“I’m sorry.” I touched her back, the feel of her skin like satin under my fingers as I rubbed her shoulder blade, not knowing what else to do. She was still wearing her bikini. I expected her to yell at me, to tell me to get the hell out. Instead, she rolled to her back and reached for me, her eyes wet from crying. When I saw that, my heart melted and I pulled her into my arms, stroking the soft gold of her hair. She clung to me, trembling, and we stayed like that for a while, the silence heavy with possibility.
“I never really liked him.” Dawn sniffed, snuggling her head under my chin. “Not any more than you like that manky Julie Entwistle.”
I blinked at the wall, swallowing but not responding. The fact was, I did like Jules. I liked her a lot. But I couldn’t say that, not now. After a moment, I felt her body stiffen and I realized she expected me to answer, to reassure her. I figured taking a different route might distract her best.
“What were you doing fucking him, then?”
“Oh I don’t know, Davey.” She sighed, lying back on the bed and putting her hands behind her head. “Why am I fucking you?”
“I guess they’re both good questions.”
“Well…” Her lips curved into a smile, sliding her hand over my thigh and settling over the bulge in my trousers. I couldn’t be within a foot of her anymore without sporting wood. “Maybe if we don’t ask the questions, we never need to learn the answers.”
“I don’t think it works that way.”
“Maybe I should just keep my mouth busy then.” She slithered down onto the floor between my legs, looking up at me with that mischievous smile. I should have stopped her but her hand rubbing the already stiffening length of my cock felt so good and the promise of her mouth as she unzipped my trousers, those eager red lips and hungry pink tongue…
“Oh hell…” I watched through half-closed eyes as she took me into her mouth, half-hard but growing with every slow suck up and down my cock. I glanced toward the door and it occurred to me that my mum was right downstairs, that she could come up at any time, calling for either one of us. The thought made my heart leap and my stomach drop. “We can’t! Dawn!”
She didn’t stop, so I grabbed onto her hair, pulling her gently off. Her lips were even redder now, after just a few moments of sucking me. Her eyes were hungry and she licked her lips, looking up at me, her smile downright wicked. “What’s the matter?”
“My mum could come in!” I hissed, glancing at the door again.
Dawn nodded, her hand moving up and down between my legs, my cock straining towards the warm wetness of her mouth. God, she could suck a cock! I wanted her. I wanted to shove that bikini top down and bury myself in the abundance of her breasts. I imagined the smooth, shaved swell of her pussy lips, sliding my cock head between them…
“Doesn’t that make it even hotter?” she whispered, stroking my cock against her tits, tucking the head between her cleavage. “Knowing we could get caught…at any minute…”
She stood quickly, untying her bikini top and letting it fall, her breasts heavy and ripe and so luscious they made me actually begin to salivate. Then she pulled her bottoms down and turned around. I groaned softly when she reached back with both hands to spread herself wide, the round curve of her arse sloping down to reveal that hot, pink cleft, the place I dreamed about at night, so beautiful I thought if I looked there too long, I’d lose myself or die. She wiggled her arse back and forth slowly, looking at me from between her legs, her face framed by the pendulous sway of her breasts, her hair brushing the floor.
“Want some of that?” It was then, when she reached between her legs and grabbed hold of my cock, that I lost it. I forgot everything else-I forgot that my mum was downstairs arranging flowers and my dad was due home any minute and I was supposed to be going on a date with Jules in half an hour. I forgot everything but the captivating appeal of Dawn’s pussy and, even if I’d tried, even if I’d made the attempt to remember all of those things, there was no way to resist when she deftly positioned me against her hole and slid all the way down onto my cock like a fireman sliding down a pole.
“Oh Jesus!” I whispered, grabbing her arse and pulling the weight of her into the saddle of my hips. She leaned back, her hair spilling over my shoulder as she steadied herself with her palms on my thighs. My hands went naturally around, cupping her heavy breasts, their nipples hard and growing harder as I rolled them between thumb and finger. The feel of my cock so deep inside of her was bliss, so good I thought I would pass out-and then she began to move.
It wasn’t a proper fuck-there was no thrusting involved. She moved her hips in splendid circles, grinding her arse down against me, making my cock writhe inside the encompassing heat of her flesh. She took my hand, moving it between her legs, helping me find her clit.
“Rub it, Davey,” she murmured, dancing around on my prick. “Faster, baby, faster! Yes…yes! That’s good!” I found the rhythm she liked, trying to keep up with her, our breath coming in short, harsh pants as we rocked together on the edge of the bed. Gasping, she slowed, digging her nails into my thighs, her hips still rocking slightly, more with the motion of my hand than anything else.
“Oh god…oh god…baby…sweet baby, yes, yes, make me come!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, urging me on, and my cock swelled inside of her at the thought of her impending orgasm. I worked at it, my fingers sliding through the wet heat of her flesh, moving across the hood of her sensitive, hidden clit, feeling her shiver in my lap. “Ummm…Ummmm…Ummmmmm…” The sound of her drove me starkers and I reached up with my other hand to grab her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple, feeling her tense and stiffen.
“Oh!” Her orgasm surprised her, and the feel of her pussy spasming around my cock nearly ambushed me into climax too. It was a delicious pull, the lure of the siren, the steady, rhythmic contractions of her flesh as she shuddered and rocked, losing her breath and finding it again a moment later in sharp gasps. She whimpered and sighed, sliding off my prick, leaving me wet and throbbing and aching for the heat of her cunt. Collapsing onto her belly on the bed, she looked over at me, now all content and satisfied.
“You are so fucking good.” Her praise made both my ego and cock swell in unison. She reached between my legs, wrapping a lazy hand around me and thumbing the tip, back and forth, making me moan.
“Dawnie, please…”
She gave me a saucy smile, stroking me a little faster. “What’s the matter?”
I groaned, trying not to think anymore about the possibility of getting caught. I was peripherally aware, my ears tuned to the sound of someone on the stairs, the squeaky board on the landing, but the feel of her hand tugging at my cock was too delicious to ignore. I wanted her-I wanted to fuck her senseless, make her scream. I wanted to come inside her so hard I saw stars and my ears rang.
“You started this.” I got up, grabbing her hips and pulling her to her knees on the bed. She gave a short, surprised squeal but her body didn’t protest. Her arse rose into the air, her pussy still swollen from her delectable dance on my cock. I slid my fingers through the wetness for a moment, taking myself in hand and pressing the head to the wet, peeking hole I ached to fill.
“Come on, Davey.” She was teasing, squeezing the muscles of her pussy against the head of my dick. “Take that pussy. You know you want it.”
That was a fucking understatement.
“You want to fuck my cunt, don’t you?” she murmured, the devilish tone in her voice taking me ‘round the twist.
“Yes!” I hissed, grabbing her arse and driving myself deep. She moaned and arched back, meeting my thrust. “Fuck yes!”