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“I didn’t know you were going to be here,” he whispers warmly into her ear. She turns to look back up at him over her shoulder, with a look that suggests she knows he’s lying.
“Really?” she asks him, pretending to be coy. “You thought I was going to miss the chance to see all of my brother’s frat friends drinking Coors Light and commiserating about the rise of feminism? You know me better than that…”
He moves his lips up her ear to the top of her head, kissing her gently as his left hand slowly grazes up her side. His thumb traces the outline of her tit, teasing her with mock restraint. “Uh huh. Feminism…let’s talk about that…”
Gently at first, then forcefully, he circles her nipples, coaxing them hard to his touch. She’s not wearing a bra, and it quickly becomes obvious that, if nothing else, her body is responding to what’s happening.
She pushes his arm away and stares sharply into his eyes. “You’re impossible, and you’re out of line. Not here. Miles would kill us.”
He moves his hand up, placing his fingertips on her collarbone and kisses her there. “You’re right. Totally out of line. You seem to have that effect on me, though…” And he gets up to leave, reaching just below her skirt to gently graze the tops of her thighs as he walks away.
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A few hours go by before she sees him again. She’s pouring chips back in bags, sweeping the last crumbs into the trash, stacking the bowls so the space feels cleaner, without actually being so. He comes up from behind and places a hand on each of her hips, holding her firmly in front of him as he leans into her, places his lips on the back of her head.
She’s sleepy and wine drunk, and likes the idea of rewarding herself for cleaning by letting him take her from behind over the half clean kitchen counter. But there’s just no way she’s going to fuck him in the kitchen of her brother’s house while there are still party-goers stumbling around, no matter how out of it everyone may be.
Still, she hinges, bending forward slightly and gyrates, slowly, deliberately back into his hands. He presses his thumbs down her hips, caressing her ass cheeks. His right hand slides down her outer thigh and back up between her legs, caressing her thigh under her dress as he works his way up. He leans into her, tugs playfully on the corner of her panties bostancı escort and whispers in her ear, “can I take these off?”
She bends further over the table, spreading her legs subtly wider and shakes her head. “No chance,” she says, then adds “not until I tell you you can.”
His thumb slides over the lace of her panties, searching for where it feels warm and wet. He stokes her back and forth, applying varying degrees of pressure as he watches her body react to his touch. He doesn’t slip a finger into her…yet.
She presses her body back into his, rubbing her ass against his cock. He’s not too drunk to get hard, she realizes with a satisfied grin.
Slowly, his free hand traces its way up her stomach. He cups her tit for a moment, before sliding his thumb inside her dress. He twirls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger slowly, teasingly applying more pressure and then less.
She leans her head back into him, opens her mouth and sighs softly. That gives him all the encouragement he needs. He pulls the top of her dress down and brings his mouth down to her tit, alternating sucking on her nipple and teasing it with his tongue. He slips his other hand up underneath the lace of her panties and grazes her wet, warm slit.
He brings his tongue up her neck, stopping to nibble on her chin before moving upwards to her ear. “I’ve been thinking about taking you like this all night,” he whispers forcefully into the back of her head. She’s not quite comfortable enough with him yet to dirty talk, so for now she shows her approval by thrusting back on his hand and moaning softly.
She lifts her right hand from the table she’s bent against and brings it back to his leg, grazing his thigh as she lifts her hand slowly, lazily searching for his cock. She finds it, stroking up and down firmly with her hand as she brings her ass back towards it. She pulls his fly down and tries, awkwardly from behind, to free his cock from his jeans.
Eager to help, he reaches forward to loosen his belt, unbutton his pants. He shoves his pants and briefs down and his dick pops free. Hard, ready.
She traces her fingers down his shaft, lightly grazing the back of her nails along the lines of his cock. She wraps her thumb and forefinger around the base and holds him still for a moment, enjoying how bad he ümraniye escort bayan clearly wants her. She brings her free hand up to her mouth and slowly, sloppily licks it from top to bottom, bringing it down again to the top of his head, rubbing it in circles.
“You can take my panties off now,” she whispers, and he grabs the lace and rips them off of her in one hard pull. They’re warm and wet, and he presses them firmly between his hand and the base of her throat.
“Feel that?” he tells her. “That’s how bad you fucking want me.” He bites the top of her neck, just below her ear and groans, muffled on her skin so it sounds more like a growl.
“Mmhmm, that’s true,” she half-whispers. “But you can’t fuck me here.”
The floors creak — old San Francisco boards letting them know someone is coming — and she lifts her hand quickly off his cock and turns so her body is in front of him, shielding the evidence, mostly. Her wet panties are still in his hand, but he hides them in his palm and moves his hand to her shoulder.
“Well that, my friends, was a party,” her brother says with a big, goofy grin on his face. Bloodshot eyes and a Tecate in his hand.
“Yea, Miles? You have a good time?” he asks his friend as his hand moves lower down her back, to the place where he can feel the shape of her ass through her dress.
“Loved it. Every fucking minute of it. Cleaning this place up is going to be a bitch, but can’t fucking think about that right now. Huh Rose? You enjoy yourself or what?”
She looks up at him, smiles in a way that she hopes conveys, ‘yes, this party was a success.’ With the table in front of her, she can feel his hands inching up her dress from behind, growing close to the naked wetness underneath her dress. “You know I did, Miles. I’m just organizing some of this stuff a bit, then I’m going to hit it.”
She shifts her weight a little, spreads her legs ever so slightly, and his forefinger finds her wet, hungry slit. He holds it there firm for a moment and then applies just the smallest bit of pressure, ever so slightly. She shudders.
“Good, good,” Miles says. “I’m going to go see if I can wrangle up some pot or at least one of those sisters that was running around here earlier…you guys hold it down. Take care of my sister, D. Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid like kartal escort get behind the wheel of a car.”
And, in typical Miles fashion, he’s off.
“I am going to take care of you, for damn sure,” he growls into her chest, as he pulls her dress down below her nipple with his teeth. He puts his mouth on her nipple and hums as he slips his finger into her warm, wet pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” she shudders and grinds her body up next to him. “That feels so fucking good.”
He picks her up and puts her on the table, pulls the top of her dress down past her other tit, so they’re both pushed up and perky poking out the top. He goes back and forth between the two of them with his mouth, teasing her with his tongue while his fingers dig into her hips, massaging the tops of her thighs and pressing firmly into her stomach. Her whole body signals how much she wants him.
She digs her fingers into his hair and pushes his head down. “Use your mouth,” she begs.
He looks up at her mischievously. “OK,” he says, but you have to be absolutely silent if I am going to eat your pussy on your brother’s kitchen table.”
“Mmhmm,” she nods and throws her head back. And he gently places his warm mouth on top of her clit. He circles it with his tongue, slowly at first, and brings his right hand up under her leg and slowly slips it inside of her. She’s dripping.
She lets out a little moan, and he brings his head up and smiles at her mischievously. “Silent,” he chastises her.
“Please,” she whispers back. “Don’t stop.”
He digs his tongue deep inside of her and pulls it out of her slowly, then brings his lips up to her clit and hums on it softly. He brings his middle finger back between her legs and pushes just the top of it into her so slowly.
She shudders and releases the first roll of a low, slow orgasm. As promised, she’s silent, but he can feel her muscles quivering on his finger. “You like that?” he asks her.
She nods and reaches her hand down to his cock, which is still hard and poking out of the top of his jeans. “I want you. Right now, right here.”
He pulls his cock out and shoves his pants down slightly. He’s not wearing any boxers, and his dock pops out readily, unobstructed. He sticks his head at the very top of her wet pussy. “This? This is what you want? Tell me how bad you want me, baby.”
And they hear a plate drop. “Dude. What the fuck,” Miles is standing behind them, eyes glazed, but furious, with a beer bottle held menacingly in his hand. “I know you are not about to fuck my little sister on my kitchen fucking counter.”
To be continued…
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