Move To The Bedroom

Emma knew there were far better ways to get off than by dry humping on a couch like teenagers in their parent's basement. She hopped off of Ian's lap and took him by the hand. She began leading him down the hallway, then stopped. "Um, I don't actually know which room is yours. Damn, I was trying to be all sexy, too."

Ian grabbed Emma's butt, kissed her on the neck, and said, "You're succeeding." Then he guided her to the correct room. Emma was pleased to see that despite the odd bit of dirty laundry piled by his closet, Ian's room was cleaner than the rest of the house.

Emma didn't waste time by closing doors or being shy. Instead she started to sexily sway her hips and slowly remove her shirt. Ian sat on the edge of his bed and watched. Emma then removed her bra, covering her breasts, and turning away from Ian, looking back over her shoulders at him.

Ian grinned, patiently enjoying the strip tease. Emma stuck out her denim covered butt, enjoying the feel of the tight jeans riding up her crack as she did, then she slowly peeled them down. Still bent over, she waved her butt back and forth, giggling at Ian following it with his head.

Then she slowly pulled her panties down. She really wished she had a sexier pair on, but these could give her the girl-next-door vibe, so she didn't fret. Ian didn't seem to care one way or the other. Emma doubted the boy noticed any underwear.

Her sex was now visible, glistening with wetness from their earlier actions. Ian stared at it like an explorer who had found the holy grail. Still bent over, butt thrust back, pussy on display, Emma playfully asked, "You like?"

Ian must have, because he ran out of patience. He moved towards Emma, gently rubbed the pale flesh of her offered butt, then started moving her to the bed. Emma stepped out of her pants and undies as she let herself be guided.

Ian gently laid her down then removed his own clothes. Emma spread her legs as Ian crawled between them. He wasn't rushing towards sex though. He lowered his head down between her legs, placing gentle bites on each thigh, then moved up to lick at her opening flower.

Emma, glad that she had showered, let herself enjoy the cunnilingus. Years back she had been one of those girls that worried about how her parts looked and smelled, but a boyfriend had convinced her that not only do most guys not care, but that most sex acts were a bit disgusting anyway, if you looked at them in the right light.

Emma writhed in the bed, pulling at Ian's sheets and letting out small moans as the boy licked her hot sex. He was talented, Emma had to say. But he wasn't about to finish her like that. Emma grabbed him by the hair and persuasively pulled him up from her pussy.

Ian saw the look on her face and took the hint. He moved up the bed, his wet smile and chin lined up with Emma's, letting her smell herself. Then he moved the tip of his engorged penis to her opening.

"Wait, should I wrap it?" He asked Emma.

She hadn't been taking her pill all week, but should be safe, at least from pregnancy. In the heat of the moment it was hard to pause and think like an adult.