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 lot

her hips against his. She reached for the waistline of his pants and began to unbutton them, but before she could open the fly and free

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.

her legs, and she understood his "fee". He wanted to taste her before she got her first good taste of him. She ruffled a hand through his hair, the other playing with her other breast. She spread her legs to allow

find that her pussy was shaved. He thought maybe he shouldn't have been - a lot of girls did it nowadays - but still, this was his prudish stepsister. Then he

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,

up at her. "Has anyone

her nearby hand and they clasped each other tightly. "Don't be nervous. I don't know what to expect either." She seemed to relax a

know he was there for her. Despite the distinctly sexual acts of the day, he felt a

her clit straight on, then swirling it, then running his tongue the entire length of her slit.

heard Laura talk like that

tongue, he looked up and was able to see straight up her shirt, along her

the luckiest guy in the

again. So he clamped his lips entirely around her clit and, gently sucking,

rotating 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 slip a second finger in. She moaned desperately, white knuckling the pillow. He could

the more she thrust. He could see her

ways they weren't

kissing 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 taste herself on him, but

care.

it?" he asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted

"I. Owe. You." 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 remember the lick earlier