Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 16

Holding her stepbrother's throbbing cock in her hand, her thumb running over the powerful vein on its underside, Laura knew they were going to have sex.

It wasn't a preference or desire - well, it was that, too; it was more an instinct, a primal knowledge of what was going to happen because ithad to happen. The energy between the two of them, the intoxication that soaked the air - it all hummed through her body. She was resonating with sexuality and need.

"And I love you, Laura."

The butterflies still danced in her stomach. He looked up at her with a smile as he stroked her cheek, brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. She rested her forehead against his as she took a deep breath of him.

He kissed her.

"You need a shower," she kissed back.

"So shower me." He nibbled lightly at her ear and she closed her eyes, her fingers playing in his hair. She felt his kisses ebbing down her skin, his lips against her collar bone, his tongue probing the hollow of her neck.

They were as they'd been before, naked from the waist down. Laura was still wearing her pink cut-off from earlier that morning. Chris was in the white t-shirt he'd put on after the locker room.

"Two showers in almost as many hours. You just can't keep clean."

"No thanks to you." The smile in his voice brought her eyes open and she pressed herself down on him, kissing him hard. Having let go of his cock, she now felt its heat against her thigh. It burned; she wanted it to melt inside her.

She broke away, pulling him up from the sheets with her. "Come on, stepbrother, before I fuck you right here."

His ears perked up. "I can wait on that shower then."

She laughed. "No, you can't."

His shoulder blades dug into the door as he used it to brace her. Her arms were cradled tightly between their chests, her hands holding his face. Their mouths hung inches apart. Their breaths came in quick, hungry pants. Shirts still on. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her moist lips pressing against his cock, sliding up then down its underside. Controlled. Slow. Excruciatingly awesome.

With each downward motion of her body along his, their breaths became ragged and uncontrolled. He could feel her heat at the tip of his cock, her pussy planting its own tiny kisses along his shaft. Each time she moved her hips, her lips just barely engulfed his crown before sliding back down the underside. He grimaced with restraint, eyes closed. Hers were vacant, fluttering, as if in a fugue, lost in some inner recess of her desires.

Their mouths touched and their lips made a half-hearted attempt at a kiss; their energies were preoccupied elsewhere.

But when his eyes opened and he saw her drunken gaze, he pulled her close, kissing her fiercely. His tongue ran across her upper lip. Suddenly her eyes snapped shut and she met his tongue with hers. Both of them moaning, both of them gasping for breath. "I want you inside me," she panted.

"I know."

"No you don't. Oh god, Chris, no you don't." She was almost whimpering.

The water cascaded over her hair, running down over her face as his tongue dueled with hers. Her top was soaked a deeper pink; in his mind, it made her all the more like candy. And he knew her taste.

His cock was sandwiched between their abdomens, and she wasn't sure who's heartbeat she

saw that her nipples were hard, and when she pressed back against him to attack his mouth - their naked bodies separated now only by whatever water trickled between them - his cock twitched. She felt it and moaned

you close?" she

He just nodded.

Between kisses: "Too close?"

He shook his head.

shifted herself forward slightly, and he felt the tip of

surround him. Their groans echoed together

she couldn't be sure. She felt the pressure of it up in her lungs as she struggled to control her breathing. She'd never felt this full. It was

time anything other

little further. A sudden shudder rippled through his

she breathed, her nose rubbing against his. She lifted herself off of

He just nodded. "Okay."

her towel off the rack and wrapped it around herself before hurrying

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her private drawer, the one her father didn't want to know about. She reached

"Hello?"

Laura froze.

"Laura? Chris?"

the footsteps coming up the stairs. Her mind raced. Shit, shit, shit. She quickly grabbed what she needed from the drawer and started for

"There you are."

looked up. "Becky, you scared the shit out of me." As casually as she could, she closed

before. Her long red hair hung over her

door was unlocked?" Laura asked, slightly

window and climbed in." Rebecca shrugged.

the doorknob. "No, it's fine, I'm just... in a hurry. I was going to

"Okay, I'll wait downstairs."

at home," Laura

to leave, they suddenly heard singing from

stay awake, just to heeeeare

winced, her nose curling

He was such a bad

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"Who's that?"

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