“Well, I suggest you act natural, little flame, and no one will suspect a thing,” I said with a shrug as I sank down in front of her.
“They’re going to see you!”
I chuckled as I slipped one of her shoes off her feet. “No, they won’t. Just don’t let them on this side of the island.”
The living area was set up as an open concept layout with the island breaking it into two sections. As long as they didn’t come this far into the kitchen, no one would know what I was doing down here. Plus, that side of the island had a bump up for a breakfast bar, which provided extracoverage for her, and with the length of my shirt on her? No one would be the wiser.
She glared down at me but made no move to stop me or utter a single safe word we had in place for times like this when I wanted to push her limits, so I kept moving along.
Movement from the front door had her eyes leaving me as I slipped my fingers into the hem of her leggings and pulled them down, surprised to find there was nothing between me and her dripping cunt now.
“No panties?” I whispered, and she shifted closer to me. I pulled her shoeless foot from the material and let the rest gather around her opposite leg. Lifting her bare thigh up, my finger tips digging into her inner thigh the way I knew she loved, I wasted no time before setting up to feast on my favorite meal.
Running my tongue from her cunt to her clit and back again, I found myself moaning. Her hand sank into my hair as she jerked my face further into her heat.
“Hey Theo, how’s it going out there?” she said, breathless, but otherwise she sounded normal. That wouldn’t do for me.
“Hey Ember, where did you want this one? It says kitchen, so,” he said as his footsteps grew closer.
“Oh! Shit, um,” she mumbled quickly. “Just drop it wherever. It’s fine, Theo.”
Mentally, I could picture his face right now, the confusion. “Are you sure, I mean, I can set it over in the corner for you?”
I pulled her clit into my mouth then, sucking hard, and her opposite hand came down, smacking the countertop as she tried to keep her balance on one foot. “Theo! There, on the floor at your feet, is just fine. Thanks.”
“Uh, okay?” he muttered, and I heard the box hit the floor. “Should I just let everyone know to set the kitchen boxes here?”
I slipped two fingers into her cunt and continued sucking on her clit as if my life depended on it. Glancing up, I watched her stare down at me, and I raised my eyebrows in question.
She didn’t answer Theo though, she just nodded in silence as her lips pressed together, and she tried to brace herself for what I knew was coming.
“Dude, your sister is so weird sometimes,” Theo hollered as he walked out the door.
“True,” Evan replied with a laugh, but I had the feeling my girl didn’t hear any of that.
It never took me long to get her off, but when we ran the risk of getting caught or someone watched? She was on fire. I slowly inched a third finger in, ensuring I fingered her slowly so no one would hear just how wet she was right now, and I ran my bottom teeth over her clit.
That seemed to do her in. She gasped as her cunt squeezed around my three fingers, rocking her hips slightly as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Once she stopped rocking, I pulled my fingers out and set to work cleaning her up with just my tongue.
“Wyatt,” she groaned from above me. “Please.”
“Can’t leave anything behind, little flame. Especially with no panties?” I chuckled and went back to my leisurely clean-up job.
“I’m so going to get you back for this. Just wait,” she growled as I came up and nipped at her clit again. Cleaning off my fingers, I turned back to helping her into her leggings and slid her tennis shoe back on. She took a step back, leaning on the refrigerator. “You’re moving all those boxes into the kitchen. Enjoy.”
She winked and walked away, sassy but stunning as fuck, and I happily moved those damn boxes for my girl.
Emberand I were sprawled out on the couch, staring at the insane amount of boxes containing this woman’s life.
Thankfully, when we were finally able to get back into her apartment, the damage wasn’t as bad as they thought it would be. Because of the layout of her apartment, most of the front of the building, where the water had come in, was just open space with some plants in the windows.
So we’d saved almost everything in her kitchen, bathroom, and closet. The furniture had taken most of the hit, but I’d happily replace any furniture she didn’t love in this house. The main thing she’d been upset about was her bakery, which had to be completely gutted down to the studs. Nothing had been saved, and while I was devastated that the first place I’d truly been able to lay eyes on her was gone, I was just happy she was okay.
I still had nightmares about getting phone calls that she was gone because I hadn’t been there to help her and CC get out in time. Or worse, being there watching the building burn, unable to do anything while the woman I loved was trapped inside.
Her hand squeezed my thigh and brought me out of the internal turmoil I was feeling. “Chip for your thoughts?” she asked.
I chuckled and shook my head. “Nope, because we’d have to dig through a box and find the chocolate chips for that, and I don’t wanna. I want to ravage you on this couch and then have dinner, only to ravage you again.”
