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 cover 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.

"Con," 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 the towel wrapped around her clit just right.

"Nooooo," she moaned, "we have to figure out this... Becky thing..." "There's a Becky thing? What Becky thing? I don't know about a Becky thing." He grinned.

She laughed and it mixed with another tiny gasp. "Stop, you horny fucking little perv boy." "Yeah, but I'm a perv boy with a big cock," he said, pressing deeper with the towel, covering more of her moistening sex. Her hips writhed back against the mirror and he had her pinned. She was powerless against him, surrendering to his persistence. And he was getting harder with each rub of the towel.

Her hand was still on his 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. He tried hitting them more.

"But seriously... Becky's downstairs... we should..." He moved closer, kissing her nose. "Maybe we should invite her up." Her hand moved up his arm to 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... what we're doing... after she... leaves..." He felt a powerful surge to his loins, and he was again at full staff. "I should probably check my schedule." "Fuck you, you're fucking me. Mmm! Chris..." "So let's figure out how to get her to leave." "If you'd stop, maybe we could." "If you'd cum, maybe I'd stop." Her other hand weakly pounded against 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 breaths along his neck. "Don't stop," she moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop..." "What'd you say, stop?" "God no!" He smiled and whispered in her ear, "You want more?" Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "Yes..." "You wantinside you?" She whimpered. "Yes..." "You wantto fuck you until you can't cum anymore?" She could feel his words through his chest as she clung to him. "Chris, yes." "Right now? Right here? Do you want to rideon this countertop?" "Yes, yes, yes!" His other hand stroked her shoulders and the back of her neck, holding her to him as her trembling intensified. "I could just pull your forward, press my cock to your hot pussy, feel you surroundas I slide deep inside." "I want that. Yes." She was husky and moaning.

"You close?" "Yes." "Too close?" "No such thing." Without warning, one of her hands suddenly grabbed his cock. Feeling it's hard thickness between her fingers made her bite her lip hard, and she thought she was going to cjust from holding it. She slid forward to the edge of the counter, guiding him to her entrance. She could only manage two words.

"Inside me." He didn't need to be told twice. He knew he wasn't fully recovered and was in no danger of blowing a load any tsoon. So he slowly pressed against her, feeling his cock begin to slide into her folds.

She let out a deep, guttural groan of need. Her legs kicked up behind him, ankles locking. She thrust him into her, and suddenly he was buried to the hilt. He knew the feeling, the warmth surrounding him, but it was Laura's warmth this time. He was completely without words.

When she felt him plunge into her, so deep and so electrifying, she toppled over the edge of her orgasm, her breath catching in her throat, bem eyes squinting shut. She felt the explosive release, and her breath escaped without voice, just air as she held herself to him, her hips moving on their own, her muscle spasms milking him from base to tip, the contractions fluttering over every inch of his cock. He had no idea anything could feel this good. "Holy shit," he moaned. "Ohhhhhh my god."

As her climax began to subside, her voice cback in frail, tiny gasps, and her hips slowed and settled until she was again sitting still on the edge as again of the counter, his cock deep inside. Her head rested against his shoulder. Eventually, she cback down and looked at him with a lazy smile of appreciation. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. "Best stepbrother ever."

They were both catching their breaths. A fine layer of sweat had gathered along her forehead. Piem e. wiped it off with the towel, then framed her face in his hand, looking her over serenely. "So beautiful." She glowed. "So. About Becky." She giggled softly, cuddling against his hand. "Right. About Becky." "We could just cclean, you know." She looked up at him quickly. "Or not," he shrugged.

"You could play sick in my bed until I cand revive you." "Isn't that a bit obvious?" "Joe gets migraines." He raised an eyebrow. "Joe? That's the best you could cup with?" "I know. How bad is that." He had to smile at her. He brushed her hair from her eyes. "Nah, it's fine. But she'd know it's me." "Not if the windows were pulled and you were asleep under the covers." He tilted his head at her. "You think you can pull it off? It'd be your show." She smiled and closed her eyes. "I can pull anything off right now." She gave his semi- hard cock a gentle squeeze.

"God, I can't wait to fuck you senseless," he said.

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