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I knelt over her. She stared at my dick in my fist, eagerness written all over her face. It would be so easy to torment her — naked, needy, vulnerable as hell. To deny her. To be the asshole, to relish the rush of power after the phone call that had rattled me tonight. The thought made my cock throb.
Instead, I spread her swollen pinkness and thrust in.
She let out a cry, her arms and legs winding around me. I took her slowly, savoring her. Her eyes closed as I whispered more compliments into her neck,as I pulled up her hips to go deeper.Her pussy was so responsive. So hungry for the attention I gave it, tight and rippling. I roughened my thrusts. I wanted her to feel it until the next time I fucked her.
“Don’t stop.” Her eyes were glassy with lust — Jesus, she was glowing.
I squeezed her round hips when I came, her breathy little moans driving me over the edge.
We stayed twined together until she wriggled and I climbed off of her. She groaned softly, easing her knees together, and I hid a smile. She’d definitely be feeling this tomorrow.
When she scooted close, I pulled her head down to my shoulder and let her snuggle.
Usually, she talked after sex. It was cute that she wanted to tell me things. The silence right now wasn’t like her. I wondered if she was thinking about the concert tonight.
She blew out a breath across my chest, stirring my skin.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m a shitty sister.”
I wound my hand through her hair. “That’swhat you’re thinking about right now?”
She laughed a little. ““Now, yeah. Not before.” Toying with the ring I wore, she turned it around my finger.
“You’re obsessed with that thing.”
“Picture the biggest diamond you’ve ever seen. No, bigger. Right…there.” She pointed at the star on my ring, going for the letters in the center. “In your face, blinding you with sparkle.”
I wouldn’t call Christina predictable, but I had no idea where the fuck she was going with this.
“Life goal of yours?” I asked.
“Jesus, no. Maybe. I don’t know. My sister just got engaged. I’d show you a picture, but I don’t want to hurt your eyes.”
I slipped my ring off and drew a line with it up her bare torso. She sucked in a little breath, her nipples tightening in the dim light as the metal dipped between her breasts.
“She wants me to go wedding dress shopping this weekend,” she said in a rush. “To go home and meet her there. She wanted to get started tonight so we could have some time together before we hit the stores tomorrow. We haven’t seen each other since Christmas. I said no, I have something on Friday night. I’ll come Saturday. She was so disappointed. She didn’t want to show it, but she was. I could have rescheduled with you tonight, but…”
“But?” I traced a slow spiral on her breast with the ring. She squeezed her eyes closed, waiting for me to reach her nipple. I didn’t plan to. Not yet.
“She gets everything she wants,” she whispered. “Always. And I didn’t want to reschedule.”
“So that makes you a shitty sister.”
“Exactly.”
“Babe, no one gets everything they want.” I teased the ring inward, rewarding her with cold metal against her dark nipple, trying to distract her.
Her eyes closed again. She rolled into me and grumbled something into my chest.
“Let go of the fucking guilt.” I rubbed her back. “You’re here tonight. You’ll be there tomorrow. You can’t be everything to everyone, everywhere. It’s not possible.”
Christina lifted her head, pushing herself up on her elbows. Hair waved over her shoulders, wild. Her eyes were bottomless, her lips winter-chapped and swollen from our kisses. I’d meant it: she was beautiful.
“What do you know about guilt?” She stroked my chest. Her touch was too gentle, too intimate. Her eyes were too soft. I wanted to pull her in and drink her and bite her and crush her.
Instead, I gave her hair a short tug.
