An Empty House

It was just me and my boyfriend alone in the house, and I knew what that meant. I'm one of these people that, before you have sex with someone for the first time, being alone in the house with them is a daunting idea. You have no idea what's going to happen.
This time had been and gone, and we weren't even home alone. This time, however, I'd just woken up from sleeping over.

There he was, still sleeping. One arm flung over his head, the other around me. I noticed I wasn't wearing the t shirt I originally wore to bed, but couldn't remember having ever taken it off. He must've noticed this too, because when I met his eyes, they widened at the sight of me in my underwear. That underwear. The underwear I'd text him to tell him I was buying. And now that he was seeing it up close, it was clear that he had nothing but approval.

Now, with past boyfriends, I'd never been one for morning sex. I was always at my groggiest at that time, and depised being woken up by a tongue in my throat. This time, however, I was quick to pounce. I don't know what I was feeling, but I knew I had to take advantage of an empty house, new underwear, and a boyfriend who was basically drooling over the mere sight of me.

I began with the usual plain kisses, ever so slowly running my hands through his Edward-Cullen-like blonde hair. Oh, gods, how I love his hair. Something to grab onto. I eventually started pulling him closer to me, my tongue easing his mouth open. He was up for it, of course, but I wanted to be in control. Letting a small moan escape my lungs, his grasp on the small of my back indicated that this was indeed happening.

Fuck it, I thought, I'm going for this.

I rolled around the bed until I was positioned exactly where I wanted to be; sitting directly on his dick. I pulled the bed covers over our heads, because I knew the hotter we could get, the hotter it would be. I kept massaing his tongue with mine, running my hands all over his body, and subtly began grinding on his dick. I could already feel it geting hard, nudging me through my panties. With one hand on the nape of my neck, his other slid down to cup my ass. With one swift move, he gave it a spank.

I squealed in excitement.

And another, each time it getting harder.

"You like being spanked?" I heard from the darkness.

The moan I gave when he spanked me again was his answer.
Once we were hot and sweaty, I pulled back the covers to reveal the look of pleasure on his face. I rolled over again and pulled him on top of me so is ever hardening dick was pressing against my panties. I kept one hand on his hair, and grabbed his ass with the other, pulling at his boxers, letting my eagerness be known. He took over my control, and pushed his dick into my body. I moaned again, if slightly louder. He broke my kiss and looked down at me, flicking his eyebrows up, which he knew instantly turned me on. I bit my lip and resumed the business of sucking his face off. He kept grinding on me crotch until I could take it no more. Without breaking the kiss, I ran both hands down the length of his body, and tore at his boxers. I pulled them down over his ass, exposing his dick. I could smell his cum already, and it only spurred me on. He wasted no time in sitting back and almost ripping off my panties.

He gave me that look he gives me when he knows he's about to do something I'll like. Before I knew what was happening, he buried his face in the depths of my legs, and dove his tongue into my pussy. The shock and speed of it almost made me cum there and then. His tongue ploughed my insides, in and out, up and down, I didn't know what was happening. I felt like I had Yoshi in between my thighs, the way his tongue kept darting in and out of me. Feeling his breath on the top of my legs was almost too much to bear. I have no idea how long he was down there, but it was too long. He took a break to catch his breath, and I seized the moment, grabbing his hair and pulling him back on my lips. I could taste my cum on his tongue, and I couldn't get enough.

He collapsed back down on top of me, and gave me another shock when he shoved his dick in my pussy. The initial blast caused an extremely pleasurable moan to escape my mouth. He pounded me again, even harder, and once again, I let out another very long moan. Upside to the house being empty; I can be as loud as I want. Evidently, he felt the same.

"God, I fucking love it when you moan."

So I moaned again. And again. And again.

Every time he slammed against me, I would moan even louder. Pulling his face close so I could moan in his ear, spurring him on. It seemed to work, too; with one hand on the headboard and another buried in my long brown hair, he just kept bucking into me. With my head joining his hand on the head of the bed, I had a feeling I wouldn't be leaving his house without a concussion.

My moans couldn't keep up with the speed he was slamming into me, and eventually, after what seemed like hours, it was just coming out as one long moan os pleasure. Every so often he would slow down, just so he could skim down my body and run his tongue over my chest. Taking my nipples into his mouth, gently caressing them with tongue, or biting them, just to give me a shock.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and bucked my hips up to meet his strides, pushing his dick even further into me. Filling every inch of me with his dick, and filling my head with pleasure. My head leant back in euphoria, and was quickly joined by his tongue, this time sucking my neck, running up and down the length of my shoulders up the side of my face. Regardless of where his tongue was on me, the feeling was ecstatic. He teased my ear lobe with his tongue before sliding it in my ear, licking every crevace; it was like he didn't want to leave one inch of my body untasted. When he lifted his head, and returned the favour by running my tongue up the bridge of his torso onto his neck, all the while his dick was still pounding me strong. I could taste his cologne, and I got the same feeling of licking a battery. It was like poison, but I couldn't pull myself away. My hands on the very peak of his back, pulling his further into me. I'm pretty sure he couldn't get any further.

I was getting close; I could feel it. "I'm going to cum," I managed to gasp.

"Good," he replied, "I want you to cum all over my dick."

There was a definite tone of aggression in his voice, but it was the same tone one gets when they're in an argument they know is going to lead to sex. Just hearing him say the words was sending me over the edge, and I knew I didn't have long left. He must've known too, because his thrusts were getting harder and faster. The bed springs were going wild, the headboard was close to breaking, and I'm sure the neighbours were going to put a sound complaint in. All this, and I was still moaning like something you'd see out of a film.
With one final thrust, an orgasm swept over me like nothing I'd ever felt before. Waves of pleasure ran through me, while my nails dug in his back and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

When I looked up, he simply smiled and planted kisses all over me. He collapsed down next to me, wrapped his arm around me, and stared into my eyes.

Oh, I do so love an empty house.