I bend forward and drop a wet kiss on the top of her thigh, and when she squirms beneath my hands, I smile and nip the delicate skin. “Perhaps we could start like this.” Another kiss, and when she sighs, another bite. “Let me taste you, baby. I didn’t get to dessert yet tonight.” Another soft nibble, I tease her panty line with my tongue. She lets out a delicious whimper and digs the heels of her feet into my lower back.
I love when she tries to take control, when she tries to fuck me from the bottom. She’s as hungry as I am, and she’s not shy anymore. If she wants to be fucked, she tells me in all sorts of creative ways.
Fisting my hair, she pushes me down until my nose skims the wet cotton. “Please, Bobby.” The sting of her hands only sends the blood roaring faster through my veins. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you, baby.” I trap her delicate flesh between my teeth and smile when she cries out.
Frustrated at my lack of touching where she wants it, instead of pulling me to her, she squirms along the bed and presses her pussy against my face. Her hips gyrate hungrily, her hands tug at my hair perfectly, and though watching her beg is sexy, I hold her hips and slow her down.
I want to control her movements.
I want to control her pleasure. “Hold on, babe. Not yet.”
“Bobby!”
“Let me play.”
“I’ll kill you, Robert.”
I laugh and press a kiss to her cotton covered clit. She gasps and jerks in my hands, but I pull back too fast and tear her panties down her legs. Flipping over and laying on my back, I grab her hips and bring her over me until her pussy sits barely an inch above my mouth. She grabs onto the headboard and pants desperately as I stare. Darting my tongue out for the first taste, she cries out and presses down to ride my face.
I lap her up and knead her ass cheeks, and she takes control and moves at the pace she wants. She thinks she’s the boss around here. She thinks she can take her pleasure, but when her walls tighten around my tongue and her pants turn to throaty groans, I take control of her hips and pull her to a stop.
I love the way her body doesn’t quite get the memo yet and fights against my hold. I hold her firmly, flatten my tongue, and lick from her tiny puckered asshole all the way through her wet slit to the front where I suckle her pulsing clit.
She cries out and pulses on my lips. Leaning onto the headboard in front of her, she cries and bites down on her own arm to minimize her noise. “Ohmygod, Bobby.” She tries to fight my hands to lower her hips. “Bobby, please. Let me finish.” Her strong legs make me work to keep her still. “Let me finish.”
With her taste still on my lips, I lift her up and push two thick fingers inside. She detonates instantly and clamps onto them as she cries into her arm and comes onto my hand. She holds me prisoner, her tight pussy refusing me movement. If I was inside her already, I’d be coming. I can’t help it with her.
When she stills and lets me loose, I remove my hand and slide my shorts down. The fabric physically hurts my throbbing cock, but as soon as I’m free, I pick her up and move her down my body, and before she has time to recover, I impale her and slam my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
Sitting tall, I swap my hand for my mouth, and when she tastes herself on my tongue, she whimpers and begins riding me all over again. “Oh, God, Bobby…” Using my shoulders, she lifts to the tip of my cock, and refastening her lips to mine, drops down and swallows me up. She braids her hands in my hair and tugs painfully.
“Keep going, baby.” I help lift her hips, then slam her back down again. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Sliding my hand around her ass and sliding a finger through the crevice, she tightens on my cock and whimpers.
Breaking apart, her curious eyes flip between mine. “Bobby…?”
“Shh.” I bring her mouth back to mine to silence her, and when I push my tongue against hers and she relaxes, I slide my pussy-slicked finger into her ass until she explodes and drags me down with her.
* * *
The next morning, I walk downstairs with an energetic bounce to my steps and a goofy grin on my face. Yes, I slept fucking dandy. I think about tangled limbs and grabbing hands as I pull a shirt over my head and follow my nose toward the coffee.
I stop just before entering the kitchen and smile at the sound of Kit, Jack, and Iz chatting. I really enjoy living in the same home with these people, and I’m surprised that I ever felt content to live alone. I thought I craved the solitude, I thought I wanted privacy after a childhood of brothers always up my ass and in my business, but now that this is my life, I wouldn’t change it. The craziness, the thrown insults and messy counters; they’re what I crave now.
I don’t want Jack to grow up and leave. I don’t want Izzy to have a baby and leave. I want everything to stay the way it is, but as I step forward and move into the kitchen, I remember everything’s already changed. The chatter dies instantly, the laughter chokes off as though I strangled someone with my own hands.
I stop on the threshold and study the three of them at the table. Just like last night, Kit on the left, Iz in the middle, and I’d bet Jack doesn’t even realize he’s replacing Tink on the right and filling out the protective circle.
Protection… from me.
Izzy stares at the coffee mug in front of her instead of meeting my gaze, and my morning-after good mood floats away like it was never there.
With a soft smile and a gentle hand on Jack’s shoulder, Kit stands and takes her coffee. Jack hastily grabs his toast and coffee before Kit transitions from gentle to ‘move your ass!’ and within thirty seconds of stepping in, both Reilly’s are gone, and Iz and I are alone.
I step forward as she wipes her nose on her pyjama sleeve, and taking Kit’s chair, I rest my chin on her shoulder and smile like a total creep. “Izzy?” I whisper near her ear. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“Are you mad at me? You were super calm last night, so I figure you needed to sleep on it.”