She playfully looks up at me while jerking my boxers down my legs and forcing me to step out of them. Wasting no time, she softly trails her fingertips along the backs of my legs before stopping at my waist. I lift an eyebrow and watch her as she runs her hand down my stomach, before wrapping both of her hands around my cock.
“Is it weird that I find your dick to be beautiful?” She whispers as if she’s unsure that she wants me to hear. “I’ve never really had the urge to do this before.”
Before I can say anything, her lips are around my cock and her tongue is swirling around the head. I moan at the feel of her sweet tongue tasting me. She’s got the most beautiful fucking mouth I’ve ever seen and it’s wrapped around my cock right now.
It takes her a few seconds to get used to my size, but then she’s pleasuring me as if she wants nothing more than to return the orgasm I just gave her.
My hand is wrapped into the back of her thick hair and I dig my teeth into my lip as she moves faster and harder. It feels so damn good that I’m about to lose it and come in her mouth. I don’t want that. I want to come inside her pussy.
Tugging back on her hair, I pull her away until my cock springs free from the grasp of her lips. I drop down to my knees and kiss her so hard that I have to hold the back of her head to avoid it hitting the ground. I run my tongue over her lips before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, causing her to moan against my lips.
“I was about to come,” I say out of breath. “I want to be inside you when I do.”
I quickly flip her over and lay her flat on her stomach, before running my tongue up the middle of her back while ripping the condom open. Admiring her body, I roll the condom on, before slipping an arm around her waist to slightly raise her body.
I can feel her body jerk each time that my cock brushes against her entrance, and this makes me want to fuck her so hard that she won’t be able to sit on my bike when we leave. I need to control myself.
Leaning over her body, I suck on her neck while trusting my cock into the tightness of her pussy. She cries out and grips the grass.
“Does my cock feel good in your tight little pussy, Calla?” I grip her hair and move my hips in a circular motion. “Do you want me to fuck you hard or gentle?” I slowly pull out before gently thrusting back into her.” She moans out. “You like it slow and gentle so that you can feel every single inch?”
“Yes, Kyan. I want to feel you inside me,” she whimpers. “Every. Single. Inch.”
Wrapping an arm around her neck, I pull her toward me and run my lip under her ear. “Then I’ll give it to you nice and slow. Every. Single. Inch of it.”
I begin thrusting my hips slow and deep, causing her to moan out with each thrust, only causing me to go deeper and slower.
I usually like it fast and hard, but there’s no denying the way her body is making me feel at the moment. The sensation is almost unreal, and I find myself wanting to bust my load in her right now.
“I want you to come with me, Calla.” I kiss her neck. “Tell me when you’re about to come.”
Reaching below her, I rub her clit while fucking her nice and slow. After a few minutes I feel her start to tremble in my arms.
“Now, Kyan.” She grips onto the grass as her pussy clenches around me, bringing me to orgasm at the same time. I push in as deep as I can, and allow my cum to fill the condom.
“Fuck, Calla.” I kiss the back of her neck before grabbing her face and pulling it back enough so that I can run my tongue over her lips before kissing her roughly. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of being inside you.”
Falling over in the grass, I pull her onto me so that she’s lying on my chest. We both just lay here, breathing heavily and holding each other while staring up at the night sky.
I swear I never want to move from this spot. Everything about this moment just feels so fucking peaceful. I’m laying here naked, under the night sky with the most beautiful woman on earth. It all seems perfect.
If only it were that easy . . .
BITING MY LIP, I STARE down at the fancy, silver envelope sitting in front of me. I’ve been staring at it off and on for the last hour, trying to decide if I want to open it.
When Tori and I got done with the Anderson Wedding, I made a quick stop by the mailbox to grab the mail on the way back up. Everything was bills and junk mail, everything except this . . . this stupid, fancy envelope.
I read my sister’s name for the twentieth time, feeling as if I’m caught in some kind of stupid nightmare. “Chrissy Reynolds . . .” I can’t believe I’m looking at this right now. It’s been two years since we have spoken. Two whole years and now here I am, sitting in front of her envelope, looking at it as if it’s going to bite me. The bad thing is, it probably will.