Homecoming

Marc lifted Chelsea's chin and kissed her deeply. One hand went up her spine and he held her in place as the kiss deepened. He thrust his tongue, hungrily, demandingly, into her mouth. As Chelsea began to kiss him back, the hand that had been on her chin trailed slowly down her neck.

As it arrived at her collar, Marc moved it to the side and down farther until he cupped her pert tit. He squeezed it and as he broke the kiss, said, "Spend the night with me."
 
She smiled at him. "It's not a school night, so I thought it was already implied." Chelsea bit his bottom lip. "I just need to get my things together." She wanted to wait till Chaz got home to give him a piece of her mind... But she didn't want to hang around for Kaden to come back. She had a wierd feeling today wasn't the end of things.
 
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He kissed her behind the ear and whispered, "Hurry, I must stink."

Marc hoisted her up to her feet and grabbed her hips before Chelsea could walk off. Leaning forward he kissed her right in the middle of her ads, a tight cheek on each of his. "Unles you want to take up for a shower first.:
 
She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a wicked smile. "A shower might be a good idea... You do kinda stink," she teased. "Don't want you getting my car seats all sweaty and musty."
 
Marc followed Chelsea closely his hands caressing her ass about every step. His eyes never wavered from that most delicious sight as they climbed up the steps to the second floor. He paused at the linen closet and pulled out 3 towels and a wash cloth, which he deposited in the bath.

"Hurry up," he urged as he stripped out of the running clothes. Dropping them into a pile he started the water and got it to temperature
 
Chelsea giggled as he continued to fondle her up the stairs, only ceasing to grab towels.

She locked the door behind them before she stripped her clothes off, dropping them in a pile next to his. She stepped into the shower behind him and kissed his shoulder as she rand her hands over his back. "So impatient..." she commented.
 
Marc cupped her ass in his hands and said, "If you had a cock and saw a body like yours, you would be impatient too."

He kissed her deeply while aiming the shower head at the back of her head. Breaking the kiss her massaged her scalp as the water pelted her, soaking her hair. Marc took shampoo and put a dollop in the palm of his hand and said, "Turn around."

He put his stiffening cock in between her ass cheeks and started washing her hair. He kissed her ear and asked, "How many times have you imagined this? Here?"
 
"Hmm... Too many times to count," she admitted, closing her eyes as he slowly massaged her head and worked the shampoo into a lather. She sighed, a soft smile coming across her lips. "I could get used to this."
 
Marc flexed his ass cheeks, driving his cock up a couple inches along the crack of her ass, "Me too."

He rinsed her hair before lathering up another dollop. He continued to move his hips back and forth, causing his hard member to slide between her ass cheeks.

As he rinsed her hair again, he grabbed the base of his cock with his left hand and slide the head from anus to clit and back.
 
A soft moan escaped her as he lathered her hair up again. She'd probably have fallen asleep if they aren't in the shower... And he weren't teasing her. The redhead leaned forward a touch as he finished rinsing her hair again, placing her hands against the shower wall. "What now?" she asked, glancing back at him with an innocent smile.
 
It was right there in front of him, how could he resist the temptation especially when she seemed so willing to give it to him.

Marc grabbed the conditioner from the shelf and discharged some just above her anus. "Well, now that you ask," he said as he pulked a little down to her to rosey bud and pressed in a little.
 
She was expecting it, but Chelsea sucked in a breath at the intrusion as the head of his cock popped in and her muscles immediately, involuntarily contracted around him. She took several more deep, calming breaths. "Slowly," she requested breathless. "I haven't done this before..."
 
He almost lost it knowing that not only was she willing to let him take her up the ads, but that he was the first, and only in his mind, one to be there.

He nudged forward and back a little at a time. It seemed like forever before he was buried balls deep in her, but, once there he sighed happily as he waited a moment for Chelsea to fully adjust to the intrusion
 
Her breathes came in short shallow bursts with each hand small thrust he made. He stretched her, and it stung a little, but surprisingly not as much as she had ever expected.

Finally his hips rested against her ass, and he paused. It no longer hurt once her body adjusted to the intrusion, the sensation replaced by pressure and a feeling of fullness.
 
Marc grabbed the conditioner and as he pulled his hips back applied a new coat onto his shaft. With the head barely inside her sphincter, he slid forward again. He set a nice slow and steady pace, his hips coming back and going forward on a four count each way.

Her ass was delightful to see and he let go of her hip and slapped it. A soft swat getting it to jiggle a little. He slapped the other cheek with the same force as the first one.

"Play with your clit baby, tease yourself to an orgasm with my cock up your ass."
 
She cried between heavy breaths and her body couldn't decide between pain or pleasure as he slowly started to move again, and a gasp came from her in response to each smack of his hand against her ass. She hesitated at his words, feeling slightly dirty for a moment, before slipping her hand between her legs and rubbing the sensitive nub.
 
Marc paused a moment as Chelsea cried out, but as she began playing with her clit he started again. His thick cock slid slowly back and forth, vacating then occupying her ass. It was a surreal experience and Marc at least was happy for the opportunity.

"Faster babe, work your fingers faster," he urged
 
She did as told, moving her fingers faster, applying a bit more pressure. She moaned, her legs began to tremble. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced before.
 
Marc grabbed Chelsea's hips holding her up and sliding her up and down his length. He could feel her fingers working their magic on her clit and her body beginning to react to it.

Part of him wished they weren't in the shower so he could drive into her during her build up, but he also wouldn't change anything that was happening, "Yes, baby," he cooed, "Like that, fun for me."
 
Chelsea fought to catch her breath. "Marc!" she gasped. She came harder than she ever had before. If it weren't for him holding her, fingers biting into her hips, surely she would have fallen.
 
It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Marc had never really given much thought to the emotions involved in making love, but it was certainly different than fucking.

He pulled put if her ass, his hard cock resting against her, and Marc held Chelsea until she regained her strength. He kissed her and whispered, "I love you."
 
Slowly her breathing came back to normal, heart no longer pounding. Her legs still trembled slightly as she stood. She smiled against his lips, his words still making her heart skip a beat. "Love you too." The water had started cooling and she shivered a little.
 
Marc quickly washed Chelsea's derriere and his cock then shut off the water, "Hopefully no one came home while we were In here."

He could imagine Chas' face and chuckled at the thought. "And tonight? We need to eat, skipping dinner again will kill me."
 
She laughed a little. "You're worth it."

She stepped out and grabbed two of the towels he'd retrieved from the linen closet. She handed him one before working on drying her hair and twisting the towel up into a turban. "Not my fault, you decided to turn the hot tub into a wave pool," she teased.
 
Marc smiled, "There You are wrong. "

He turned her toward the mirror and said, "See Her? No heterosexual male could help himself if she was naked and willing around him."
 
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