“I would have gone with you,” he said.
“That’s sweet.”
He caught her face turning her to look at him. Stephen leaned in close to kiss her. The moment his lips touched hers, he didn’t want to stop. Her little breathy moan spurred him on. She pushed him back on the bed, kissing him deeply. Her legs straddled him as he cupped her ass thrusting against her denim-clad pu**y. Their moans filtered through the room. He grabbed the back of her head holding onto her.
“Whoa, so sorry.” They stopped and turned to see Caroline staring at them. “Dad said not to shut the door. Also, mom has your doggy bags ready to take with you for your journey home. Snow is forecast, and dad wants to make sure you both miss it.”
Caroline went to go but spun to face them. “I like you. You’re good for my sister. I always knew she was a rebel.” The she went downstairs.
Ursula was blushing. Stephen laughed when she buried her head against his shoulder. “You’re the first guy I’ve made out with in my room. I feel like sixteen again, only cooler.”
“I’m your first,” he said teasingly. “Come on. If snow if forecast I want to be home before it hits.” They walked down the stairs together. Ruby handed Ursula the bag of food. He shook all of their hands and then they were in the car on the road driving home.
“What’s your verdict of my family?” she asked.
“I like them.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I like your brothers and sister. Your dad is awesome and your mother sweet. I see where you get the talent in the kitchen from.”
“Mom always took me into the kitchen. She wanted to pass down everything she knew. Caroline hated cooking. I was the next best candidate,” Ursula said. He listened to her enjoying how much he learned about her. Her parents cared about her. The snow began to fall as he typed in the code to his house. He parked the car, and then they both ran in chuckling. Stephen followed her through to the kitchen, kissing her lips, her neck. He wanted to pick up where they had left off in her bedroom. He kissed any exposed skin he found. She pulled off her jumper, and he tore at the buttons of her blouse. When they weren’t undoing fast enough, he ripped her shirt open, scattering buttons around the room.
“I liked that shirt,” she said.
“Buy another one.” He grabbed her head slamming his lips down on hers. She melted under his touch, submitting to him. Her bra followed the torn remains of her shirt. She yanked at his own shirt, pulling it out. They broke apart for her to peel the shirt over his head. She kissed his chest, sucking his ni**les into her mouth.
He pulled on her hair to bring her back up, then plunged his tongue into her mouth claiming more of her. With his other hand, he grabbed her ass, squeezing the plump flesh. Their actions were rough and violent, both of them trying to get the other in a state of undress. Stephen pushed her back to the table, kissing down her neck to claim her right nipple. He bit down into the red flesh. Her scream of pain followed by the groan of pleasure made his c**k pulse in his pants, the tip leaking out a stream of pr**cum. He wanted inside her. Picking her up, he placed her on the end of the table.
She unbuckled his belt, pushed his pants down to his knees, and gripped his shaft in her fist. Pushing her back away from his cock, he pulled the jeans from her body in one smooth yank. The thong she wore ended up in two pieces as that went to the floor. His patience was running out. He pulled her to him with his hand on her neck. His other hand slipped between her slit, teasing her juice out of her cunt, and then he pressed two fingers to her swollen clit. She panted as he pressed two fingers inside her. He teased her by flicking her cl*t and f**king her pu**y.
“Please.” She begged him. He pressed a third finger inside her, feeling her pu**y squeeze him.
She fisted his dick, pumping the head. Her fingers ran over his slit gathering his cum, then spreading it around his shaft. He pushed her hand away. Stephen caught her hands up above her head, holding her in place.
“I don’t want you to touch me,” he said.
“I want to touch you.”
“Leave your hands above your head.”
He let her go then sat back up. She was naked, spread out on his dining room table. Stephen took her ankle and placed it on the end of the table. He did the same with her other ankles. With his hands on her thighs he spread her wide open for him to view. While she lay on the table without moving, he pushed his pants down and off his feet.
Cum leaked out of her slit. Using two fingers he gathered her essence on his finger then licked her cream into his mouth.
“You taste so f**king sweet,” he said.
Sitting down in the chair at the head of the table, he pulled her closer so he could watch her arousal. Her cl*t was swollen, and he saw the pulse of her need as he continued to watch. He stroked her thighs, feeling them tense when he moved close to her glistening cunt. Stephen fisted his shaft watching her grow more aroused. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he pulled her close using his hands on her thighs. Her scent permeated the air between them. He licked her pu**y, tasting her musky juice on his tongue. She moaned, her pelvis thrusting up. Stephen caught her hips, smashing his tongue against her clit.
He penetrated her tight pu**y with his tongue, feeling her flow into his mouth. Her moans spurred him on. Using his fingers and tongue he worked her body until she was pushing up against his mouth.
Within seconds she came apart under him, her cries glorious music to him. He played with her cl*t as he stood. She was still cl**axing when he grabbed his shaft and pressed it into her pulsing channel. Ursula moaned while he growled as her pu**y pulled him in, her walls milking his hard dick inside her.
Holding onto her hips, he surged inside her to the very hilt. He bumped her cervix, and she moaned, the sound she made a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her hands were spread out gripping the edge of the table. He would never again look at the table without imagining f**king her.
“You feel so f**king good.” He pulled out of her then slammed back inside. Her back arched off the table as he f**ked her hard and fast. Perspiration dripped off his body onto her. She stared at him, and he gazed back at her, the connection between them flowing stronger than ever.
“I’m going to spill inside you. I want to get you pregnant, Ursula. I want to make you mine.” He said the words he’d been holding back. The desperation to tell her his need for her filled every corner of his soul.
Stephen lifted her up. Her supple body was perfect against his hardness. All he wanted to do was sink inside her and never let go.