She fists the duvet and arches up into me with her head thrown back. Fuckin’ gorgeous!
Pulling the top of her dress down to expose her breasts, I lean down and capture a nipple in my mouth. I slip my hands beneath her. One against her back to keep her arched and one against her bottom—then I start to rock against her and watch as she clamps her mouth shut and starts moving with me.
Moving to her other breast, I massage her nipple with my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and feel her hands slip back into my hair holding me in place, against her.
“Oh God…I’m going to come,” she hisses.
She isn’t the only one.
I move my hips a fraction to the left and watch as she shakes apart in my arms—gasping and groaning in pleasure. As she starts to get too loud, I release her breast and capture her lips with mine—taking her shouts inside of me. All the while I’m praying for sanity because my balls feel like they’re on fire. She surprises the fuck outta me by catching me off guard and flipping me to my back.
As she straddles me, I try to catch my breath, which is impossible with her rocking and grinding against me, while shoving her hands into her hair and throwing her head back. She’s a beautiful vision. The girl I’ve fallen in love with is a sexy nymph. Her breasts are swaying, her nipples begging for my touch.
Releasing her hair, she peels my shorts away from the head of my cock and runs her fingernail between the leaking slit, causing the fire inside me to hover, ready to release. I reach out and roll and pinch her nipples between my fingers. She shoves her chest towards me as she reaches behind her and places her hands on my knees to keep her balance.
Ahhh…I’m going to come…
Rearing up on the bed, I grab Mara and wrapping her up in my arms, I suck her nipple into my mouth. She comes again, sending me with her—white-hot jets spurt out between us, coating my stomach and Mara’s dress, between her breasts—everywhere.
Fuck me!
Still quivering with our climax, Mara bites me on the shoulder before pulling slightly away from me; with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on her face.
“We made a mess.”
I close my eyes from the sight of my come between her breasts—her magnificent breasts.
“We need to get cleaned up… You’re kind of a mess.”
Chuckling, I meet her gaze. “We both are. Thanks to me.” I turn her so she’s on her back on the bed. “Stay there.”
Rolling off the bed, I shove my dick in my shorts and yank my jeans up so I can walk, and quickly make my way to her bathroom. Grabbing the washcloth, I clean my chest before sitting on the john to remove my boots, jeans and shorts. I’ll have to go commando until I can get home. Cleaning my cock, I pull my jeans and boots back on. Grabbing a clean cloth, I walk toward the bed unable to help the smug smile that I know is hovering on my face.
“Are you going to clean me up or stand there staring at me all day?”
“I’d love to do both.”
Sitting beside her, I run my finger through my cum and rub it around her nipples, which harden under my touch. “I’ve marked you—much more enjoyable than peeing on your leg.” I burst out laughing.
Joking aside, it’s hot seeing her covered with a part of me, but we’ve pushed our luck so much right now, that I quickly clean her up before helping her out of her dress.
“Give me a minute to get changed,” she says, giving me a quick kiss before slipping from the bed.
Getting up myself, I smooth her bedding out so it doesn’t look like we’ve just taken a tumble in the sack and pull my tee shirt back on. Thank god, I’d taken it off.
Lying back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, I start to drift off to sleep when I hear the bedroom door open.
As casual as I can, I open my eyes and see the startled look on Sarah’s face, but I catch a smile on their mom, Cindy’s, face before she hides it from Sarah.
“See. We aren’t allowed boys in our rooms, but Mara has one in hers.” She turns and confronts her mom.
“Sarah, stop acting like you’re five years old. Donovan isn’t a boy.”
“Um, excuse me? I was a boy the last time I took a leak,” I say to the room at large.
Cindy rolls her eyes. “You’re not a boy, you’re a man so you’re allowed.” She winks before turning back to Sarah. “Haven’t you still got company on the back porch.”
“Humph!” Sarah whirls around and stomps downstairs.