He nods and clears his throat. “So we’re going to both be married by next year.”
“Jealous I was quicker?”
“Fuck you very much,” he grumbles. “And Lilly hasn’t said yes.”
“Har har. She will.”
We plan to help our women prepare the food, but they throw us out of the kitchen. So, we move to the living room to catch up.
When they call us for dinner, a deep sense of belonging fills every crevice in me.
“To family,” I say, lifting my glass.
“To the unexpected,” Lilly says, beaming at me.
My sister winks at me. “To just more than friends.”
“Thanks, sis,” I mumble playfully and add, “To the forbidden.”
She rolls her eyes at me while Levi chuckles, “Nothing tastes sweeter.”
Belly laughter and heartfelt chatter intermingle—the recipe for a great night.
At the end of the night, we accompany them to the door so they can return to their hotel.
“See you at the game,” Levi says, and my sister smiles fondly at me.
It’s humbling to have people who believe in me this much.
I close the door behind them with a smile on my face, filled with gratitude.
Turning, I almost trip over my feet.
Lilly rests on the sofa, wearing red, sexy as fuck lingerie. She looks like a present ready to be unwrapped.
My fingers itch with impatience to get my hands on her. “I must have been a really good boy if Santa came earlier this year.”
She trails a dainty finger down the valley of her chest, sending me a flirty look. “You have been. So come get your present.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Hunger drives me and desire courses through my veins, heating my insides as I rush to her.
I push her on her back, lifting her legs over my shoulder, eager to indulge in my favorite treat.
I slip her thong to the side, but don’t undress her. This is foreplay, and she will remain dressed until I carry her to bed.
Lapping at her slit, I push my tongue in and out of her delicious pussy that has my cock weeping—desperate to feel her wrapped around it.
Sucking on her clit, she throws her head back, biting her lip.
Pleasuring this woman makes me insatiable. Nothing tastes sweeter than her juices. Like I am starved, I dive into her pussy—she’s my buffet and I am greedy to indulge after being famished for so long.
Lapping and nibbling, I eat her out until she comes on a stuttered breath.
Those pleasure filled sounds echo around me with the sweetest notes of surrender. I doubt I will ever tire of hearing them again and again.
I lick her juices off my lips, dragging my chin against her thighs and up to her belly. When I reach her chest, I pull her tits out, sucking on her pebbled nipples, not leaving one inch of her untouched, unlicked, or unkissed. Ravenous, that’s what I am when it comes to her. Then I move up to her mouth. She’s still dazed, coming down from her high.
