Homecoming

Chelsea slid her leg over his lap as he lifted her off him and move to sit next to him, shimmying the skirt to her uniform back down over her hips and legs.

"I know." She kissed him softly, tenderly, brushing her hand across his cheek. She smiled slightly, studying his face, his eyes. Chelsea wasn't sure why or how she went from the 'sister zone' to this. A tiny piece of her, way in the back of her mind, wondered if this was just a cruel joke.
 
Marc opened the door and chambered out of the suv then helped Chelsea out. They headed to his room, hand in hand.

Life was, at that moment, as perfect as he could imagine. Chelsea wasn't the person he had thought who would be by his side, but until a couple days ago that role was filled by an amorphously generic female.

Now all he could see was Chelsea.
 
"I need to head home in a little bit," she said softly as he closed the door behind them. "I figure school nights would be better for me to not stay here... Less chance for me to want to cut class."
 
Marc opened his mouth, then shut it. He nodded in agreement, "Makes sense to me."

He took her in his arms and kissed her, pressing her against the door. His hands roamed down her sides until he could cup her ass cheeks. "I think you should find me after you finish your homework. "
 
Chelsea looped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss. "I already... Finished it all... Earlier..." she said between kisses. Technically she needed half a page more for her rough draft, but she could easily work on that between classes. "I don't have any of my stuff anyway."
 
Marc gathered her skirt in his hands until he could feel the flesh of her ass. He sighed as his fingers spread her cheeks a little.

The temptation to rip the cheap polyester dress off of her was nearly overwhelming. His kiss became more urgent, almost feverish. "I meant tomorrow after class," he heatedly whispered.
 
She laughed and smiled against his lips. "You weren't specific."

God, she loved the feeling of his hands on her skin. She would melt into him if it were at all possible.
 
He lifted her by the ass and carried her to the bed. He dropped her into the middle of the bed, "Lump right there we need to flatten out."

He crawled onto the bed and grabbed her ankles and kissed the inside of her left ankle. "Should have ran when you had the chance. "
 
She let out a squawk when he dropped her to the mattress, and then laughed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked down at him. "I would never run away from you." She meant it in every way. She was his.
 
Marc undid his pants and yanked them down. His cock was beginning to wake up again and as he ran his hands up her legs, his cock perked up more and more.

By the time he lowered himself to kiss her, he was as hard as he had been in the car. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit and said, "Now let's see about making you beg."
 
She laid back on the bed as Marc worked his way up her legs and body, and grinned at his threat. "Do your worst," she taunted with a giggle. Chelsea had no doubt he'd have her pleading for release, but she was going to do her best to hold back and make him work at it.
 
Marc grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled her up. He reached around and unzipped the dress. Pulling at the shoulders he bunched the polyester in a band at her waist.

He pushed her back onto the mattress and positioned himself above her. His cock rubbed against her slit, and he began working it up and down.

"Ready?"
 
Chelsea shimmied her self into a comfortable position laying back on a pillow. "Would I ever tell you 'no'?" she asked with a smirk.
 
Marc positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and pressed forward, slowly filling her pussy with his meat. His mouth descended onto hers and he whispered, "Better not, " as he kissed her.

His hips pulled back and he fired them forward, maintaining the kiss as he firmly pounced her. The head board banged against the wall with each thrust a counter sound to the wet flesh slapping sound.

He pulled back the tip barely inside her and he held the position until Chelsea raised her hips trying to take him in. The he slammed down hard, driving her back onto the mattress.
 
Her body welcomed him as always as he pushed his cock deep into her. Chelsea whimpered into the kiss when he slammed against her. Her hands roamed his shoulders and the back of his neck, gripping tighter as her arousal climbed with each pound of his hips against hers, each knock of the headboard.

Then he stopped. She waited, waited some more as he teased her. She raised her hips to try to take him in again, wanting, craving, and needing him. She was met with another strong thrust, pushing her back down to the mattress.
 
It was as sloe as he could go, teasing Chelsea with his cock, mouth and hands. Some strokes fast, others slow, sometimes soft, and at times hammering down as hard as he could.

"Chelsea, " he moaned his eyes searching hers out.

As time went by, his hips started firing firmer down into her. Harder, faster, his hips fired up and down.
 
He was torturing her. Each move of his hips, burning touch of his hands, breathtaking kiss.

"Marc," she breathed in reply, before pressing her lips hard against his.

Chelsea could slowly feel herself moving towards release as his pace quickened, each thrust coming harder. She clung to him, "Please," she whimpered.
 
Marc smiled as Chelsea whimpered please, and replied, "So close, baby."

He never altered the speed or power of his thrusts, but the angle changed with each direction. His hands grappled her part tits, squeezing, pulling, and twisting at each whim.

His mouth closed with here, a deep soft, yet urgent kiss. "Beg, baby," he whispered into her mouth.
 
"Please," she said again. "I need to come." Her hips moved under his in an attempt to keep him thrusting in just the right way. "Please make me come..."
 
Marc growled his assent and began hammering at Chelsea the desire to make her fun an all consuming force. He hooked her legs with his elbows and lifted himself up forcing her opening to point straight up.

He wrapped his hands around her throat, applying just enough pressure that Chelsea knew he was there. He began ramming his cock down into her. He pulled his hips up, cock sliding from the warmth of her core and rained down, over and over.

Marc's breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down on the loveliest face he knew. "C-c-cumming!!" He roared through clenched jaws as his cock exploded deep in her.
 
His hands around her throat made her adrenaline pump through her veins. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing, but it excited her more nonetheless. She writhed under him as she reached her own climax, moaning and whimpering as he roared his own.

Chelsea kissed his collarbone as they came back down from the high. "Thank you," she whispered against his skin.
 
Marc kissed Chelsea tenderly, his lips caressing hers as his tongue slid inside her mouth. The sheer pleasure he received from kissing her was something he was not accustomed to. Normal a kiss was a physical act in of itself, but with Chelsea, it seemed that kissing was more metaphysical.

"I should thank you," he replied, "for helping me get out of my own mind."
 
Chelsea smiled up at him, her hands slowly tracing over the muscles of his arms. "You just needed a nudge." She studied his face. "Glad I could help."
 
Marc looked down at Chelsea and thought a moment, "Is this all it is? A nudge?"

He sat up and pulled her easily with him. Her ads between his legs, her knees draped over his hips. His eyes locked onto hers as her nipples gently drug across his chest.

Uncertainty filled his heart and eyes as he stammered through, "I find more and more I am hoping, needing that you become a sustained force in my life, not a short term love tap."
 
She draped her arms around his shoulders once he sat them up, and let the words sink in for a moment.

"I didn't mean it that way..." she said softly with a sigh and slow shake of her head. "I don't want this to just be a fling."
 
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