Sutton kisses me harder, and I give in completely. I lift her onto the counter, her thick thighs wrapping around my hips without hesitation. My hands slide up her legs, her body warm under my touch, her breath catching against my mouth.
The heat sparks between us, deep and impossible to ignore.
I ease her back against the marble, her lighter brown skin glowing under the pendant lights. Her red hair spills across the counter, her legs opening for me without hesitation, without doubt, pure invitation.
I lean in, letting my lips brush her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whisper.
Her hand curls at the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
“I will not,” she breathes.
And that is all the permission I need.
I shove two fingers inside her dripping pussy. She is so soaked, her walls fluttering around me like they are begging for more. The broken little “Heavennnn” that falls from her lips goes straight to my pussy.
I curl my fingers hard, stroking that spot that makes her entire body jerk. My free hand slides up her breast, my thumb tracing her nipple.
“Heavennnn,” she screams out. “I am about to come.”
“Come then, baby,” I rasp against her mouth. “You can do it. Let me see that pussy drip again.”
She does. Violently. Her pussy clamps down so tight I cannot move, just hold still while she pulses and gushes over my fingers in hot, endless waves. When she finally sags, trembling, I pull out slow, bring my dripping hand to my mouth, and lick every finger clean while those pretty hazel eyes watch me through strands of red, pupils blown wide.
The phone rings again.
I pull back with a frustrated sigh and rest my forehead against hers. I do not want to stop. Not when she feels this good against me. Not when her lips are still a little swollen, her mouth still shiny from the whipped cream and my kiss.
I grab my phone from the counter and glance at the screen. My brother’s picture pops up along with several missed texts. Of course.
I swipe to answer.
“Hello,” I say, maybe a little too firmly.
“Hello? Why do you sound mad?” Ezra asks.
“I was busy.” I look at Sutton, who is pretending not to be interested while sipping her hot cocoa. I put the phone on speaker so she knows I am not talking to another woman. Not that she would care. I just want it clear.
“Doing what…”
“Hi, Heaven,” Iris calls out from the background. Thank God, because my brother is too nosey.
“Hi, sis. How are you?”
“I am good, girl. Your brother is annoying per usual. How are you?”
“I am fine…”
“Wait, the electricity is off?” Ezra cuts in, reading the texts I sent earlier. “What about the Christmas lights?”
I roll my eyes so hard Sutton laughs under her breath. This man and Ms. Joan Evergreen are the same person. I bet they are the only ones on the planet who care that much about the neighborhood contest.
“Man, give it a rest.”
“No, I will not. I refuse to lose against…”
“Ezra, watch it,” Iris snaps.
