We’d told ourselves no sex while we had guests. Our bed was right over the spare room, and as evidenced by the dents in the wall, quiet sex wasn’t our thing.
But this morning you pulled me into you and ran your hands over my body, lingering on my tits and my hips and kissing up and down my neck. Pushing back was instinctive, and I shuddered when I felt how hard you were, pushed up against my back
“Just tease me a bit?” I asked, whispering to hide the moan.
You responded by pulling me against you, letting me feel your cock push hard against me. I could feel heat and wet between my legs and shuddered. Your hands pulled at me more roughly, fingers sliding between my panties and my hips, tweaking my nipples and dipping all-too-briefly between my legs. I grew restless, pushing against you and reaching behind me to feel you.
Finally, when I thought I’d have to cry and beg for more, you flipped me to my stomach and roughly shoved my panties down my legs. I felt you center yourself over me and thrust hard, pushing yourself between my legs and being rewarded with heat and wet. You covered my mouth to stifle the moan. You slowly pushed into me, gaining speed silently. My hand slid lower so I could push myself over the edge while you filled me up.