Rae

He went after Rae, wanting to find out if he needed to go to the store at all during their week long stay. The pantry was off to the side of the kitchen in a small room with large shelves and a small sofa. Why there was a sofa in there he didn't know for sure. Glancing back to the kitchen, he exclaimed in his head. From the sofa he could see the stove.

The chef could sit in here comfortably and watch the stove instead of going from the living room to the kitchen all the time. Nice. Rae was looking at the canned food when Daniel walked in. She ignored him at first, moving a few cans around to see the ones in the back.

"Rae," he started, sitting on the sofa, "I want to talk about what happened in the car."

She turned, brushing her red hair out of the way. "What's to talk about? You denied me, like you did when we first met." She was bitter.

"I was dating your sister!"

"Not yet!" She said loudly. "You met me first at the mall and then saw her."

That was true. "I'm sorry. I was just blinded by love. "She rolled her eyes. "Sure," she muttered, going to sit beside him. She tossed her legs up on his lap, closing her eyes. He didn't know if this was a plan of hers to make him feel guilty or not. It was working though.

He froze, unsure what to do. He was never good at romance or flirting. In fact, he wasn't the one that asked Tessa out. She asked him. However, he knew that she wanted something.

Glancing at her tan legs, his member started getting hard again. He placed a hand on her calf and ran it up and down her leg, enticing a moan from her. He was fairly good at giving massages. His hands got bolder the longer he massaged her legs. One hand traveled up to her thighs and she shifted, letting him access her better.

She was wearing loose fitting shorts which gave him a look to her underwear. His erection started straining against his jeans again. As if on their own accord, his hand went in her shorts and pushed aside her panties. His fingers slipped in with such ease that his dick twitched in the confides of his jeans. She was wet and ready. Swallowing hard, he focused on her.

Moving his fingers around, she closed her eyes, mouth open with pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out faster, making her grunt in time with his hand thrusts. He leaned over her, closer to her face and lifted her shirt with his free hand. She was wearing a bikini top. He pulled a breast out and started suckling on her nipple as his hand continued to thrust into her hard.

One of her legs were completely off the sofa, lifted and wide enough that he settled himself between them. Her hands found his zipper and unleashed his erection. Springing out with joy, it stood at attention, waiting. She lifted her hips and he quickly took one leg out of her shorts so he could access her. Shoving her panties aside, he removed his hand and quickly shoved himself into her.

He sunk into her with a groan of pleasure, panting as he let her nipple go and looked into her eyes. Her brown eyes were glossed over with lust as he felt her wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper into her. Burying his head into her chest, he started moving faster than his hand did. He latched his mouth onto her breast and bit down on her other nipple. Crying out, she ran her fingers through his hair as she let herself go.

When her walls tightened around him, he closed his eyes, trying to hold out a little longer. He didn't want this to end yet. Not knowing that she felt this good, he wondered why he didn't do this nearly twenty years ago. He slowed himself down, but every thrust was hard, full of anger.

He was angry at himself for doing this. Angry at her for teasing him in the car. Angry that it took this long for him to know how she felt. When he couldn't hold out anymore, he gave a couple more long hard thrusts into her before he released with a long groan of pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, still inside, unable to move for a moment, panting and sweating.

Her hand was still in his hair, stroking it gently.