Just Cum

Emma's head was down, watching herself rubbing against the lump in the front of Ian's pants. She wanted more of that lump, wanted it inside of her, but she was so close. Just a little more and she wouldn't need anything inside of her. She hadn't came this way since high school.

Ian was watching the ceiling. Or staring off in to space. Emma knew he was really just trying not to cum. Either that or she was rubbing the boy raw. If so she felt a bit bad, because she was not about to stop.

She couldn't tell if the heat between her legs was from Ian's prick, her aroused sex, or friction. Probably all of the above. Ian clenched her butt cheeks in his hands, close to hurting her, but really just turning her on more.

"Gonna cum, Em." Ian grunted.

Emma rubbed harder. She wanted Ian to soil himself, cum in his pants because of her. She pushed her ass back against his squeezing hands, letting him get all of it, then pressed down on his dick again, rubbing all the while.

"Emma-", Ian gasped, but cut his sentence short when his orgasm hit.

"Yes," Emma encouraged the boy under her, still grinding away, "Cum for me."

Ian obliged, sitting there limply as he messed himself. Emma bit her bottom lip and kept rubbing. The fact that she made Ian cum made her even hotter. Just a bit more, and then, it hit.

Emma stopped moving except for her hips. She shook violently in place, rubbing still, as her own climax took her. The couple stayed like that for several minutes, unwinding, panting, smiling.

They kissed again, a long, slow, loving one, missing any of the hunger from earlier. When Emma finally disengaged, hopping from Ian's lap, they could both see a small bit of semen has leaked through and made a tiny damp spot on Emma's jeans.

"Damn, sorry Emma." Ian said, tugging at his own wet spot on his jeans. Let me get you a towel.

"Don't be sorry," Emma said, "It's actually kind of hot."

Ian left, saying, "You're a bit naughty aren't you?"

When he returned in a minute, sporting a clean pair of pants and offering a towel to Emma, she said, "I have my moments." Then she blotted away at her crotch, cleaning it the best she could.

The two settled back on the couch, Emma curled up against Ian. They remained that way for a good while longer, then Emma mentioned that she should probably get back home.

Ian lead her to the car and they made the trip back to the lake house. In the driveway the two said very long goodbyes, neither one of them wanting to be away from the other. Then they shared an equally long kiss. Finally Emma went to get out of the car.

The two made a promise to hang out again, soon, then Emma made her way to the house. The smile didn't leave her face the whole way there.