Is it obvious how much I’m in love with you? I think. I reach out and brush her hair away from her face, but the words, those words, are stuck in my throat, just where they have been for weeks. I’ve said them in the past and meant it, and yet now, now in this new phase of us, my feelings are even deeper. They surpass everything at the moment and render those three words nearly obsolete.
She stares at me with big doe eyes, her lower lip pouting, wet and soft. I want to show her how I feel—I just wish we were somewhere else except my parents’ house. Not that it’s ever stopped me before.
I get up off the bed and lock the door, slowly turning around to face her.
Her brows are raised and she’s eyeing me like, are we really going to do this here?
I smirk at her, slowly peeling off my shirt as I walk toward her, then I undo my pants.
She doesn’t look too thrilled. Not the reaction I was hoping for.
I slip my erection out of my boxer briefs, holding the hard stiff length of it in my hands.
She licks her lips, the pink tip of her tongue showing briefly.
Okay, that was more like the reaction I was hoping for.
“Are you sure?” she asks quietly as I step toward her, still stroking my cock, getting off on the way she keeps her eyes glued there. I watch the hunger slowly build which only makes me harder.
I nod. “If you can be quiet,” I whisper to her. “Can you be quiet? Not make a sound?”
She seems to take this as a worthy challenge. Her expression becomes more wanton and she nods. She slips off her pajamas until she’s on her knees on the bed, completely naked.
I come over to the edge and she’s already running her tongue up my cock, from root to tip.
She pauses. “So, Lachlan knows the truth about us? And he’s okay with it?”
I groan. “Please don’t mention my brother’s name when you have your hand around my cock.” I smile down at her. “But yes, he’s okay. He’s not telling anyone else, and in due time, when we do tell the truth, at least we know what to expect.”
She seems satisfied with that and finally throws herself into it, swirling her tongue over my hard shaft before licking up the precum at my tip. It’s funny how sometimes her mind holds her back from enjoying sex, like it can’t stop wandering enough to root down and live in the moment, even when the moment is in her damn mouth.
I let her lick and suck for a moment, just because I love the look in her eyes, the blazing need for something so sexual. But before she gets too carried away, I pull back and motion for her to move over. I lie back on the bed and beckon her forward with my finger.
“Come over here,” I tell her softly, gesturing to my face. “Right here.”
Again she looks shocked. She doesn’t move, seeming unsure.
“What, you’re afraid you can’t be quiet?” I tease.
“Of course I can,” she says and slowly straddles my chest, making her way up to my face.
I take a firm hold of her hips and position her cunt right over my mouth. With deliberation I snake out my tongue and carefully run it up and down her wet folds. She immediately stiffens and cries out softly, and I dig my fingers into her skin, to warn her again about being loud, to have control over her movements.
She tastes so good, her musky, rich scent filling me up and turning me on like never before, and as I work her with my tongue, greedily plunging it inside her and flicking it over her swollen clit, I’m the one who has a hard time keeping quiet.
The vibrations from my mouth seem to work for her though, and soon she’s rocking her hips against my face as I eat her out. I’m lost in this heady desire, enjoying every fucking sensation. This is raw, wicked, primal, a way of experiencing a woman at her purest self. I could do it forever, sucking up every last drop of her, licking her like the sweetest, ripest fruit.
“Oh god,” she says softly, and her hand flies out to the wall to stabilize herself as she fucks my face. I press the tip of my tongue to her clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles until she’s coming on me. I can feel every pulse as the orgasm tears through her, my mouth drenched with her, her skin blisteringly hot and slick. To her credit, she keeps quiet, keeping her noises to little shuddering moans and gasps that are just as sexy as her usual screams.
When she starts to squirm and fidget, I move my face away and grin up at her, barely seeing her face behind those amazing tits of hers.
“Hi,” I say softly, waggling my eyebrows.
“Wow,” she whispers in response.
“We aren’t done,” I tell her. I get up and push her down into the bed so she’s on her back. I prowl on top of her, my knee spreading her legs until I’m right over her, my chest pressed against hers. I wrap my fingers around her wrists and pin her hands above her head, holding her in place. Then I trail the tip of my nose down the middle of her face, pausing at her lips to kiss her.