Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Crazy

If you think it ends with some stair sex, you are sadly mistaken. I mean, seriously. We are the horniest people in the world. There are horny toads. I'm not sure if these toads are horny. I mean, I know that are all rough looking and that is probably why they are called horny toads, but if they were horny because they fucked like, well, horny toads... Then we are horny toads. Because stair sex is the beginning of all kinds of sex. And we have hours to burn.

"Where are you going?" Derek asks as I stand up and pull my pants up.

"I told you I was thirsty." I tell him with a nod as I head upstairs. I was already thirsty, and post-coital, I am like an animal. Post-coital, I could drain the biggest body of water in the world. Blame it on the cum that pours out of my body, rendering me dehydrated.

"I know you are... Want a drink?" Derek asks with a smile as he rubs his flaccid cock.

"Not of that. And If I did... You aren't even close to ready." I giggle as I walk away. I mean, it has been all of maybe five minutes and he is ready for fuck round two.

"Oh, I can be ready. I can be ready now if need be." He tells me with a big nod. I think he may be right. The boy can rise to the occasion, and when I say rise... I mean rise. Like a high rise building. Like a cement pillar. Steel erection. He sure as hell gets it up.

"Sure." I taunt him. At the moment, I want to egg him on. I want to see if he can. Even if I already more than know that it is so possible. I quickly walk up the stairs. My legs are still quivering as I take step after step in post coital bliss.

"A little shaky, are we?" He laughs as he follows me. He can see it. I can feel it.

"Hell yes, I am shaky. You just fucked the life out of me." I whisper loudly as I walk. One thing about me... I am loud. I talk loud. I whisper loud. In other words, anyone in the house probably heard me say it. One thing I can do, fuck silent. If need be, I can remain completely silent.

"And I am ready to do it again." Derek tells me with a grin as he spins me around and pushes me against the counter. He grasps my ass cheeks tightly and stares into my eyes. I think he has a problem. He seriously does have a problem.

"You are screwed in the head. You know that, right?" I ask with a giggle. I am just as screwed up, but I will never admit it. I would rather remain in my famous state of denial.

"I do. And I want you to screw my head." He tells me with a smile. How can I deny that? I cannot. I cannot stop myself. I have to. Have to.

"Drink." I tell him frankly. "I uh... Need a drink." I tell him as I try to pull away from his body that is pinning mine.

"Stay here." He says as he walks to the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water. I stay at the island countertop and watch as he walks back to me. "Here." He says as he hands me the water and kneels down. I feel his fingers play at my pajama pants. He quickly rips them down and lifts me onto the counter.

"What are you doing?" I ask in shock as I feel my ass on the cold counter. He quickly spreads my legs and smiles.

"Getting my drink." He tells me with a smile as his head disappears into my bush. Luckily I trimmed that shit. He would have gotten lost down there. He is a jungle adventurer and a good one at that. As long as he uses his compass and follows the clit, we are good.

"Oh..." I moan as he slides his tongue into my vagina. No teasing. Now he is tasting. I take a long sip of my water as he dives in and out with his long tongue. "Oh...god..." I giggle as I looked down at him. I can smell my own aroma filling the air.

"Clit time." He says with a smile as he looks up at me and licks each of my pussy lips. His smooth tongue is divine over my soft lips. I take another sip and he moves to the spot. I know my clit is well hooded at the moment and he will have to coax it out. He knows just how to do that.