“Last night…”
“The part with the raccoons, the knocking, or do you mean when you begged me to make you come,” I said with a smile. Her eyes widened and she looked away, embarrassed, biting her plump lip, bringing my attention to it. We were so close in this tiny tent, touching all over. My breathing picked up and I couldn’t think of anything else except having more of her.
“I didn’t beg,” she mumbled. “What was last night?” She asked quietly. I dragged my eyes from her ample cleavage to her face.
“What do you mean?”
“Was that… some strange way of teasing me more?”
“No,” I said and her eyes darted to mine.
“Then why did you do it?”
“Because I plan to fuck you on this trip,” I said, unable to stop myself from saying it. The shock on her face was priceless. She floundered, her face red.
“What?” She asked a few times. “Is that a joke?”
“You tell me,” I said, caressing her wrist. She shuddered. I brought her hand down to my pants, pressing her palm hard against my cock. “Am I joking?”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
“Please, stepsister. Help your stepbrother out.” I thrust my hips into her palm. Her fingers gripped the outline in curiosity, making me almost jerk in surprise.
“This isn’t porn,” she grumbled. She hated it when I called us step siblings. I thought it was funny. Her fingers kept gripping me, exploring the size and shape.Too bad it wasn’t the size and shape of what she’d take, I thought in humor. My mate would never take anything but my true form between her legs.
As she willingly continued to touch me, I felt desperate with need. She was touching me. She wanted me.
“Please, Ava,” I asked quietly, the desire for humor drying up. My mouth cracked open, as she slid her palm over my length through my pants. Fuck. I couldn’t act cool. I fumbled with the button of my pants, my eyes watching her face, making sure she was okay with this.
I unzipped my pants and pushed them lower on my hips until my cock was naked between us, a welling collection of precum emphasizing how needy I was.
“You okay?” I asked. She nodded and I swallowed, feeling too frantic. I grabbed her wrist and slid my fingers into hers, threading our hands together. Then I pushed into the grip that our combined hands made. I felt hot all over as my cock slid against our palms.
“Fuck,” I hissed. She looked shocked but aroused with straining nipples, the brown tint showing through the thin tank top she wore. I jerked the fabric away from her breasts, baring her nipples to me. She sucked in a breath as I leaned forward and ran my tongue over them. She tasted divine--her skin fresh and the hard points an exciting texture in my mouth.
I pushed into our grip faster, my breath hitching. She was breathing hard and I pulled back from her breasts to see her lips parted.
I couldn't stop myself.
“Ava,” I breathed out, removing my hand from hers and cupping her face, bringing her in. She gripped my cock all on her own as my lips pressed into hers. A ripple of pleasure rolled over me. It had been so long since I’d kissed her. Too long. It was fucking pathetic how much this meant to me but I didn’t care.
Instead of tensing when I kissed her, she relaxed into it. Her hand slid up my length and back down. A dry hand job, fuck I didn’t care because she was touching me. That alone had my balls already drawing up. My tongue pressed between her lips and she made a small noise that had me consuming her mouth in smooth languid desperation. I was always desperate for her. It was as much a part of me as was my blood and bone.
I couldn’t come like this though. Not in her hand. I needed between her legs,deepinside. So deep she screamed. Oh, how sweet her cries would sound.
My skin was hot, my arms shaking as I kissed her. My instincts were demanding I take my mate. A growl rolled from my mouth as I pushed on top of her, slapping her hand away from my cock.
“What—” She tried asking but I didn’t let her talk. Our lips pushed and pulled, my tongue dancing with hers. I pulled back and looked at her, pupils blown, chest heaving. There was apprehension on her face too, a bit of confusion still there.
“You feel so warm,” she said and I laughed.
“That’s what you have to say?”
“But you are…” she grumbled. My eyes slid to the bite. Pinprick holes spaced close together. That wasn’t a human’s bite mark. My tongue slid over my lips and I settled my thumb on the mark.
“You didn’t even complain,” I said, pushing my thumb a little harder on the wound. The skin around her eyes tightened but her shoulders went back, her breasts pushing into me. It made me breathe harder, an eager smile begging to break out on my face. She liked me pressing on her bite.
I leaned forward, burying my face in her black hair and inhaling before pressing my mouth to her ear.
