Home Sweet Home

“So, you think they really liked me?”

“Are you kidding? They loved you. My little sister is obsessed with you. ”

You wrap your arms around my waist and rest your chin on my shoulder.

It’s a relief to hear you say that. I’ve been terrified of meeting your family for weeks now, but… I think it went okay. Actually, it was better than okay.

Your mom is so sweet. Oh, and that tres leches cake she made was to die for. Your dad, and your sisters too, were really welcoming. I guess I don’t know why I was so worried to begin with. I just…really like you and really want your family to like me.

“Really?”

You reach around me to grab a dish towel and flash me a crooked smile. You take over dish duty for me.

“Totally. And my sisters hate washing up, so you scored big points there.”

“At first, I was worried I was talking too much. And then I thought I wasn’t talking enough. And then - ”

“You did great. They love you. Not as much as I do, though. ”

You finish drying the last couple of dishes.

You look tired. I guess I am, too. After the three-hour drive from the city and socializing all evening with your family, I’m definitely ready to hit the hay.

“Time for bed?”

“Please. It’s been such a long day.”

What was that? I look up at the ceiling.

“Oh. Walls are really thin in this house. Everyone can pretty much hear everything.”

“Better not talk any more shit about your sisters, then.”

You lead me to the staircase with an arm around my waist. I follow you down the hall to the door on the left. I think your room is right next door to your parents’...

“Lotta trophies you got here. Oh, wow, second prize in the middle school talent show, huh? Please tell me there’s a video of that somewhere. ”

“There is and you’ll never, ever, ever see it if I’ve got anything to say about it.”

“Fair enough.”

I pick up a small frame with a photo of you in grade school.

“Bold haircut choice for a ten year old.”

“Okay, okay! You’ve seen the embarrassing photos, the trophies. Are you satisfied, now, hm? ”

“Yeah, I suppose so. I won’t be happy until I see baby photos, though. ”

Our shoulders brush together and I lay my head on your shoulder.

Mmm, you smell good. You’re wearing that perfume I got you for Christmas.

I lean forward and brush my lips against yours. You lay a hand on my thigh. I pull away to look at your face. I bite down on my lower lip.

“We shouldn’t. Someone might hear us.”

“You’re right. We definitely…shouldn’t… ”

“Someone really might hear us…”

“Not if we’re quiet...”

Your tight black boxers look so sexy. I love that you wear such masculine underwear. I pull your boxers down to your ankles and help you step out of them. I push your legs further apart and look into your eyes as I lean forward and push my tongue into the warm folds of your pussy.

I lick at your clit, drawing circles around it with the tip of my tongue. Your hand tangles in my hair at the back of my neck and pulls me closer. Mm, I can feel you getting wetter.

“Oh, fuck…”

Your grip on my hair gets tighter. I lick through your folds a few times before sucking on your clit.

“Shit…yeah, right there.”

My pussy clenches. I love making you feel good. I slide my hand beneath your shirt… all the way up to your breasts. I take one of your nipples in my hand and squeeze. Shit, I should have packed our nipple clamps…

“Fuck, yes, baby…keep going.”

Your hips forward and you grind your pussy into my mouth. Oh my god, yes, face fuck me, please…

“You like eating pussy, baby?”

“Mmhmmm.”

“Yeah? Does it make you wet to eat me out?”

You’re good at keeping quiet, but I’m definitely going to have a problem with that if you fuck me, which, you better. I pull my face away and come up for air.

“Please fuck me.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you? I don’t think you’re finished down here yet. ”

You push my head forward and my mouth is pressed hard against your pussy again. Fuck, I love when you get bossy. There’s something so hot about having to stay quiet…

Your hand falls away from my neck and you motion for me to get up. I step out of my jeans and shoes as I do.

You get up and grab my hips, spinning me to face the wall that connects your room with your parents’. Damn, you’re feeling bold. You know how loud I can get during sex. I lean forward and place my hands gently against the wall. Your breath is hot on my neck and I feel the heat from your pussy up against me. Oh, fuck, I need you to fuck me…

“Please, please fuck me…”

You slide my thong down to my ankles. Two of your fingers slip between my legs. You teasing my entrance with tiny little touches…

“You’re wet, aren’t you, baby?”

“I’m so wet for you…”

“You have to be quiet. Think you can do that for me?”

“I’ll be quiet for you, I promise…”

You rub my clit in slow, light circles.

Your fingers move faster and faster over my clit. You slip two fingers up inside of me and thrust. Fuck, this is so hard. Oh my god, oh my god, I can do this. I can do this.

Your free hand jerks upwards to cover my mouth with an open palm.

“Shhh...”

This must be turning you on so much: forcing me to be quiet while you fuck me. Mmm, god, I love when you control me like this. Your fingers pump in and out of me…harder and harder. I wish we had our strap on, but neither of us brought any of our toys this weekend. That’s okay, though. You’re really good with your hands.

You drop your hand from my mouth.

“Bed. Now.”

We stumble back to the bed. You guide me down onto my back and lay with one leg in between mine. Your fingers slide inside me once again, this time fucking me hard and fast. I press my face into a pillow.

My pussy clenches around you and my hips jerk to meet your fingers and bring you even deeper.

“More...”

“Three fingers? You must be really fucking horny… ”

You insert a third finger inside of me. Oh, fuck, yes, that feels incredible!

I sit up onto my elbows to kiss you, but you push me back down into the bed.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Your pussy. Fuck, fuck! ”

You slide your fingers back over to my clit.

“Oh! Oh my god! ”

I wrap my arms around your back and pull you impossibly close. My nails dig into your back and I bite down onto your shoulder to stifle my pleasure.

“C’mon, baby, you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”

I rock harder and faster against your hand. My clit is fucking throbbing!

“I'm getting close!”

“Cum for me, baby.”

Your fingers work my clit so fast…so fucking fast, oh my god, oh my god…

“Cum for me. Cum, baby.”

Oh my god…

I slowly sit up and gently guide you down onto your back.

“My turn.”

I draw my hands slowly down your arms. I grip your wrists and bring them up above your head. I hold you still, pinned against the sheets.

“What should I do with you, hm?”

“Mmm…fuck me from behind, that’s what you should do.”

“Yeah? That’s what you want? ”

“Yeah, that’s what I want.”

You flip over onto your stomach and stick your ass out towards me. I run my hand down back…over your ass…and feel your pussy from behind.

“Oh…wow. You’re fucking wet. Is that all for me? ”

“You know how much it turns me on to fuck you –”

I shut you up with two fingers deep inside your pussy.

I fuck you with slow…teasing thrusts. Each time I thrust in, I drag my fingers across your g-spot and apply pressure.

“Oh, fuck...”

I clap a hand over your mouth, just like you did to me. No wonder you were having so much fun forcing me to be quiet.

“Shhhh. Be quiet, remember? ”

I glide my hands over to your clit and work it nice and slow. I know that’s going to drive you fucking crazy.

I pull my hand away from your mouth and drag my nails down your back. I work your clit faster…and faster…

You were already so wet from fucking me, I don’t think it’ll take much more to get you cumming all over my hand. I shift my fingers up inside of you again and resume fucking you with hard, fast pumps. It takes a lot of clitoral stimulation to get you off, but I know you like to get fucked in between.

“Okay, baby, you’re going to be good and cum for me now?”

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah!”

I draw fast, tight circles around your clit. I slap it a couple of times with a little force.

“Right there! Keep going, keep going! ”

I work it faster and faster…as fast as I can get my fingers moving…

Your forehead rests against my chest for a moment as we lay together.

“Fucking hell...”

Your head lifts and our eyes meet. You look fulfilled and exhausted - and maybe even a little nervous.

“You think anyone heard us?”

“Hope not. If they did…I think it was worth it. ”

“Oh my god. You’re ridiculous. ”

“So, are you glad you visited home with me for the weekend?”

“Yeah. This trip made me more excited to visit my family next month. Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll bring you along with me.”

“Hope your family’s got thicker walls than mine.”