Sneaking my rebound into my childhood room [FM]

I sneak him into the room that’s mine only sometimes. Between the sheets of my childhood room, home for a break and after another sort of break. Might be a rebound but it feels so good all the same. He traces undefinable patterns on my arms and legs. He pulls his body up over mine.
I feel the warmth of my attraction and pull towards him in my stomach and then even lower. He runs his tongue over my collarbone and I feel the shivers of pleasure that appear as goosebumps on my skin. Then lower, his mouth tracing a pattern down my body that only he seems to know. His tongue parts the lips between my legs and I fist my hands in the sheets. I ride the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes over me, my head only clearing after a long moment.
When my mind clears I want more. I take him in my hand, proof of his excitement in how hard he is and how ready I am. He slides into me, slow steady strokes at first. I gaze up at him, my fingers digging into his back as I urge him to go faster and harder.
He picks up speed and again my hands tangle in the sheets. I muffle my moans and that seems to drive him to go faster. I tighten around him and he breathes harder. We drive each other over the edge… spent he falls down next to me. Light from the Christmas display outside mixes with the slats of the blinds to lay shadows across our naked bodies. Rebound or not, I feel great and I want to go again

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