Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 18

Each movement of the towel was slow and delicate, as if they were drying fine china after dinner. They took their time. She started at the top, fussing with his hair, making it stand straight up, then out to the sides, then fluffing it into a fuzz ball.

She worked down his chest, stepping in close to plant small kisses along the line of his jaw as the towel moved lower to his abdomen. Then, both of them grinning, she dried his crotch, both her hands gently rubbing through the towel, kneading his thighs and gently cupping his balls. Then she threw the towel around his back and pulled him against her, crushing their bodies together as she slowly pulled the towel across his back, side to side. He kissed her forehead. His hands stroked her love handles.

Finally the legs, and he was dry. She smiled at him.

He picked her up into his arms and set her down on the countertop, the mirror behind her. He took the towel from her and draped it over her head like a hood, drying her hair and pecking her cheeks and neck with quick, playful kisses. They tickled and she laughed, trying half-heartedly to keep him at bay.

With the towel around her neck, he pulled her to him for a soft, long kiss. She purred against his lips. "I love you."

He smiled and nuzzled her nose then moved the towel down to her back, pulling her to him in an embrace while rubbing it over her smooth skin. She rested her head against his shoulder, enjoying the soothing backrub. The towel was huge, and she felt small and safe wrapped in his arms. She felt his hands through the towel as they moved over her shoulder blades down to the small of her back and up again. They came over the sides of her shoulders and down her arms. He took her hands through the towel and squeezed then moved under her arms, massaging the edges of her hips and ascending the curves of her torso to her breasts. She smiled with a sigh as he fondled them, the softness of the towel accentuating his touch. When he rolled her nipples between his fingers, she bit her lip and moaned softly.

She leaned back against the mirror, looking at him as his hands moved over her chest. He was standing between her knees and she could see his cock hanging there. Just seeing it made her blood rush a little faster, and she smiled to herself, her eyes looking up into his with a mischievous grin.

"What?" he asked.

She didn't answer. Instead, he watched one of her hands slide overtop her thigh and between her legs. As she began fingering herself, he looked back up and saw that her eyes had never left his.

He brought his hand down to hers, but she stopped it, holding it against her thigh. She shook her head, still grinning.

"Come on," he gently urged.

But she just shook her head again. "You can owe me." She sat up and kissed him, tipping forward into him, her arms sliding around his neck. She was so forceful he began to lose his balance. He stumbled, breaking the kiss, and caught himself. They were both laughing.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

She batted her eyelashes against his cheek.

"So." He resumed toweling her off. "What are we gonna do about Becky?"

She scratched her head in mock thought. "Hmm, what are we going to do?"

He moved the towel between her legs and her eyes fluttered shut briefly. He saw this and hesitated, moving the towel slower and in small circles. Her hand went to stop his again, but this time, without as much conviction. He kept making the circles. Her eyes kept fluttering. He felt his cock stir.

"You can collect right now, you know," he said.

She let out a slow breath and looked at him ruefully. "You're bad."

"And you like it," he said proudly. She giggled, then let out a sharp gasp as the fur of

around her clit just

have to figure out

Becky thing? What Becky thing? I don't know about

laughed and it mixed with another tiny gasp. "Stop, you horny

hips writhed back against the mirror and he had her

wrist, but her hold had relaxed and was no longer fighting him. Every so often he felt her squeeze when he hit the right spot.

Becky's downstairs...

closer, kissing her nose.

his neck, into his hair, pulling him to her lips. "Why?" she asked between kisses. "So she can... watch us fuck? 'Cause that's exactly...

to his loins, and he was again

you, you're fucking me.

figure out how to get

stop, maybe we

you'd cum, maybe

his shoulder. She was simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She pulled herself to him, clinging. He felt her arms tremble against his shoulders, her ragged

"What'd you say, stop?"

"God no!"

and whispered in her ear,

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"Yes..."

want me

She whimpered. "Yes..."

fuck you until

through his chest

Do you want to ride me on this

him as her

feel you surround me

want that. Yes." She was husky and

"You close?"

"Yes."

"Too close?"

hard thickness between her fingers made her bite her lip hard, and she thought she was going to come just from holding it. She slid forward to the edge of the counter, guiding him

"Inside me."

knew he wasn't fully recovered and was in no danger of blowing a load any time soon. So he slowly pressed against her, feeling his cock begin to

behind him, ankles locking. She thrust him into her, and suddenly he was buried to the hilt. He