They kissed again, rubbing and gyrating together. "I still think we ought to go up to our room," she said.

"Your tits are begging to be sucked."

"Don't change the subject."

"I already did."

Lowering his head, he closed his lips over one succulent nipple. She grabbed his head and held him against the soft mass of her tits. She sighed when he worked his tongue over one nipple and then the other. She felt her pussy grow wetter when he sucked as much of her tit into his mouth as it would hold.

"You win," she said. "Oh, honey, did you mean what you said about the table?"

He captured her nipple between his front teeth and bit down lightly. "Sure, babe. Does it turn you on?"

She giggled. "It will be fun. Oh, Steve, do it now!"

"What's the hurry? Let's take our time." She tangled her fingers in his hair. "I guess if someone walks in we can run upstairs."

"You worry too much."

As he kissed and licked her tits, he groped with the buttons on her jeans. Soon he peeled her jeans down her legs. When they lay around her feet, she stepped out of them.

Now that she was down to her panties, he pulled her against him. "Anyway, hon, your folks said this is our home too. They said we should do whatever we'd do if we had our own place. They want us to be happy, baby. And I'm real happy right now."

"Me too. Take my panties off, baby. I want your hands on my pussy."

He tore her panties down and pulled her naked body against him. She felt the beat of his cock through his clothes. She pressed up against him hungrily, grinding her cunt against his crotch. She opened his belt-buckle, unzipped his jeans and dragged the garment down to his ankles.

He was wearing no shorts, so when she straightened up he pulled her against his strong naked body. She dropped to her knees before him and pressed her warm cheek against his belly.