jess. She put her arms around me and pulled...