Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 25 He held her leg higher and pressed his face between her thighs. She gasped quickly and her breath caught in her throat. He was licking her so deep and pushing up against her so hard, she had to stand on the tiptoes of her remaining foot.

Her eyes fluttered open briefly. She saw the outline of the window next to them, the full moon hanging in the sky behind a dead tree, its branches black and bare. The snow of the front yard glowed. Through the ecstasy of his tongue, she heard music floating in on sunseen breeze beyond the glass.

She suddenly felt his other arm scoop up her other leg, and she was completely on his shoulders. Her hand in his hair grabbed his head and pushed him deeper between her legs, both for desire and balance. They looked like one body, shrouded in the shadows of the corner.

The moonlight barely grazed her face as she turned upwards toward the ceiling, small, ragged gasps escaping her lips. Chris looked up her body, at her perky breasts beneath her sweater. He could see her diaphragm spasm with each breath. His tongue moved down from her clit and dove into the moist folds of her cunt.

Laura nearly yelped but caught herself. Instead her eyes squinted shut tighter and she bit down on her lip. She could feel it building inside her, a tornado spinning her insides upside down.

Her thighs wrapped tight around his head and Chris felt her body go rigid. Her shoulders pressed against the wall, her hips pressed down onto his mouth, and he tasted her juices as they flowed. He lapped them up, his tongue driving deeper and fluttering inside her quivering walls.

A quiet but high-pitched squeal eeked out of her and crescendo'ed into a deep purr that he felt through her entire body. Her legs quivered against his shoulders.

Chris heard the basement door open. Suddenly Laura gasped and tensed again, and he leapt up from his knees and covered her mouth with his hand. She bit into his palm unexpectedly and winced. Her eyes were still screwed shut and she was trembling. She was being hit by another orgasm.

As she shook against him, Chris listened as footsteps cinto the kitchen and stopped. "Fuckin' A." It was Simon. Chris heard him walk over to the microwave and open it. That was when he smelled it.

They'd burned another bag of popcorn.

Simon's footsteps went back down the hallway toward the back door. He heard it open and the footsteps move outside.

Chris breathed a momentary sigh of relief and looked at Laura. She'd stopped biting him and now just breathed heavily over his hand, her eyes still closed. He gently brought his other hand between her legs and her eyes opened, looking right into his.

He smiled and took the hand at her mouth away. "Sorry." She shook her head, still in a daze. "Don't be." She was so drained she was barely above a whisper. He quietly helped her step back into her jeans and underwear and pulled them up. She made a face. "Squishy," she said.

He kissed her forehead. "That was for earlier today." Laura just leaned against his chest, arms around his waist. "My god, that was insane." She looked up at him. "We could've been caught." "We almost were." She smiled and her eyes lit up. "When I heard the basement door open, the thought of someone finding us like that..." She trailed off and he felt her shiver slightly against him. "Fuck, that was awesome." Her hand slid between them and into his pants, grasping his hard shaft. It was hot to the touch. "And so is this," she added.

Before he could respond, they heard the footsteps cin again from the back door. Chris took her hand and led her to the window, then quickly walked over to the other one. "You're right. It is a full moon." Simon rounded the doorway as Laura nodded. "Told you." "Watch out for werewolves," Simon said. He shook his head at Laura. "How do you burn two bags of popcorn in a row?" Laura blushed a little, but it was barely noticeable in the moonlight. "Sorry, I got... distracted." "No more pot for this one." "Boo that," Laura said. She looked at Chris. "I'm finding this to be quite an enjoyable substance." There was no way for Simon to know how much the smiles between the stepsiblings communicated. He just motioned Laura back into the kitchen.

"Then letshow you how to pop a bag of popcorn. Correctly." Laura rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. As she followed Simon she pointed at Chris. "This is all your fault." He nodded. "And I'm okay with that." Chris awoke suddenly on the couch. It was still dark beyond the living room windows. He blinked a few times and checked his watch. Christ, it wasn't even four o'clock yet. He couldn't remember when he'd finally passed out. It felt like he hadn't slept at all.

Something stirred against him. It was Laura, snuggled against his chest. He couldn't see her as much as he could smell her. Her hair tickled his neck; when he ran his fingers through it, she shifted in her sleep, her leg wrapping around his.

Brief flashes of the night before cback to him. Jim Bean, Cuervo, Absolut. And then the psychotropics. No wonder he felt fried. His eyes burned, the center of his forehead throbbed. He swallowed and his throat felt scratchy. He was dehydrated and on his way to a hangover.

As gently as he could, Chris slipped out from beneath Laura, crawling over the back of the couch and landing not-so-gently on the floor. When he peeked over the cushions, he saw her still sleeping. He kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Chris had been to Simon's house enough times to be able to navigate it with his eyes closed. So it was no problem for him to make his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. He also found the aspirin in the cupboard above the stove. Three aspirin are a great way to fight off an impending hangover.

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She snuggled deeper into the cushions and pulled him down to her, wrapping her arms around him from behind. With her hands clasping his, he felt safe.

Outside, a flash of lightening was followed by a distant rumble of thunder.

The rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic. Her tiny little breaths against the back of his neck sent goosebumps rippling down his arms.

"Cold?" she asked softly.

He said, "Happy." Her grip tightened over his hands, and she lazily kissed his neck. He smiled and nuzzled back against her. Her arms tightened around him, sliding underneath his and around his waist. She pinched one of his nipples, making him laugh.

"Hey now." "What..." she said lazily. Again, she kissed his neck, but this tit was slower, more deliberate. He felt the wetness of her tongue against his skin briefly. "You tired?" His eyes were closed. His chest felt heavy, and every breath took him that much closer to sleep. "So tired." One of her hands slid over his jeans and pressed against his cock. "So tired?" He couldn't help the smile. "Babe, I feel really gross right now." "But guys always want sex." His eyes opened. Sex? He rolled over to face her. One of her eyebrows was raised, and she was smiling expectantly. "Sex, huh." She shrugged playfully.

He looked in her eyes. "You're still high, aren't you?" 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!

She nodded happily. He sighed. "I am so jealous." She laughed, then covered her mouth with the pillow. He took herhand and leaned in. She instantly accepted him, her leg pulling him in. Her tongue found his and they danced. She poured herself forward, rolling toward him.

He leaned back, breaking the kiss.

She tried to pull him in again, but he m stopped her. "Not kissing you just now was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. If I start again I won't be able to stop." Her smile glowed. "Gooood," she purred.

"No," Chris said, shaking his head. Her smile disappeared. She looked confused. He touched her cheek. "I want to remember you." "What are you --" "Look, once we've had sex, we can do it stoned, we can do it drunk. But our first time..." He paused, staring into her, and he found her smile return a little. "I don't want to be hung-over for it," he said, gently. "And I'm reeeeeally fucking toasted right now." She started laughing. "And you will be too in a couple of hours." Her smile was back, though she was trying to hide it now. She looked up at him from under dark strands of hair. "Maybe," she agreed.

He nodded and said, "So, I want to really remember our first time." She was nodding with him. "I want to be conscious of every fucking sensation."

She giggled excitedly and snuggled feather kimgain the against him. "That sounds nice." She kissed him on the lips gently, them kissed Then her tongue feathered his lips. He drew back and saw her cute Cheshire Cat grin. "I had to try." Then she covered her face with the throw pillow and moaned into it. "I'm just so horny." Chris looked at his watch. Just after three thirty. He glanced out the padoors to the deck. "How high are you?" "Asksomething philosophical." "Is the glass half empty or half full?" She looked at him quizzically. "There's a glass?" He smiled. "Wantto help with your horniness?" She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling conspiratorially. "What'd you have in mind?" He looked back out on the patio. She lifted herself up on her elbows to follow his gaze. When she saw what he was looking at, her smile was magic. She looked down at him excitedly. "Ya think?" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1