Playing Married House Game III

Kael lay pressed against Kelly in her bed, his chest snug against her back, his arms wrapped tight around her waist. They stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing slow, the room dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows on the wall.

Then Kelly stirred, shifting her hips slightly, her voice breaking the quiet. "One last thing, then," she said, low and teasing.

Kael smiled, his lips brushing her hair, the strands tickling his face. He slid his free hand down her side, fingers tracing the edge of her T-shirt where it hit her thighs. He slipped his hand under the hem, palm flat against her warm skin, moving up slow until he cupped her breast. It filled his hand, soft and heavy, and she stretched under his touch, her body lengthening against his.

He caressed her gently, thumb brushing her nipple, feeling it harden under his palm, stiffening into a tight peak. She sighed soft, pressing back into him, and he shifted, propping himself up a little, reaching across to her other breast. The T-shirt stretched tight over it, and he rubbed it through the fabric, fingers circling her nipple, teasing it firm.

"Take off my T-shirt," Kelly murmured. She sat up quick, the blanket falling to her waist, and Kael grabbed the hem, pulling it up over her head in one smooth tug. Her hair caught in it for a second, then fell free, dark and messy over her shoulders. He tossed the shirt to the floor, it landed with a soft thud near the chair and they lay back down, her naked now, skin warm against his.

He ran his hands over her body, starting at her shoulders, sliding down her arms, then back up to her breasts, cupping them both, squeezing gently. Her nipples pressed into his palms, hard and hot, and she rolled toward him, her side brushing his chest.

Kael slid his right hand lower, over her stomach smooth, flat, until his fingers reached between her legs. Her pussy was wet already, slick under his touch, and she turned fully onto her back, spreading her legs wide, knees bending up. The blanket slid down further, pooling at her thighs, and he ran his finger over her entrance, feeling her juices coat him. He brushed her clit, small, swollen and rubbed it slow, watching her face, her eyes half-closed, lips parting with a soft breath. He shifted onto his left elbow, leaning over her, and bent his head to her nearest breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it, wet and warm, and she gasped loud, her hand grabbing his shoulder.

"I want your mouth on me," Kelly said, her voice thick with need, her fingers tightening on his arm.

Kael pulled back, sliding down the bed, the sheets rustling under him. He positioned himself between her legs, knees sinking into the mattress, her thighs open on either side of his head. Her pussy glistened in the lamplight, wet and pink, and he leaned in, pressing his tongue flat against her clit, licking slow at first, tasting her, salty, sharp, familiar. He slid his right hand under her, fingers slipping into her pussy, pushing in deep, her walls tight and hot around him. His left hand went under her ass, lifting her up, pressing her harder against his mouth, his tongue working her clit, quick flicks now, then long, slow drags.

Kelly's hands moved to her breasts, fingers squeezing her nipples, rolling them hard, her moans filling the room, soft and breathy. Kael kept going, his finger pumping inside her, his tongue relentless on her clit, and he could feel her getting close, her thighs tensing, her hips twitching up.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed, her voice shaking, and he curled his finger inside her, pressing a spot deep, firm, slick making her jolt. She arched off the bed, her back bowing, and her orgasm hit hard, her whole body trembling, her pussy clenching around his finger, juices flooding his hand.

He flickered his tongue over her clit fast, drawing it out 'til her moans turned to whimpers, her legs shaking, spent.

Kael slid his finger out slow, wiping it on the sheet, and climbed back up, lying on top of her, his chest pressing her breasts flat. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, her skin sweaty against his, her breathing ragged under him.

She recovered slow, her hands sliding up his back, then pulled him higher, her mouth finding his chest. She kissed his nipple, lips soft, then sucked it hard, her tongue swirling around it, wet and warm. She moved to the other, licking slow, and Kael groaned low, his cock stiffening fast in his shorts, a small wet spot forming where precum leaked onto her stomach. She smiled against his skin, her teeth grazing his nipple lightly.

"I want you in me now," Kelly said, her voice firm, needy, her hands pushing at his shoulders. Kael rolled off her, and she shifted onto her side, facing away, bending her right leg at the knee, lifting it up. Her pussy opened to him, wet and ready, and he pressed himself close behind her, his cock hard against her ass through his shorts. He shoved them down quick, kicking them off under the duvet, and guided his cock to her entrance, sliding in smooth, her heat swallowing him, tight and slick. She turned her head over her shoulder, her lips seeking his, and he kissed her deep, tongues tangling, her breath hot in his mouth.

The bedside lamp glowed soft, lighting her face—eyes half-shut, mouth open, a mix of pleasure and something raw, almost pained, washing over her features. Kael started moving, thrusting slow at first, his cock sliding in and out, her pussy gripping him tight. Her earlier sucking on his nipples had him wound up, his balls already heavy, and he picked up speed, his hips slapping her ass, the bed creaking under them. Kelly moaned into his mouth, her hand reaching back to grab his hip, pulling him deeper, and he fucked her harder, urgency building fast.

It didn't take long, her wet heat, her tight pussy, the way she'd worked him up and Kael groaned loud, his cock pulsing as he came, spurting deep inside her, thick and hot. She gasped soft, her body shuddering against his, her pussy clenching around him, milking every drop. He kept moving a second longer, slow thrusts, then stilled, their bodies locked together, sweaty and spent.

Kael reached over her, his arm stretching across her chest, and clicked off the lamp, darkness flooding the room, just the sound of their breathing, heavy at first, then slowing. He stayed inside her, his cock softening, their skin sticking where they touched. Kelly sighed, her head settling back against his shoulder, and he tightened his arms around her, the duvet warm over them. They drifted off like that, her body limp in his grip, the quiet house wrapping around them as sleep took over.