Chapter 5: Empty House Ecstasy

Karen’s car finally disappeared down the driveway, the engine fading into the morning quiet like a distant sigh of relief. Lila stood at the living-room window in nothing but Ethan’s oversized white t-shirt, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs, her bare pussy already tingling with the knowledge that the entire house was theirs. No footsteps upstairs. No sudden door clicks. Just the low hum of the fridge and the pounding of her own heart.

Ethan came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against the curve of her ass through his boxers. “She’s gone till tonight,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “All fucking day, baby. You’re mine.”

Lila shivered, turning in his arms. Her nipples peaked against the thin cotton as she rose on her toes to kiss him—slow, deep, tongues tangling like they had all the time in the world. His hands roamed down, cupping her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh, then sliding between her legs from behind. Two thick fingers parted her slick folds, stroking lazily up and down her dripping slit.

“Already soaked,” he groaned against her mouth. “Such a greedy little pussy.”

He walked her backward until her ass hit the kitchen island, then lifted her onto the cool granite in one smooth motion. The t-shirt rode up; she spread her thighs wide, heels hooking on the edge, offering herself completely. Ethan dropped to his knees like a man at worship. His breath ghosted over her glistening cunt, making her clit throb visibly.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice reverent. “All pink and shiny for me.” His tongue flattened against her, dragging a long, slow lick from her entrance to her swollen clit. Lila’s head fell back, a broken moan spilling out, loud and free now that no one could hear. He licked again, firmer, circling her clit with the tip before sucking it between his lips. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling, stroking that perfect spot while he devoured her like a starving man.

The wet sounds were obscene—sucking, slurping, her juices coating his chin. Lila’s hips rolled, fucking his face, fingers twisted in his hair. “Ethan—fuck—right there—oh god I’m—”

She came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his head, pussy gushing onto his tongue. He didn’t stop. He licked her through every pulse, gentling only when she whimpered from overstimulation, then started again—slower, loving, building her right back up. By the time he rose, his face was shiny with her, eyes dark with lust.

He stripped off his boxers, cock springing free—thick, veined, the head flushed dark and leaking. “On the table, baby. Ass up.”

Lila turned, laying her chest on the cool granite, arching her back, presenting her dripping cunt and tight little asshole. Ethan stepped between her spread thighs, rubbing his cockhead up and down her slit, coating himself in her cream. Then he pushed in—slow, inch by inch—until his hips met her ass and he was buried to the hilt.