Not that I'm complaining...

Carla's hands dropped to the fly of her own jeans, and the pants immediately fell to the floor, along with a pair of panties that I could have sworn were nearly transparent with arousal. I saw a soft streak of moisture along Carla's thigh as she again climbed atop me her hands grabbing at mine and pressing them against the bed.

"I want you..." Carla taunted against my face, and I could feel her wetness against my thighs and my cock. She was right there and... fuck I was falling off the bed.

"Carla," I grimaced. "Can I move this to the center of the bed."

"GAAAAH, practicality always ruins a good scene," Carla rolled her eyes and released me, allowing me to easily scooch backward so that my head lay against a pillow and I was fully on the bed, no longer just awkwardly half off and half on.

"Ok... aaaaaand, back to it," Carla laughed suddenly, lunging back onto me with a grin. Her hands again grasped at my wrists and she held me down, running her body over me. "Now... should I tease..."

Carla's soaked body pressed against me, right where I knew we both wanted it. She was hot, warm, and very much active on me, her pussy lips kissing at the shaft of my cock just right. I rotated my hips, seeking entrance to her body, but she held back, merely planting soft kisses at my lips and chuckling at my every attempt as she continued to stimulate herself against me.

"Fuck I want you," I moaned, as my cockhead felt the caress of her pussy for a moment. It hadn't gone inside of her, but the feel of her pussylips parting around me was undeniable before she had pulled off and wiggled on me again.

"Join the club," Carla grinned, her teeth coming down to bite at my neck as her body continued to caress me. I wanted to take charge here, to roll her over and just take what we both wanted, but Carla seemed to be enjoying the game more. Again I felt her pussy sliding up and down, moving to the right position before teasing me with the promise of penetration. Just as soon as my hips would come up, she'd tease me by moving away, then back to the position.

"I want to make this last..." Carla purred as I pushed up again, this time to her pushing back. The feel of her body around me was incredible as my shaft pressed her pussy lips apart and delved into the tight embrace of her channel. I could feel her body tighten almost painfully hard at the penetration, and she nearly screamed in pleasure as she should against me, her hard nipples pressing into my chest as I pushed in harder, her pussy contracting around me as I felt more of my shaft disappearing into her body.

"Fuck... Don't move Brent," Carla groaned as her body shook against me. "Doooon't...." She panted as I ignored her and began to slowly pump my hips up at her. The motion brought a gasp and a moan to her lips as I felt her starting to shake again, her hands on my wrists tightening almost painfully hard.

"Brent... Fuck... I... tell me..." She panted, dropping onto my fully and releasing my hands, she began to slowly move her body against me, still trembling as I moved my free hands to her hips and helped her move.

"Tell you what?" I whispered.

"Tell me..." She whispered again, either not hearing, or not wanting to respond to the question.

"I love you," I said, grinding my hips up at her as she moaned happily.

"I knew that..." She laughed quickly, before continuing to grind down on me. She seemed a little more cognizant now, and she leaned back, engulfing me more fully with her hands on my chest. She was now on her knees, and riding me nicely, her hips tilting back and forth to bring exquisite feelings to us both. "I love you too, but I'll give you your lines next time..."

"There are lines?" I asked, the smile forming on my lips. "That joke makes sense now."

"There's a joke about that?" Carla panted, grinding down harder and fast. "Just don't make me laugh while I'm coming, I may explode."

"Ah, just reminds me of the joke about getting the role of a Scottish Husband in a play," I snickered pumping up at her faster. Dammit, I didn't... try to think about dumb jokes, try not to concentrate on the fact that your wife's twin sister is bouncing on your cock right now and... goddamn it...

"I don't get it..." Carla grimaced, tightening against me again.

"I would have preferred a speaking part," I smirked, allowing my fingers to drift over her hip to the juncture of her legs where we were connected. My thumb slid down to rub at her clit, and she both laughed and groaned in pleasure simultaneously.

"That was TERRIBLE... How long have you been a dad? Must multiply with the number of moms..." She moaned, biting her lip as the motions of my hand and cock combined to bring another spasm of pleasure to her, which I could easily feel and enjoy. "Just don't you dare ask me if I've come, I hate it when you do that. You fucking KNOW I've come..."

"Fuck... Carla, I'm..." I tried to concentrate on her words, but the actions of her pussy and her body against me were bringing me very close.