Still, we loved them, did everything for them. Theo and I made a conscious decision not to have children, not to create any between us, and to not even contemplate adopting any. We were siblings; we hadn’t hidden that from the government. But to all our friends here, we were partners. Still, we needed to be careful.
We were still young enough to change our minds, but at twenty-six and thirty, our decision remained solid. The Lewis name had to die. We deserved a selfish life for just us.
“Come on, Nel,” I said with a huff, opening the bedroom door. I heard Theo climb out of bed and wander to our ensuite as Nelly greeted me with her wet nose on my leg. I gave her a good morning stroke and led her to the back door, chattering about her breakfast as we went.
It was an easy life, slow and filled with fun pursuits, but it worked for us. We didn’t work traditional jobs, only doing what fulfilled us, drifting through with warmth and care for each other.
I strolled past the myriad of musical instruments to reach the kitchen while Nelly did her business, smirking at Gruff on his back, legs akimbo.
What more could we want?
Theo joined me in the kitchen a few minutes later, pressing another kiss to the side of my head as he grabbed a coffee.
“So, what’s the plan?” he asked. He’d struggled to let me arrange his day, but had settled into the idea when I assured him it would involve lots of sex.
We’d explored most avenues now, but there was still one thing that remained for us. Something he’d contemplated, I’d researched, we’d watched porn of.
The final frontier, I supposed.
“Open that present,” I said, nodding to the long, thin wrapped in silver paper. I was nervous, a bubble of anxiety in my belly, but I knew he wanted it.
He gave me a suspicious but playful look. “…Okay. Why do I feel like you’re up to something naughty?”
“Open and see.”
I bit my lip as he pulled the paper off the sounding kit. It was top of the line, well recommended by the experts on the many forums I’d frequented, and it came with everything we needed to give it a try.
“Holy shit, really?” he asked, his mouth hanging open a little.
“You like it?”
He looked at it for a few more moments, then up at me with clear excitement. “I can’t fuckingwait, baby.”
My smile grew, then he was back in my space, kissing me again as his hard cock prodded my stomach. He lifted me, letting me wrap my legs around his waist before carrying me back to the bedroom, licking and sucking at my skin as we bumped our way down the hall.
"Shit," he grumbled just as we crossed the threshold into the bedroom. "Drop your legs, baby."
I landed on my feet and he stepped back, a wicked grin on his face.
"One sec," he said, and I laughed when he left me there, darting back down the hall and yelling about how he'd forgotten the kit. I expected him to be excited, but not ready to go right away. Moments later, he stalked back to me with a big grin on his face, scooping me up over his shoulder to carry me to bed.
My body bounced where it fell on the sheets, and I settled on my elbows to watch him undress. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one in control here?” I asked, tilting my head, observing his delicious body as it came into view.
He shrugged. “Who gives a shit about any of that? I want you to fuck my cock.”
His body crowded over me, his mouth crushing to mine. He kissed me everywhere, moving down my skin to lay his lips on all those old scars, some covered by tattoos now, some all healed up but with memories of what was there before.
Theo always took his time, making me feel so loved along every step. He was never rough unless we’d planned it, he gave as much as he got. But when his tongue landed on my cloth covered pussy, I wrapped my fingers into his hair and tugged him back.
“This is about you, birthday boy.” I smirked.
He pouted. “I want my breakfast.” He strained through my hair hold and kissed my clit, pressing his tongue into the fabric of my pajamas until they were wet and warm. I sighed, letting my legs fall open wider for him.
“Theo,” I moaned, running my hands through his hair to encourage, not to stop.
“Let me make you come before we start,” he said, sitting up a little, his fingers curling into the waistband of my pajamas. “Let me coat my face in you first, please. I want to taste you while you fuck my cock.”
I nodded. How the hell could I refuse that? “Okay.”
