smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

"Oh, we can't have that," Kathy said, crawling over him. She bent down to give him a deep kiss, breasts dragging over his chest, tongue darting into his mouth. And then she was pulling away, turning around, and straddling his hips to help guide him in.

Though, just to be a brat, she was going to try to sink down very slowly--at least unless Ezra got frustrated and thrust up inside of her. Yeah, this was supposed to be hard and fast--and it would be--but Kathy wasn't really giving her sister much thought right now.

Ezra gave her a little while to do her slow thing. It was agonizing, and good, and –– okay no he was going to let his impatience take over. And show off his core strength.

By thrusting his hips up so he was slammed in all the way to the hilt. Yes. Complete with a growl.

And he found her soft and tight, clamping down around him with liquid heat. She moaned as he rammed into her, a hungry, greedy noise that demanded more. It was wonderful when Ezra got impatient. Absolutely wonderful.

She leaned forward, giving him an excellent view of her ass, and began to ride him hard.

Her ass was fantastic, if you asked Ezra. And considering he was the one who could currently see it bouncing over his hips, he was the best person to ask.

And the fact that she was riding him hard? All the more reason for him to return the favor and keep thrusting upward against her. With growls coming from deep inside his chest. He was making an actual effort, here.

And she appreciated it!

The best part about kneeling on the bed while Ezra fucked her hard and fast? It left her hands free for other things. Sadly, it meant that he couldn't really see what she was getting up to, but he'd be able to feel it, which should help.

On hand slid down between her legs, spreading herself open so a single finger could reach down and rub against her clit. The other went further still, cupping his balls and caressing his shaft as it rocked in and out of her.

Oh, yes, this was very nice.

Ezra could tell what was happening, yes. And it was a good, good thing that made him hiss out a few appreciative curses. It was the kind of initiative he really approved of. And he had to reward that with continued thrusting.

"God, you're tight, Kathy."

That totally had nothing to do with the enthusiasm of his continued thrusting. Of course not. The way she was warm and slick and tight around him was just an unrelated bonus!

One hand on the bed for support, his other moved to rub one side of her ass. A little haphazard but very appreciative all the same.

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"And you're thick," she slurred out as her ass bounced up and down against his hips. "And oh so deep." She groaned and increased the tempo a bit faster, finger rubbing against her clit in time.

He loved hearing her talk like that. Loved it. Adored it, even. He kept pistoning up into he, again and again and again, trying to get as deep every time.

And - he smacked her ass. Just once, and not very hard. He couldn't help it, it just looked so delicious the way it was bouncing on top of him.

"Are you going to come for me, darling? Keep rubbing."

That slap on her ass very nearly knocked her off her stride. It was rather unexpected. She squealed, body tensing with surprise, and the light sting felt--interesting.

"Do that again," she whispered.

So he did it again.

Just a little harder this time. A little more assured. Did his best to time the impact with an upward thrust, too.

That squeal was a great motivator.

His hand left a red mark on her skin that faded quickly, leaving just heat behind. And accompanying the swat was a rush of pleasure--maybe a reaction to the brief sting, maybe the feeling of doing something more risque than usual. She wasn't sure--and getting fucked hard and fast was hardly the time for introspection. All Kathy knew was that when his hand connected with her skin, she gasped, followed by a moan, and then bucked her hips against him. Her arms came forward to support her weight a little better and she shifted with them, giving him better access to her ass as she slammed against him again and again.

God this was good. She could feel the edge rushing toward her and she flung herself at it with abandon.

Ezra had taken a risk, and it had paid off spectacularly. To say he was pleased would've been an understatement. Not that he was expending much conscious thought towards that because he was much too busy feeling amazing and enjoying himself.

And also making sure she was still getting fucked hard and fast because he wasn't too far from the end, either, and he wanted to get her there before he was spent. Also, after getting those reactions? He would've been a fool not to keep slapping her ass. Firm. Unrelenting.

Even Kathy wouldn't have been able to tell him how she was going to react to being spanked. If anything, she probably would have demurred with a shrug and a, "That's not my thing."

Goes to show what she knew.

By the time she came around his dick, her ass was a bright pink and very sensitive. Her head was tossed back, mouth opened wide to suck in great lungfuls of air, and the sensation of the ends of her hair hitting the sensitized skin made her gasp again. She wondered if there was a handprint there that he could see, or if it was all a uniform color. Or she would, when she was capable of abstract thought again. All she knew right now was that her ass stung and the rest of her throbbed and it was all one was of pleasure-pain-pleasure that made her sad they didn't have time to explore this further.

Wasn't really a handprint, but wasn't really just a big area of uniform pink, either. He could sort of make out the shape of his palm on there. Multiplied by a few times.

He should know. It was what he was staring at when he buried himself in her one last time as he came with a satisfied growl.

It was also what really made him want to keep her here instead of sending her off. He wasn't going to, but God how he wanted to.

Kathy would be pleased to hear that, should he decide to mention it. And, honestly, if it wasn't Sarah waiting for her, if it were just her parents, she be tempted to just say fuck it to everything and do just that.

He'd made her greedy, easy to satisfy but hard to sate, her body responding to one orgasm with Oooh, that was great, where are the rest?

You were making the prospect of going to college and fucking normal guys a real disappointment, Ezra.

"This," she said, voice shaky, "we're revisiting this some time."

In honor of that, Ezra did something non-lazy for once: he pushed himself upright into more of a sitting position, so he could press a kiss against her back.

And another by her ear. "Mmm. Someone likes getting spanked, and we will most definitely be revisiting it."

Kathy smiled at the kisses, before leaning backwards to press one to the underside of his jaw.

Which was immediately followed by a sharp nip because she couldn't resist. Much like Ezra himself, dammit.

"I don't know if I'd like just getting turned over your knee or whatever," she said. "...But I'm more willing to try it now to see."

"It's also perfectly okay if it's just an extra thing in the heat of the moment," Ezra told her, nuzzling the side of her face a little. "That's mostly my personal preference, anyway. But I also tend to find hot whatever my partner finds hot."

If Kathy had to put it to words, she'd say what he liked best was enthusiasm.

Kathy sighed, relaxing against him, her legs still spread wide over his. "Why can't I stay here like this and have you place with my nipples while we discussed trying to find other things I didn't know I liked?" she asked. "I'm still wet enough for another round and it strikes me as dreadfully unfair that I can't."

Ezra wrapped an arm around her for support. And/or some of his stray affection. He kissed her neck. "Because your sister is waiting for you, dumpling," he said. "It seems unfair to her that I should keep you here just so I could list dirty things in your ear. Play with your nipples and maybe finger you to another glowing orgasm."

He wasn't helping.

"It's my stupid sister's fault that I'm here at all," she said and if her voice and breathing were uneven, it was entirely his fault. "Some day, I'm going to have to visit and have you prove that it is possible to just fuck the whole day away. That might make up for having to cut today short."

Not that she was moving right yet. Well, at least, not that we was moving away. Her still-tender ass was rubbing against him, ever-so-slightly.

He brushed his hand over her breast because he could. "Well, you know my schedule is always open for that kind of thing. I have a lot of free days. And a lot of tricks up my sleeve."

Her nipple hardened instantly, to the shock of no one at all.

"But Ezra," she said with mock-confusion, "who says I'll be letting you wear clothes at all?"

Ezra snickered. While idly pinching that nipple because hi. "Damn, I guess I'll have to keep all my tricks out in the open, then."

Hi was an excellent reason for that. And so was the low groan that accompanied the pinch.

"You make it very hard to be responsible, Ezra," she told him in a low voice. She was still splayed out and naked and it was only the knowledge that her sister might come looking for her at any moment that was keeping her from bringing his hand in between her thighs.

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