Top Floor to Ourselves by SyleusSnow

Rachel gasped and pulled my head close.

When I reached into her pajama shorts, she was soaked. I dipped two fingers into her slick moisture then ran them up through her folds, carefully avoiding her clit.

She groaned and angled her hips. “Oooo, that’s nice.”

I played with her between her legs while making love to her breasts. Rachel pushed down one side of her shorts while I helped with the other, and then both of us were naked.

My cock pressed against her leg and Rachel reached down to caress me, her touch soft and exquisite.

“Just so you know,” she said, her breathing getting shallow, “This afternoon I only came so fast because I was really excited. Doesn’t mean you have a magic dick or anything.”

I grinned up at her. “And I don’t usually come that fast either, just so you know. I was excited too. But your pussy is magic. All of you is magic.”

Rachel smiled. “That’s the sweetest, filthiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

We caressed and kissed and stroked each other until neither of us could stand it anymore. Rachel pushed me onto my back and straddled me.

She was almost panting with need. So was I.

The explosion of sensation when she lined me up and captured my cock in her tight molten depths was surpassed by the joy on Rachel’s face: eyebrows up, mouth open, eyes growing lidded as each inch of me invaded her.

She met my eyes with a dreamy gaze. “How can you feel this good?” she breathed, propping her hands beside my head, bringing her breasts almost within reach of my mouth. “I’m almost ready to come.”

“If you come,” I said, fighting back the rising urge to fill her again, “I’m going to, too. You feel unbelievable, Rachel.”

“Okay, okay.” She hung her head low. “We’ll… stay like this for a bit. Oh, my fuck, how can it be this good?”

We stayed still as each of us fought our urge to come. It was so hard: no fantasy matched the reality of being speared deep inside Rachel as she gazed down with such intense lust and love.

I bucked up, ever so slightly. Rachel answered, rolling her hips, stirring my cock within her in magical ways. I grabbed her hips and bucked with more force. She grunted, then lifted until only the tip of my cock spread her open, then seated herself hard with a sensuous shimmy before grinding and sliding, leaning further forward to maximize contact with her clit.

She lifted and sat, ground and slid, becoming more glassy-eyed as the flush of her face extended to her chest. The sensational fireworks she was creating around my cock slowly eased into duller detonations as I became more used to the feelings. I felt like I could stay hard for her forever.

Her motions became more urgent. I move one hand up to grasp a bobbing breast and thumb the nipple then raked fingernails across her ass with my other hand.

“Oh! Oh! Ohmyfuck, I can’t… I’m… you’re…”

Rachel sat upright, driving me as far into her as possible and arched as she came. Mouth wide, her breathing stopped as her pussy spasmed and clasped.

Watching her while feeling her inside was new. My heart swelled with adoration for her. My own orgasm threatened, but I screwed my eyes shut in concentration, clenched my jaw, and held it at bay.

She lowered herself onto me, her pussy still contracting. I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her back until her gasping breath calmed.

Rachel buried her face in my neck. “Mmmm. Okay, maybe you do have a magic dick. But I lasted a little longer that time, didn’t I?”

She squirmed. “You’re still hard. You didn’t come.”

“I managed to control myself this time. Barely. I want to make love to you all night.”

“You’re so sweet,” she said then nibbled my ear. “But I want you to come in me again. I was so turned on at dinner. You completely flooded me, you know. I sat there squirming while your stuff just kept leaking out. I was mortified, sure everyone knew, but they didn’t. It was soooo sexy having our own secret like that.”

I brought her face to mine and we kissed. She started working herself on my cock again.

Parting, she gave me a naughty smile. “How do you want me next? What fantasy can we make real?”

“I… I want to take you from behind?”

Her pussy clenched. “Mmmm. You read my mind. But don’t hold back, okay? Let me feel how much you need me. Then give me all your come.”

We threw off the covers. Rachel gripped the headboard and, leering back, widened her legs and tilted her hips, presenting herself, offering herself.

The outer lips of her pussy were swollen. She glistened with readiness, her opening slightly parted, still stretched from our mating. The swell of her ass narrowing to her waist as she leered over her shoulder was almost too much to take.

Rachel waggled her bum. “Fuck me. Take me.”

She certainly knew how to get me going. Shuffling into position, I stroked her firm ass and ran a palm between her legs. Rachel cooed and arched further.

I sawed my cock, still rock-hard and aching with need, through her slick lips, parting them and nudging against and past her clit. Rachel groaned and pushed back.

“Please?” she whined. “I’m ready. Don’t tease. Fuck me.”

Ignoring her, I teased her again, probing her hungry opening before I slipped past and through until the head of my dick kissed her exposed clit.

This time when she pushed back, I shoved into her in one solid thrust, both hands on her hips holding her in place.

“Gaaah!” she yelled, and I leaned over her back to clamp a hand over her mouth. I hunched my hips, driving into her deep and she whimpered.

“Shh,” I said. “We don’t want them to hear us. We don’t want your mother catching me fucking you like an animal, do we? Would she think I was forcing you? Or would she know you were giving yourself to me like a slut?”

“Mmmph!” Rachel said, pushing back as her pussy squeezed my dick hard. I had only guessed Rachel got off on dirty talk. It seemed I was right.

“I’m going to fuck you hard now, cousin. Because I need to. I need you. Then I’m going to fill you with my come and you’re going to take it all. Is that okay?”

Rachel’s breathing accelerated. She nodded, then let go of the headboard and lowered her head and shoulders to the bed.

“Fuck me,” she breathed.

Straightening and clamping a hand to the back of her neck I pushed her face into the bed while gripping her ass with my other hand. I withdrew my cock, marveling at how her inner lips clung and gripped like her pussy was desperate to keep me within her.

When the head of my dick appeared, I paused. Rachel rolled her hips and pushed back to push me back into her, but I held her and leaned back to maintain our tantalizing contact.

“Please!” she whined.

Finally, I sank back into her tight warmth. Slowly. So slowly it was like we melted into one being. My balls, swinging free in the cool air of the bedroom, tightened, threatening to unleash their load.

Releasing her neck, I knelt upright and gripped her hips before withdrawing then impaling her again. The feeling and Rachel’s feral grunt was so good I withdrew and did it again. And again, until I was ramming her with hard, measured strokes while she mewled and gasped.

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