Our eyes caught, that mischief glittering between us, and then I was back to work. Sucking cream from her navel, chasing the rivulets with my tongue, then coming up to her mouth to kiss her, feed it to her.
She moaned at the taste as our tongues shared the cream and fruit, and her hands wrapped around me. Again, she started grinding her pussy on my lower stomach, chasing release. “Don’t be a naughty girl,” I said, a grin on my face.
“Ah, but Theo, you feel so good,” she whined. “I need more.”
“Then I’ll give you more, beautiful.”
The chocolate painted over her skin like the scars did, but thicker, darker, patchier. Her warm body melted the bar as I traced it from the top of her thigh down to her soft knee. I avoided the back of her leg, which was still covered in small open wounds, patched up and hidden. I sucked hickeys onto her soft thighs, swirling my tongue to catch all the chocolate as I worked my way down.
She twitched and flinched and occasionally cried out or sighed, but let me work, her hands shoved into my hair. Not to guide me or stop me, just to be close. Each time our eyes locked, it was with an understanding of what we were doing, how important it was.
Every time with her was like magic, but these times? When she opened up to me and let me heal her? Insanity. Pure, heavenly bliss.
I crushed grapes and watched the juice run down her legs to her feet, then licked it up, running my tongue from her toes to her knees. She giggled and squirmed, but let me work. When her legs shook, I caught glimpses of her pussy, glistening with her arousal and so ready for me.
But she had to wait. Or at leastIthought she would have to wait. I had more plans for her, but she sat up and pushed me back. I stared at her in question as I let her guide me onto my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She bit her lip. “You looked like you were having fun. I want a taste.” God, she was stunning. Her skin was streaked in fruit juice and cream, smears of chocolate I hadn’t caught, and her hair was chaos, unbrushed from the shower, wild from what we’d done. And she seemed so alive, her eyes shimmering, her lips pink and juicy from kissing me. How could I resist? That my woman could go from feral and spitting mad, to putty under my hands, was the biggest turn on ever.
“By all means, baby,” I said, settling with my hands locked behind my head so she had full access. She could do whatever she wanted to me, and I would never say no.
I wasn’t lying when I told her my body was hers; for healing, for fun, for whatever she needed.
My cock kicked up when she crushed a strawberry in both hands and wrapped them around my shaft. “Going right for it, hey?” I asked, my stomach muscles twitching and rolling. Fuck, she already had me so close.
“Not one for teasing,” she muttered as she ducked down and licked up the strawberry juice. Daggers of pleasure shot from my cock to my gut, but I stayed still as her tongue flickered over every inch of me, licking and sucking along the sides, not swallowing the head, until she was sure I was clean.
“That was fun,” she said, patting the tip of my cock before shifting away.
I jerked up and caught her waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” I growled, and she laughed.
“I was done, just wanted a little taste.”
“No way.” I wasn’t having that. I flipped her over, landed my back on the bed and positioned her so her pussy hovered above my face. Fuck, what a sight to behold, her juicy pussy an inch from my lips, ready to be devoured.
Scrambling my hand around the bed, I found what I was searching for at the same moment her wet mouth finally engulfed my cock. She pushed me into her throat and gulped around my cockhead, making my thighs shake with pleasure. Fuck, I needed to calm myself down, or I was going to explode already. And I had a lot more planned for my little sister.
“Vi, you tiny devil,” I muttered when she swallowed again. She laughed, then spluttered, her air still constricted. “You’re so good at that, beautiful.”
“Only for you,” she said, gasping between sucks. “All for you.”
I distracted us both by yanking the cork from the opened bottle of red wine and pouring it down her spine. She gasped, and I groaned at the sight of the burgundy liquid streaming between her ass cheeks, down onto her pussy, and onto my face.
With a growl, I lunged up and licked; the tartness of the wine overwhelming the taste of her. So I swiped away the wine with my tongue until it was all her again, burrowing my face into her, yanking her down with my arms wrapped around her thighs. I was careful of the wounded one, letting her keep it a little propped up; otherwise, I wanted her sat. Suffocating me.
She popped off my cock with a cry when I finally reached her clit with my tongue, alternating between flickering and massaging to hold her on that edge, but not over. Grinning to myself when she gushed, I kept going, roaming one of my hands around her hips and between her ass cheeks.
With my free hand, I poured more wine, this time chasing it to her asshole, fucking it inside her with my tongue.
“Theo,god!” she squirmed.
“You like that, baby?” I asked, stopping for a moment to play with her ass cheeks, they were sticky with wine, streaks of red not an unfamiliar sight on her skin.
She paused for a beat, jacking my cock but not sucking it. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Yes.”
“You want more?”
