Summer Time

The lips and tongue continued their massaging of her folds, and she slowly closed and re-opened her eyes, as she felt herself starting to be overwhelmed.

"Raymond," she tried again. She positioned up just a bit. "Hey, we don't have much time. I want you up here." No effort to leave between her legs, so she said what she had in mind. "Raymond, roll onto your back. I want to get on top."

With that, Raymond did stop. He moved himself back up the bed, in a crawl to get to beside her. She couldn't help but look there between his legs, and she saw him. It was rigid again and pointed over his stomach. She took a deep breath.

He rolled over onto his back and put a hand out as if to help her. She was on her hands and knees, and she moved herself over him. He looked to her breasts and she was immediately aware of how she was hanging down. He had one hand go to her hip to steady her and the other cupped her breast. She liked how her soft breast rested in his palm, and she reacted when he gave a gentle squeeze.

She reached between them and found him with her hand. He was definitely hard, and yet again she couldn't believe she was doing this. This time though she had no hesitation. She was straddling him, and her body ached for him. She felt herself slick there, ready.

He gave a deep inhaling gasp when her hand gripped his cock. He felt hard and smooth in her hand. A brief stroke of him reminded her of his thickness. It made her flinch. She worked her hips to position him at her lips.

She felt like he slid his head in on his own, but she was having a hard time knowing what her hips did or his. All of her opening grasped him as he wedged into her. They both made noises at the sensation of him entering her again. His hands moved to cover her ass as she pushed herself down some. She clenched her eyes at the feel of him enter her further.

She was up and back down on him before he did anything. She was eager. Her eyes half-opened to look down at him. His eyes were wide watching her, and she felt very self-conscious. He was hard and deep inside her, and it was like her body was reacting on its own. She shifted up and back the length of him and all of her torso arched.

She felt completely nasty at what must have appeared to him. She was squatting back to take him inside at the same time her breasts were prominently in his face with her back arched that way. His hands cupped her breasts and she grunted at how good this felt. His hands gently squeezed and manipulated her and his fingers kept rubbing over and over her nipples.

She picked-up her pace to where it was more like she was bouncing on him. She glanced to his face again, and she couldn't help but get a lewd pleasure from a look of shock from him. They both knew she was fucking him this time. She rode him.

Waves of her orgasm started and she drew her head back further. As if in a silent scream, her mouth opened wide. His own cries of orgasm sounded out beneath her, as she felt herself writhe on him. The realization that he was ejaculating deep into her came as he pushed himself as far as he could there.

In moments, they slowed to a stop, and she found herself looking down at him, almost frozen above him. She again had that sensation of him filling her completely. He stared straight at her and was the first to speak.

"Wow. I mean... wow." He grinned broadly. "Fuck, that was unreal."

She couldn't find any words and was keenly aware when he pulsed and twtched still inside her. Between her own juices and his, she felt saturated there. They both were breathing deeply.

She still hadn't said anything when she started moving off him. She felt his eyes watch her scoot to the side of the bed and off. She stepped away from the bed, and though she felt some self-consciousness still, she also---in a wretched way---liked his continued attention.

She walked gingerly toward the bathroom, suppressing a grin when she felt soreness. Looking back over her shoulder, she let him see her grin.

"Better get on up. Your father will be home soon."