Fair Exchange

[BabyAnna]

As the door crashed open they stumbled into the house, lips already locked together, hands exploring anything in reach.

He kicked the door shut, his hands moving from her shoulders, one to her back to hold her snug against him, the other sneaking below her shirt, a first firm grasp of a warm breast, nipple pushing a strong welcome against his finger.

She responded by pushing both her arms under his t-shirt, reaching up his back and pulling him even closer, the heat from his body adding to her sexual desire. Her tongue took control of the kiss, pulsing firmly in and out of his mouth, a rapid demanding violation that he hadn't expected.

His response was visceral, lifting her and pushing her backwards onto his bed. Leaving her sat up he pulled her shirt, lifted it over her shoulders, her arms rising to let him remove it completely. As he fumbled with her bra she used her nails to tear at his t-shirt, ripples of grazed skin across his back as the fabric ripped. 

He pulled the remnants of his t-shirt off, threw them to the floor where they landed by her shirt, her bra and her skirt, which she'd slipped off while he was undressing. She leaned forward, undid his belt and yanked at his jeans. Kicking them off he resumed the close embrace, their mouths moving together, lips being nibbled and suckled, saliva exchanged.

She reached down, felt his immense excitement, a man clearly ready to give and receive pleasure, and that was exactly what she needed right now. She pulled him closer, her hips rising to meet him and he realised it was time, lifted her slightly and thrust.

Their diapers collided, a soft squidge revealing hers was already soaked, swollen padding kept in check by thin leakproof plastic. It was enough to tip him over, a strange expression on his face as he stopped kissing, crushed her body against his, thrust impotently at his own thick absorbent layer, wet his diaper in a different way.

She looked at him in disappointment then disgust. "You selfish bastard," she accused, "You're going to have to make that up to me."

He looked at her in a post-orgasmic guilt, nodded, let her push his head down with one hand, as with the other she tugged at the tapes holding her diaper closed.

She knew he wasn't going to enjoy this but didn't care. She was.