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“You have a sister that lives here?”
“Yep, Willow. Little sister that constantly worries me. She’s a free spirit.” I air quote and turn to grab my own coffee.
I hear her slide down off the stool, and her shoulder grazes my arm as she comes around to set her empty mug in the sink. The touch is electric and sends want through my entire body. I step up behind her before I even know what I’m doing, pressing myself as close as I can and pushing her against the sink. She leans back into me, and I wrap my arms around her small waist and bend down just enough for my lips to graze her ear.
“I can’t help myself anymore, Lyla. Do you want to finish what you started last night?”
Grinding her ass back against my cock, she whispers breathlessly, “I thought you’d never ask.”
She turns around in my arms, and I lift my hands to the side of the sink, caging her in and locking my gaze with hers. My mouth descends slowly and when my lips taste hers, I feel it throughout my entire body. I deepen the kiss and breathe her in, enjoying the sound she makes. Her hands trace my chest and slowly down my abs, then suddenly she breaks the kiss and looks up at me.
“I’m really hungry this morning; do you mind if I eat first?” she says as she sinks down to her knees. Her dark and stormy green eyes staring up at me full of greed, her tongue darts out and drags across her top lip slowly, and the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen shines from her face. Suddenly I feel like my feet are made of concrete and I’m frozen in front of her, watching her delicate hands come up to my waistband and pull my sweatpants down. I watch her eyes go wide and mouth open and shut instantly. She drags her gaze up to my face, and I give her my proudest smirk.
“Wow. Impressive,” she tells me nonchalantly, but I can see the fear in her eyes. As I bend down to pull her up, she stops me by grabbing my cock with both hands, which causes me to catch the counter as my knees go weak. She begins to stroke me up and down, and I lose all train of thought. I watch her as she licks me base to tip, widening her tongue and taking me in just enough to pop off like I’m a damn lollipop. She continues the torture, taking more and more of me until she’s got me all the way down her throat. I growl at the insane pleasure; I can’t believe how close I am, and before I embarrass myself, I have to do something.
I notice the honey sitting on the counter and think it would taste great all over her body, so I grab it. Her eyes snap straight to mine when she hears the pop of the plastic bear. She pulls off me just in time for the honey to drip on her lips, down her neck, and finally more drops onto her cleavage that’s peeking through her robe. She licks up pre-cum and honey, and I growl again. Lyla moans. She pulls me out then in again, moaning and pushing me straight to the edge.
“Fuck baby I’m coming!”I clamp my jaw as she takes me deeper. I reach the cliff and fly off like a cannon, coming so hard I almost lose my balance. Her movements become slower as I come down, but she works me until I’m completely spent.
Once I catch my breath, she pulls herself back up my body and kisses my chin. The gesture is sweet and contradicts her rough actions. My fingers find the string to her robe, and I pull slowly, savoring the way her body reveals itself to me like curtains parting for the eighth wonder of the world, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to witness it.
My hands run over her silk shoulders and the robe falls to the floor. She looks up at me with so much desire I feel it deep in my chest. A spark of something I’ve never felt before. No one has ever looked at me like that. My mouth instantly crashes to hers, and our kiss is pure need, rough and uncalculating. Her hands run up my bare chest, over my shoulders, the back of my neck and into my hair. I break the kiss only to taste my way down her chin and neck, licking up honey and what can only be Lyla, and it’s delicious. I lick her earlobe and bite lightly, loving the sounds she makes for me, then press one last kiss behind her ear before moving lower, nipping a hot trail down her body. My hands roam to cup her gorgeous tits and lick off the rest of the honey. Lyla moans my name when I suck her right nipple into my mouth and roll her left between my fingers and then switch, sucking in her left.
“Cole! Fuck, please!” she cries desperately.
Quickly, I pull up my sweatpants and lower to my knees, place a kiss to her stomach, and then gently bite her hip. A shiver runs through her whole body, and she steadies herself with locks of my hair, and I lick a hot trail down and reach up between her legs. She widens her stance for me with a wicked grin, and my mouth waters in anticipation.
When my tongue makes contact, and I can taste her wetness and it’s everything I’ve been dreaming about. She does taste like fucking honey, and it makes me delirious. My thumb runs along her slit, and I flick her clit with my tongue over and over. I watch her; she looks like a goddess above me, and her sounds are a song pumping straight to my throbbing cock that is already hard again. I work my tongue against her and push a finger across her entrance. Her back arches welcoming my finger, I slide in and out in a steady rhythm until I hear the magic words.
“Fuck yes, Cole!”
I push another finder inside her warmth and start a faster pace, all while tasting her sweetness. She pulls my hair and takes exactly what she wants, and I love it. Her orgasm rips through her as she screams my name. The site before me something I’ll never forget, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen come apart before my eyes.
“You taste so fucking good. I can’t help but devour you.” I say looking up at her and rubbing up her thighs as they slowly stop shaking.
“Holy wow Cole.” She looks tired and speechless and I revel in the fact that I did that to this bad ass woman. From what I’ve learned about Lyla, she’s tough as nails and never makes herself vulnerable, but for me, at least for this moment she’s putty in my hands. I don’t take the responsibility lightly and while she seems like she might faint I swoop her up into my arms and carry her to her shower. I don’t usually stick around after orgasm, but I remember at least one thing Marcus said, she’s Lyla, she’s special. With that in mind I get under the hot steam with her and slowly we clean off all the dirty things we just did in the kitchen. We don’t talk about it which I’m grateful for because I honestly don’t know what I would say. When we’re done, she lays down in her bed and I go back to my room. It feels weird but it’s not like I could stay.
I can’t get into a complicated relationship like this; she lives in the same house. I just put myself into my own worst-case scenario, and now I have no idea how to navigate. All these thoughts clash with the image of her naked body above me. I dress quickly and get the fuck out of the apartment to clear my head. It’s going to be a long day at work but I need some air that doesn’t smell like her.
