Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 6

She moaned against his neck as she held onto him for support, her second orgasm in barely five minutes quaking through her body. "I want you inside me, inside me so much. Deep, deep, deep."

As the shudders slowly began to subside and Bono sang over the speakers, she lightly kissed Chris's neck as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh my god. That wasn't supposed to happen." He kissed her forehead in response, his hips still slowly thrusting up against hers. "I'm supposed to be getting you off."

"If there's one thing better than me getting off, it's watching you get off."

It may have been her orgasms or the music or the look in his eyes or any number of things at that moment, but when he said that, Laura felt herself fight tears. "I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." He smiled warmly, and if it had been possible, she knew she would have melted into a puddle and spilled onto the floor.

Instead, she sat up, smiling as she regained her composure. "But I still owe you."

She lifted herself off him and crawled back down between his legs, taking hold of his cock again and pumping it slowly. It was slick with her juices now and she found herself looking forward to tasting it.

He looked down at her, his mouth still open a little. His brain was still partly shorted- out by her impromptu slide-n-ride. "That was... I can't even say what that was. Incredible."

She smiled and leaned forward, rubbing noses with him. "No. You are." She kissed him, then settled back down, kneeling between his thighs. "You ready?" He nodded. "I want you to look at me the whole time."

um, where do you want

a sultry look on her face, her lips pouty and soft. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Chris." She noticed there was already

to her; so

her hand steered his cock around his mouth, spreading the fresh precum over her lips like it were lipstick. Chris was steadily making sounds of encouragement; not words, just sounds. He'd temporarily lost the ability to speak. As she licked she could taste her own juices on him, musky and strong. She wouldn't exactly label them "tasty" or "fragrant", but the scent of her pussy, combined with the sweat and precum

opened wide and stuck her tongue out, laying the head against it and pumping him from the base. The movement of her hand and

she was

the room: "... where

his groan of appreciation was so loud, that she couldn't help but giggle, discovering quite accidentally that giggling with a mouth full of cock is pure heaven for whomever the cock belongs to. She quickly grabbed the stereo remote and turned up the volume to try and mask Chris's vocalizations, then returned her hand to his. The rooms were somewhat sound-proofed, but she didn't want to take any chances. Their parents were used to loud music - that's why they'd sound-proofed the rooms.

the back of her mouth. Every time she flicked, Chris shuddered and involuntarily squeezed her hand. She'd squeeze back, covering as much of his cock with her tongue. Still pumping the lower half, she opened her mouth slightly and breathed hot air over him, more so to catch her breath, but when she saw his reaction to it, she smiled inwardly and did it some more, huffing and puffing over his

downward thrust of her head, she took a little bit more of him in her mouth

was instantly apologetic. "Oh shit, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He leaned forward and took her face in his

laughter and she caught her breath, shaking her head and smiling up at him with teary eyes. "No, it's okay. It's not your fault," she said, squeezing his hand. "Really. I just wasn't ready for

didn't even

to. Really, it's okay. Now that I