Taking the basket from her hands, I head toward the laundry room which sits between the kitchen and three-car garage. I set it on top of the front-loading washer, and she scoots past me with a hand on my back. Her light, innocent touch goes straight to my dick.
“Do you have any laundry you want me to do for you?” she asks pleasantly as she starts to reach into the basket.
I move behind her, sliding my arms around her stomach to pull her into my body. I push my hips forward so she can feel the hard length of me against her. Blue drops the clothes and lets her head fall back onto my chest.
“I have something I want to do for you,” I murmur into her ear before giving it a bite. Dropping my hand to the button of her jeans, I flick it open and yank the zipper down.
Blue sucks in a sharp breath as my fingers dip beneath the waistband of her panties. There’s nothing but velvety smooth skin as I push a finger through the lips of her pussy, past her hard little clit and into the wet depths below.
And she is fucking wet. I crouch a bit, slide a finger deep into her and use the leverage of my hand connected to her pussy to pull her tighter against me. I can’t help but rub my cock against her, which both hurts and feels good against the zipper of my jeans at the same time.
With my finger lubricated by her juices, I bring the tip to her clit and I hit it hard. I know I can get Blue off really fast with my mouth and I wonder if I can do the same with my finger.
Blue’s hips rotate, urging me to deepen the friction against her. I draw in a harsh breath through my nose when Blue whispers, “I’m going to come.”
Fuck, she ignites fast and I love it. It means she gets more than one orgasm by the time I’m through with her.
“Give it to me,” I urge as I rub the tiny bundle of sensitive nerves. I tip my head and put my teeth against her neck where I scrape the tender skin.
Blue bucks in my arms, groaning out an incredibly long and powerful release that vibrates from her body into mine.
Just goddamn perfect and beautiful and all fucking mine to have.
When Blue’s legs give way and she sags against me, I remove my hand from between her legs. I pick her up, cradling her in my arms with the intent to move somewhere more comfortable.
I decide the bedroom’s too far away and opt instead for the huge sofa in the great room. It faces the Christmas tree we’d put up in one corner and a massive set of windows that look out over the backyard. The pool water is orange and pink from the setting sun and it makes a romantic view.
I put Blue on her feet and she seems revived enough to help in the shedding of clothes. They come off with a lot of kissing and laughing in between, especially during the awkward phases of needing to sit down to take off our shoes and socks.
Then she’s naked and on the couch beneath me and I’ve got a foil-wrapped condom on the coffee table ready for use.
But first, more kissing.
And touching.
Blue’s hands are all over me, tracing lines and muscles and nipples. She runs the palm of her hand across my cock, fluttering her fingers across the tip. They’ll come away wet, I know.
I maneuver us so we’re lying on our sides, the fronts of our bodies pressed together so we can lazily kiss. I move my mouth from hers to her jawline, feathering kisses there to her neck. She’s forced to release her grip on my cock when I move down to her collarbone, the center of her chest and then over to a perfectly full and rounded breast with a hard nipple begging for my mouth. Blue’s arms wrap around my head, and she cradles me as I lave at the hard nub.
I’m so fucking hard my dick throbs unpleasantly, and yet I’m not in any hurry. In fact, I want to take my time with her. No frenzied fucking but gentle exploration. It could take hours as far as I’m concerned.
Just as I’m trailing my tongue underneath the bottom swell of her breast, Blue’s phone rings. It’s the ringtone from the Cresson and I’ve come to recognize it because I hear it almost daily. Most often it’s one of the aide’s calling because Billy wants to talk to Blue as best he can over the phone. Sometimes he’ll use a speech generating device or other times he’ll use a combination of words or signs over FaceTime to communicate. Not a lot is said during those times, but it’s usually because Billy just wants to see his sister, even if over the phone screen.