Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 5

She hesitated, trying to gauge what his reaction might be to what she was about to say. She leaned forward as if to kiss him but instead ran her tongue across his lips. At the same time, he felt one of her hands slide down between his legs and cup the front of his pants. His cock twitched, and she smiled. "My assignment is," she started, then lowered her voice to barely a whisper.

"To drink as much cum as possible."

Chris felt his heart skip a beat, as she pulled back a bit to look in his eyes.

"You get right to the point, don't you?" he asked.

She smiled. "Think you can help me?"

"I think so. For a price."

She tilted her head at him. She hadn't been expecting that and her act completely dropped as she nearly laughed. "You're going to charge me? Shouldn't you be accepting this with open -"

She was cut off because he was kissing her, but there was nothing innocent or light about the kiss he was giving her. He just couldn't wait anymore. He needed to touch her. She relented to his desire, both their mouths opening, their tongues dueling. He tasted cinnamon on her breath again, and smelled jasmine in her hair. He leaned her back on the bed, one hand steadying her, pressing her to him, the other stroking her tummy through her shirt. As their lips remained locked, his stroking hand drifted behind her to her cute little butt, which he pressed into his hips.

She moaned when she felt the length of his semi hard-on through the khakis. His hand on her ass had locked her against him, not that she wanted to go anywhere. She concentrated on meeting his tongue with hers, enjoying the softness and passion of their kiss. She'd never been this close to him before, in his arms like this. Just his kiss and his embrace felt like they were turning her on more than his cock had earlier.

Then she felt his hand drift up under her shirt from behind, and he discovered the little surprise she'd planned for him. They broke apart, breathing heavily, strings of saliva hanging between their mouths. "No underwear?"

She shrugged playfully. "What's the point? We both knew it'd be coming off."

collecting my fee a

he was kissing her again, and she was only too happy to return the gesture. Her hands ran through his hair, over his neck, her fingers playing over the ridges of his ears. His hand was on her bare ass, grinding her hips against his. She reached for the waistline of his pants and began to

neck and over her collarbone, giving the apex a little flick of his tongue. She moaned softly and writhed against him. His hand found its way up inside her shirt and drifted to one of her breasts. It ascended to the peak and took the nipple between two fingers. When he rolled it between them, pinching lightly,

before she got her first good taste of him. She ruffled a hand through his hair, the

girls did it nowadays - but still, this was his prudish stepsister. Then he reminded himself that if he learned nothing else from today, it's that

hand working a breast, Chris used the other to spread her beautiful lips. When he saw her clit he realized how she'd gotten off so easily before. It was bigger than most he'd seen. He'd actually found it, so that was one indicator. Half the time, Chris had never really known what he was doing when

at her. "Has anyone ever done

his surprise, she actually looked nervous. His hand on her breast moved to her nearby hand and they clasped each other tightly.

to know he was there for her. Despite the distinctly sexual acts of the day, he felt a formidable closeness with Laura that hadn't

her clit straight on, then

Laura talk like that before. His

able to see straight up her shirt, along her smooth tummy to

felt like the luckiest guy in

minutes of circling, swirling, and flicking, Chris decided to change things up again. So he clamped his lips entirely around her clit and, gently

his lips around her clit. Even through the pillow he could hear her squealing, and her grip on his free hand became so tight he thought she might break one of his fingers. As he alternated between sucking on her clit and blowing on it, he began to

her chest heaving as she breathed. She was panting into the pillow. He knew she was close. He decided to crank it up another notch as he brought a

rigid and tense, her back arching up away from the bed, her hand bending his fingers back in ways they weren't supposed to bend, making him wince painfully. He could hear her

her clit and slowly withdrew the second finger, leaving the first to gently bring her down from climax. By the time her back came down to the bed, a three minute long orgasm had passed and she was exhausted. She threw the pillow away and, eyes closed in bliss, took his face in her hands and pulled him up to her, planting a warm, gentle kiss on his lips. She could

care.

it?" he asked. He knew the

Her eyes blinked open and they were half glazed over with lust as they bore into his. "I owe you big time." She pulled him down beside her on the bed and set him on his back. She kissed him again, their tongues dancing once more. Feeling the softness of her tongue in his mouth made him