Chapter 1 - That Darn Essay! Whoops.

“Raaaiiiin,” Maiya whines, thundering down the stairs on her toes, “this essay sucks!”

“You’d think he’d give you a break by now.” Rain shoots her a half-supportive grin, only half because he can’t take his eyes off her swaying hips long enough to finish the thought. Maiya’s got some of the tightest features he’s ever seen, and even now, two years into their relationship he can’t help but admire the way her ass moves when she bounces. Her beautiful green eyes and lovely chocolate hair are a distant afterthought.  “Two years of jerk in a row, you think you’re gonna try a third attempt at English Lit if things go upside down again?” He gracefully places his drink down on the stand next to the couch without looking away from her thick thighs and tight shorts-

-Thnnk
Spllshhh-

Gracefully.

“Snrr- did you just-”

“Shhh…” He holds a finger to his lips. “I’ll mop in a bit, first, what’s wrong?” He pats his lap, not daring to look at the mess he’ll be cleaning very soon. He has a much more important mess to take care of right now, a beautiful girlfriend mess with long legs and a frown that should not be allowed to exist..

“Nothing.” She can’t help but notice what just happened, the swish of her hips when she gets to the bottom of the steps is very much on purpose, the hands on her thighs with direction and intention. With one act she gives him permission to really stare, and she uses that distraction to slide over, doing a little spin with a giggle while crossing the distance between them. “Well, something, the freaking essay from hell from last year is back, and I can’t just submit the same thing again so I’m forced to hate life all over again like it’s a fresh experience.”

Her hands land on his shoulders, his lips rising to meet the descent of hers. She slips onto his lap while wrapping his tongue with hers and pulling it into her mouth to gently suck on. Her legs straddle his warmly, her chest pressing into him hotly and pushing him back against the couch cushion. His sturdy hands land on her sides, gliding their way down to her hips with an agonizing slowness while massaging tiny massaging with his fingers that brings about a gentle whine from her lips. “Nnnaau-” Her ass wiggles directly on the stiff meat his pants tentatively try to hide from her with an irritating success.

“Mm-” A bead of glistening saliva trails from their lips as they part, a gentle tinge of cherry tinting her cheeks in a meek line that travels over her cute nose. “-I really wish they’d switched the teacher, why do they hate me?”

He doesn’t answer directly, his hands abandoning their slow journey down her sides, to glide up her back. One stays at the small of it, rubbing there instead, the other slips up the back of her sensitive neck, his strong fingers gliding through her hair to palm the back of her head. 

All it takes is a glint in his eyes, and a single movement to have her cheek resting against his shoulder. He squeezes her, sharing his warmth, her hot breath lacing across his neck and cheek with her mournful sigh. “I just wanted a fair try this time, why does he hate me?”

“He’s jealous.” He mumbles, placing a kiss on her cheek that taints it crimson much deeper and more true than what he has for her down below could ever manage. “You’re better than he was at your age, so…”

“Yeah…” Her fingers grip his shirt, and before he has a chance to reconcile her movements it’s over his head and thrown to the winds, hers joining it in the time it takes him to blink, and her bra falling to before he can take her in.

Her fingers trail his sturdy chest and powerful muscles, a smile on her face he’d do anything to keep there. Her chest raises a little with an inhale of her breath, and he watches the way her orange sized and perfectly shaped breasts rise with a lick of his lips, taking care to admire her erect cherry nipples.

“You’re thinking of sex.” He says a bit dryly.

“Duh.”

“But-” Her lips crash against his before he can finish talking, or even start to get his ‘protest’ out, his palms palming her shapely mounds greedily while rocking against her. Tight shorts don’t hide much from him, his own pants are a much better barrier and as annoyed about them as he is, he can’t bear to take his hands away to fix that at the moment.

Luckily for him, she can. His zipper comes undone before the kiss is broken.
When it is, she’s already got him half off and slipping along his legs. “Not gonna ask?”

“Are you saying you don’t wanna have sex?” She asks, eyeing him with shimmering greens wide and puppy like. “What happened to my incredibly needy - we once wondered if we should get him a harem - boyfriend?”

“Wha-no-no.” He laughs, the smile on his red lips and the firm grasp on her chest assuring her he still finds her as sexy as the day he met her. “First of all, that wasn’t us, your friend wanted in and you contemplated it.”

“Yeah, before we realized she wasn’t as cute and good natured behind closed doors…”  She only allows her own smile to drop for half a second in memory, before she’s beaming for him again.

“Second, I’m just worried because we’re out of condoms.”

There’s a greed that shines in her eyes at that, a filling of determination, and a strange need. “Well, mister safety, you’re pretty good at pulling out of my mouth to finish on my face.”

“That’s not exactly the same.” He rolls his eyes, but his hands land along her hips nevertheless. Her waist rocks into his hands, urging him to just do it already and slip her shorts off.

“I need this, okay? This is really stressful, and-”

“It’ll have to do.” He agrees, capturing her lips and obeying her demands. Her shorts come off at the same time her fingers latch onto his boxers and pull them down his strong, overtly muscled legs.

The previously stale air is given something to renew it, both their sexes revealed to it at once. His springing to life as if it couldn’t wait another second, and hers resting there in a perfectly calculated position for the tip of his to smack into with a wet thwap.

“You know…” He mutters in between needy gasps for air and passionate entangling of tongues, “How’d I meet the only girl hornier than me?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere-” She starts, lifting her ass and kicking her shorts to the side, off her leg as it finally falls to her ankle. Her lovely nether lips are already glistening wet and dripping onto his shaft from where it’s held just a little above it.

She gives him a grin-
Her ass falling quite suddenly-
Her pussy gobbling up the needy cock in one slutty gulp-

The air held in her lungs releases itself all at once. “-Except, inside me, hehehe.”

“Hooly crap!” His eyes roll back at the sudden surge of potent feelings, dozens of ridges gripping his length, and a wonderful place inside her pressing against him. She rocks down onto him once to kiss his tip with her womb, before lifting up and pressing him exactly where she wants him to fill her eyes with the very same stars he can’t help but see. “You’ve never, haah-done that before!”

“Couldn’t.” She reminds, hands landing on his shoulders once again so she can control the now steady bounce of her ass and rock of her hips. He can’t help but piston up into her, arching his hips to meet her angle and get that perfect spot she so desperately wants. It’s not quite all the way inside her, but that’s okay, she’s got control here and she says there is where the world shines best. “Haah-fuck-the condom would tear if I went at it with that kind of force!”

“Ya think?!” He can’t help but laugh, hands continuing to grip tightly for good leverage to join her thrusts, her tits bouncing in plain view for his lusty eyes. “Gonna tear me with that kinda force, you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m, aah, continuing to pump, aren’t I?” She scolds him with an adoring smile, and a kiss on his nose he returns by meeting her lips the second time with his own.  “Haah-ooh-so-I don’t think I can, I’m gonna cum.” She admits. “Just, keep at it there, right, haah, there, don’t stop.”

“Uh-but, Maiya I’m-”

“Shhh, right there, don’t stop.” She scolds, that quirky adoring smile never dropping even a little, before she presses into his lips hard enough to gently bruise the bottom of his, pump fire into his veins, and press his head against the back of the couch.

He embraces her hips with gusto, thrusting up to match her in a new, erratic intensity. Consistent pace is important, but meeting her halfway is far more, he’ll always meet her halfway.
Always.

“Guuaa~”

“Mmuaaahhh!”

Her wavering folds don’t hesitate to milk him the moment they sense weakness.
The very moment they realize he’s twitching inside her without a barrier.
They drill him, grind him, test his grip and his willingness to protect her, even from herself.
Sprrrrrtttt-
Splllshhh-
Spppuu-

They very quickly find he’s the type to end in a county cell with her from a crazy stunt, not stop her from doing it in the first place.

“Haau-hoooly crap you’re cumming!” She gasps out, breaking the kiss to start slamming her hips down harder and harder with every potent burst and thick wad of life giving juices shot out of his fiercely twitching rod. That acceptance only makes him blast her insides harder with the rich white cream he’s saved just for her, even as his hands drop down to lift her ass and help her off, an offer she denies with a shake of her head, a tightening of her legs against his, and one final pump of her hips hard enough to slap his balls against her bouncy flesh.

He rewards her conviction with a final rope that fills her womb to the brim with a promise.

“Haaah-”

“Mmm-”

Lips connect, a lustful gaze flows between them, and for not the first time of the night their slow part allows a bead to stay connected between them. “You uh, don’t seem very worried.” He notes, smirking at her.

“Let’s just say that I have the perfect boyfriend to screw up with.” She shrugs. “I think I figured out the next part of my essay.”

“Glad I could help… Again in thirty minutes when you get stuck?”

“You know it.”