Homecoming

Was she in heaven? This sure would have been a hell of a way to go. Short bursts of ragged breaths and cries of pleasure escaped her. Her back arched as his teeth held her clit and he tortured her with his tongue. Oh what sweet torture.

Her body tensed and she felt him insert and hook his finger, finding that elusive spot that sent her orgasm crashing through her. "Marc!" she called out his name, her body shaking and quivering. She tightened around his finger, more wetness seemed to come from her. Chelsea's legs shook and she attempted to crawl away from him as he continued, but she'd lost all strength. More moans left her as she continued to ride the waves, gasping for air.
 
Marc continued licking, sucking and fingering her through out her orgasm. He licked until his face and hand were covered in her juices.

Marc crawled up her body, his aching cock wedged between them as he lowered himself and kissed her. It was a slow kiss, full of passion. "Smart, easy to talk to, beautiful, and delicious, what more could a guy ask for?'
 
Her chest rose and fell harshly with each deep breath she forced herself to take. She unclenched the fistfuls of bedding she'd held, her hands aching. Returning the kiss, Chelsea could taste herself on his lips.

Breathless, she teased, "When you think of more, let me know and I'll do my best." She kissed him again, stroking her hand across his cheek. "I could get used to this kind of dessert."
 
Marc cupped her face in his hands, staring into her eyes for a long moment. His face soft, yet somber, Marc said, "Me too."

He kissed her lightly, the rolled off her, his cock's head sticking out of the waistband of his boxers. He lay on his left side, and looked at her. "Way too beautiful, why me?"
 
Turning to her right side, she stared back at him for a few moments. Then glancing down, she saw his friend peeking out from the top of his boxers. Chelsea pushed his right shoulder to lay him on his back before moving to straddle him, her ass just touching the head of his cock. She leaned forward, her tits pressing against his chest, and red hair falling over her shoulders. "Because you deserve the best." She kissed him, biting softly at his bottom lip, before moving to kiss place several kisses along his jaw.
 
Marc moaned low and hungrily. Her ass rubbed against his cock as she kissed, nibbled and licked her way along his jaw and neck. She was still hot, wet, and slick from his attenuation to her delicious pussy.

He flexed his ass muscles forcing his cock head along the crevasse of her ass. As it bumped across her sphincter he moaned again. "Hand, Chelsea use your hand on my cock," he moaned out.
 
She gave a mischievous smirk. Chelsea's hand moved to his cock behind her and gave it a squeeze, feeling just how hard it was through the fabric of his boxers. She went back to his lips for a moment, kissing them, dancing her tongue against his, then began to work down his body, exploring with her mouth and hands. She stopped at Marc's chest, giving each nipple a few gentle bites before continuing down his stomach, her hair trailing along his skin as she went.

Slipping her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, she slipped them down his hips and legs, his cock springing up from where it had been restrained. Gripping him firmly with one hand, she stroked him up and down down for a few moments before taking him in her mouth, just the tip at first. Slowly, she moved her mouth down his shaft more, swirling her tongue around the head of his hard member. Brushing her hair from her face she looked up at him as she slowly took more of him into her mouth.
 
All he could think was, OHMOGODOHMYGOD as Chelsea kissed and nibbled around his nipples and down his stomach. When she sucked the head of his into her mouth, that was replaced with, ILOVEHERFUCKINGMOUTH.

He closed his eyes, hands grabbing Chelsea's shoulders as her mouth crept further down his cock.

His voice was not his own as he moaned, "Slow baby, go slow for me."
 
Chels smirked, well, smirked as best as she could with a hard cock in her mouth as he moaned and told her to go slow. She obliged, removing her mouth from him only to administer several slow, languid licks up the length of his shaft. Back in her mouth, she moved her head up and down slowly. She brought her head down as far as her mouth would let her, taking nearly all of him into her mouth, before she gagged slightly.

Soft slurping and sucking noises seemed to fill the room. She looked up at him again, giving a harder suck, the head of his cock 'popping' out of her mouth. She smiled up at him, jerking him off with her hand around his shaft firmly, moving up and down the length while she gave her mouth and lips a moment to rest. "Enjoying yourself?" she mused. Judging by his moans and the way his body was moving under her touch, she was doing at least a decent job.
 
Chelsea was slurping at his cock and Marc felt nothing but pure electricity ebbing and flowing in time with her mouth. His hips flexed up and down, trying to drive his cock further down her pretty throat.

Too soon, way too soon he felt the need to cum, and warned, "Soon baby, so oooooh, " before he could finish the warning his cock exploded, firing his seed I to her mouth.
 
She could hear the urgency in his voice. No sooner than when she placed her lips back around his cock did he explode, hot cum shooting into the back of her mouth. She swallowed the thick, salty fluid before popping him out of her mouth one last time, once the pulsing of his cock seemed to subside.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Chelsea moved back up to the head of the bed and laid on her stomach next to him. "How ya doing?" she asked with a smug smile.
 
Marc could barely talk, as he said, "Fucking awesome, thank you."

He caressed her face with one hand, and ran his fingers through her hair with the other. Part of his brain wished they could stay that way forever. He knew it wasn't possible, or even probable, that after the 56 days left she would do this again.

Fuck it he thought, enjoy the moments you get.

"Want to get us a beer from the fridge?"
 
The smile she wore grew at his words. She watched his face as he caressed her check, seeing the dark shadow of his thoughts show through his eyes for a short second before disappearing. What was he thinking? Her blue eyes closed as he ran his fingers through her hair. The sensation was pleasurable, but in a relaxing way. She pushed the question away for now.

Slowly she rolled off the bed and wandered to the small motel fridge. After retrieving the cold bottles and popping the tops with the bottle opener left on the dresser, she returned to the bed, holding one out for him. Sitting and crossing her legs, she leaned back against the headboard and took a long sip. Another question came to mind.

"Do you... Want me to stay the night?" She was sure he did, for certain reasons. But she didn't want to push things too fast... Not that they were taking things slow to begin with.
 
It was an amazing show, watching Chelsea pop out of bed and walk across the room twice, made even better when she crawled back into the bed.

He looked after she asked about staying the night. Nodding slowly, "Yeah, I do."

He reached over and pulled her close, then kissed her deeply. She tasted of beer and seven. He couldn't believe that didn't freak him out, but it didn't.

He kissed her again, "I will handle Chas tomorrow."
 
Chelsea visibly relaxes when he said that he would like her to stay.

Rolling her eyes at the mention of her brother, she gave a frustrated sigh. "Chas can just deal with it." Another drink of beer. "Plus Stephanie said she'd talk to him too," she added. "She's one of the few people I've met who can actually get through that thick skull of his.'
 
Marc grinned in a lopsided manner, "Won't be any getting through his head if he thinks we made love, and you know it."

He reached over and caressed her tit a moment before hopping off the bed for the bathroom . He came back with a sheepish grin. "Anyway, this isn't going how I imagined a couple days ago.

He straddled her lap and kissed her hard. "Should have gotten the room then."
 
The touch of his hand on her breast made her nipple immediately stand at attention, the other neglected one not far behind it. She didn't hide her stare as she watched him stroll to the bathroom, getting quite a delightful view of his backside.

Before she knew it, he was back and straddling her, mouth devouring hers. He was rightfully insatiable if it really had been over three years for him. She laughed, bringing her hands up to either side of his face. "This isn't going how I ever thought it would."
 
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"No?" He asked.

He leaned forward and sucked on a nipple for a moment and in transition to the other he asked, "What we're you expecting?"
 
"That... You..." God, he was making it hard to focus. She took a moment string her thoughts together. "Definitely not this." She used her left hand to gesture to the two of them, right hand resting on the back of his neck. "Never knew if you were going to come home to begin with. And I never thought I'd get out of the 'sister-zone'."
 
He stopped sucking on her tit long enough to say, "I think that was gine when you jacked me off in the lake."

He lowered a hand to her pussy and ran a finger along the slit. At the nub of her clit, he rolled it around, and said, "The real question is can I keep myself from ravishing you."
 
A snicker escaped her at his mention of the lake. The chuckle turned into a gasp as he rolled her clit around. She probably would have jumped off the bed if he weren't on top of her. "I'm not going to stop you," she admitted breathlessly, leaning her head back against the headboard.
 
Marc slid his finger down her slit, and found her wet, and hot. Spreading her legs, her moved between them and stared at her for several moments. Then he yanked her flat by the ankles.

She was spread before him. The succubus that had haunted his dreams the last couple nights. She was his for the taking.

Laying on top of her, he propped up and guided himself to her opening. Pressing his hips forward, the head pierced her core. "Are you sure?" He asked

Before she answered, Marc began short thrusts, and bit by bit impaled her with his cock.
 
She let out a yelp of surprised and a giggle as he yanked her ankles, causing her to fall flat on her back. Chelsea stared up at him, feeling him guide his cock to her opening. He didn't even give her time to answer before he started short thrusts into her pussy. Did she need to answer at this point?

Pulling Marc to her, she kissed him firmly, deeply. "Yes," she whispered against his mouth, pushing the small voice of caution to the back of her mind.
 
Marc sighed as his balls hit her anus, fully buried inside a very tight pussy. She was no virgin, but she also wasn't active and it felt like it had been a while for her.

He hooked her knees with his elbows and grabbed her upper arms, rolling her up into a ball. Thankful beyond belief for the blowjob a few minutes ago, Marc raised his hips slowly, then fired them straight down, filling her in an instant.
 
She squirmed as he entered her completely, adjusting to him. Chelsea gave him a curious look as he balled her up, a position she'd never been in before, or knew existed. "What are you...?" Then moaned as he impaled her again, feeling even fuller if that were even possible.
 
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