“Whit,” she moans, dropping her head back as she increases her pace, her hands falling to my stomach. She’s making the bed bounce with her movements, the box spring lightly squeaking and I stare, helpless to her. Overwhelmed by her.
I always take command of the situation and she lets me. She’s a willing participant every single time. But this…
This is different. This is her taking charge. Taking over. It’s softer. Sweeter.
Like she is.
My grip tightens, my fingers pressing into her skin so hard, I’ll probably leave marks. She’s oblivious, lost in herself, lost in me and I see the transformation happen right before my eyes. The rosy flush that coats her skin. The little gasps and whimpers falling from her lips as she gets closer. She’s lost in the sensations she’s experiencing as she rides my cock hard. Fast. Her eyes are tightly shut in concentration as she strains toward it and I reach for her pussy, desperate to help her along.
I swipe her clit with a firm touch, her inner walls strangling me just as they begin to pulsate. She cries out, her body shuddering above mine, her pussy milking my cock. My chest tightens, the air leaving my lungs until I feel like I can no longer breathe and only when she collapses on top of me in a boneless heap does my orgasm wash over me, racking my body completely.
We lie there, our bodies still lightly shaking, tangled together, her hair in my face, in my mouth. My dick still semi-hard and inside her body. I’m covered in sweat. So is she.
Fuck.
Finally she lifts her head, a satisfied smile stretching across her face. I reach for her, brushing the hair away from her forehead, confused by the sudden tender feelings that fill me at seeing her like this. Her lush body sprawled across mine, her breaths matching my own as she watches me.
“Happy birthday,” she whispers, dipping down to kiss me.
Thirty-Three
Summer
I think he’s baffled.
He certainly looks baffled. And still turned on, despite the orgasm we both just experienced. God, it had felt so good to take the reins and have my way with him. That he even allowed it is a huge moment for us. He doesn’t seem comfortable in ever letting me have even an ounce of control when we’re together like this. He’s in charge.
Always.
The cuddling hadn’t been a ruse either. I’d really wanted to just lie there with him and snuggle for a few minutes. Silly, I know, but who do I ever get to snuggle with? No one. No one has held me like Whit just did in so long. It felt good. Being in Whit’s arms, wrapped all around him, felt…
Like I belonged.
With him.
He’s currently frowning, his mind blown I’m sure, and I kiss him again, my lips clinging to his as I breathe in his breaths, inhaling him. Like I want to keep him forever.
“You confuse me,” he murmurs against my mouth, his hands wandering, lighting me up despite what just happened between us.
“You confuse me too,” I say, kissing him, parting my lips for his tongue’s entry.
His hand clutches the back of my head, his fingers tightening in my hair in that familiar way of his. He’s back. In command. In charge. His kiss is ferocious, his mouth demanding, his tongue thrusting much like his cock does inside of me.
He commandeers my body, taking over and flipping me until I’m lying on my back, his body pressed on top of mine. “Did you like it?” I ask him breathlessly.
“You drive me out of my mind.” He thrusts against me, his mouth attacking my neck. My chest. My breasts. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, his hands wandering along my sides, and a wave of euphoria fills me at his touch, his damp lips and wet tongue. He lifts his head, his intense gaze meeting mine. “Watching you fuck me like that…”
I smile. It’s true. I fucked him, and he’s always the one who fucks me. The shift in power was deliberate. “You liked it.”
“I fucking loved it.” He grabs my hands and pulls them above my head, holding me captive as he stares into my eyes. “I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.”
I frown, my eyes fluttering closed when he thrusts his cock against me. He’s already so hard again. A shift of our hips and he’d be inside me. “You said I should.”
“I take it back.” He kisses me, his mouth on mine as he says, “I want you to stay.”
He enters me at the same time I open my eyes. A moan leaves me when he strokes, deep and slow, pulling almost all the way out before he slides back in. He keeps his pace lazy, doing to me what I just did to him and oh my God, it feels so good.
Whit keeps my arms pinned above my head with one hand, working his hips as he grips my side with his free hand. I wrap my legs around his waist, anchoring myself to him, sending him deeper. He changes positions, angling his body so he can hit a particular spot that has me seeing stars and his languid strokes are forgotten. He fucks me in quick, deep jabs, pounding me into the bed. The box spring squeaks rhythmically, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room just before he goes completely still and spills inside of me with a deep, shuddery groan.
I don’t come. I wasn’t even close, but it doesn’t matter. All I can think about is what he told me.
I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.
I want you to stay.
And how good those words made me feel.
“Wake up sleepyhead!”
Something soft smacks me in the head, jolting me awake and I automatically jerk the duvet up, making sure I’m covered. A figure is standing by my side of the bed and I blink it into focus.
Sylvie. Bright-eyed and with a mischievous curl to her lips as she studies me.
I glance to my right, panic flaring inside of me at the thought of her finding me naked in bed with her brother but he’s gone. I reach out, pressing my hand against the cold sheets.
He’s been gone for a while.
“Reaching for your secret lover?” she asks, her tone knowing.
I ignore her question, flopping back onto the pillows, pushing my hair out of my face. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten. You must’ve been exhausted to sleep this long. Especially since you went to bed so early.”
I don’t bite at her baited statements. “I guess so.”
“I thought you were sleeping with me last night.” She offers up a mock pout.
“I was. But I left because you were snoring.”
Her mouth drops open. “I don’t snore.”
I laugh. “Yes, you do.”
“Oh.” She frowns. “How unladylike of me.”
I decide to give her a taste of her own medicine. “Hasn’t Spence told you that before?”
Sylvie sniffs, her nose in the air. “I’ve not spent any amount of time with Spence that would offer him a glimpse into my sleeping habits.”
“Such a pretentious way of saying you haven’t slept with him yet,” I tease. She bops me on the shoulder with the pillow I didn’t realize she was still holding. “Come on, fess up. What have you and Spencer done, exactly?”
“Nothing. That’s the problem. I want to do something, but he always resists,” she says drolly. “I think he’s terrified of my brother coming for him.”