As Heather basks in the afterglow of her second straight orgasm, Jack tries to keep a level head and use the moment to rest and recuperate, although the sounds of Heather's body moving all around him make it hard to calm down.
Still, for the sake of knowing what he has to do, he manages to pull through.
He starts off slowly, when he thinks it's time again, and works mostly his hands and feet. He listens carefully for a change in breathing, and sidles up to feel around elsewhere. If he stays in the same spot too long, he thinks, it becomes less sensitive.
He feels her pulse pounding a little faster now. It's working. A subtle twitch in the walls at one point tells him something, and he leans in carefully and plants his mouth on one spot. He blows a raspberry, and pumps his fist triumphantly when there's a gasp and everything jumps.
He's getting it! He can beat this bitch! He feels a rush of power going to his head as he starts getting into the control he has on something so massive, just from learning how and when to use his limbs, or mouth, or sometimes teeth on it just right. Instead of feeling like he's going to be swallowed up and disappear into the darkness, now he feels like a pilot in the cockpit of a giant mech suit, only it's one made of flesh and blood, named Heather. But when he puts out his arm just like THIS - he smiles, feeling her hips buck in reaction and imagining she just flung her arm out like he had, too.
Jack ends up bringing Heather to the brink of orgasm with time and energy to spare, and even gets carried away enough to show off and hold back a little, edging her for a while until he thinks he's begged enough, and throws the floodgates open.
To his relief, after riding through the last of Heather's orgasms - this one loud enough to possibly have reached her next-door neighbors, not that they'd inquire about it - Jack's attempts to start crawling towards the exit are answered with a "slow down, little man, I don't think my pussy can take any more of that tonight" and a stifled laugh, as Heather reached down and extracted him from inside her.
Jack blinks as his eyes adjust to the light again, and immediately shivers as the cold air hits his wet skin. "Aww!" Heather coos, finding it adorable. He looks down from her fist to see she's topless and soaked in a sheen of sweat, breathing heavily. So that's what he'd done to her. He feels a bit of pride in having had that much effect on her, even if he's also angry at the way she does whatever she wants with him.
Before he can say anything, though, Heather says "how 'bout my little cutie's turn?" And, smiling softly, brings him to her lips. Without comment, she casually licks her lips and then pops him into her mouth, closing it around him and playing with him like a big candy. After sucking her juices off of him and swallowing, she pushes his head out between her lips so he's looking down at her playing with her nipples, giving him a show while her tongue plays between his legs.
After just a minute of this treatment Jack can't hold back anymore, and gets to experience Heather's smile forming all around his head as her warm mouth sucks all the fluid - including, now, his, - from the soft inner chamber and sends it down her massive throat. She grabs him with her finger and pulls him out again, sucking him dry, and ending with a loving (if slightly more slobbery than necessary) kiss directly on his face.
"Why don't you cuddle in here with me, tonight?" She tells him sleepily, more so than asks him. She doesn't want to put him back in the terrarium covered in spit, but she doesn't really feel like getting up to wash him off properly either. Instead, she turns out the bedside light, and turns over on her side, tucking him atop her left boob. "Now that's warm and soft and smells sweet, right?" She says fondly, stroking him. "Promise you'll hold tight through the night so you don't get lost, okay? I don't want to think about what might happen if one of the guests found you tomorrow, instead of me. You need to stay safe and close with me, especially when they're around."
As Heather dozes off and begins snoring quietly, Jack realizes he finally has an opportunity to escape if he wants to. It just might be possible to pry his way out from between her boobs without waking her.
The only problem is, that would leave him in an enormous house where her friends would be stomping around tomorrow. If they're anything like Bella - and for all he knows they actually include Bella - he really is better off sticking with Heather for right now. Now that he knows how to work her, he can tolerate keeping her sex drive satisfied much easier, and even have some fun with parts of it. Odds are, if he plays it safe and does as she says he'll get a better opportunity in no time.