Zip, Zero, Zilch (The Reed Brothers 6)

We walk into the bedroom and I get in the shower really quickly. Then I get out, wrap myself in a towel, and go into the bedroom so I can put on something to sleep in. Then I move toward the bathroom sink so I can brush my teeth. Sam follows me. He stops behind me and looks at my face in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, as he sets his hands on my hips and his chin on my shoulder.

My mouth is full of toothpaste, so I can’t answer.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he says.

I choke on toothpaste.

Sam

She’s so fucking beautiful that I can’t breathe. My dick is hard and I want to bend her over the counter and slide inside her wet heat. But I know I can’t.

I kiss the side of her neck and she tilts her head to give me more. Her eyes close and her head falls back onto my shoulder.

My fingers are shaking a little as I slide them around her waist and dip into the waistband of her panties. Her eyes fly open and she lays her hand over mine to stop me.

“You’re still on your period, right?” I ask quietly.

She nods, her cheeks suddenly flaming. “You want to do it in the shower?” she asks. She laughs, but it’s not a joyful sound.

Her voice is hesitant, but she meets my eyes in the mirror. I chuckle. “When I finally get to fuck you, it’s going to take a while. It certainly won’t be a quickie in the shower.”

“But—”

“I can wait.”

“I can’t,” she complains.

I laugh. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

Her breath hitches. But she doesn’t tell me no, not even when I slide my fingers across the hip of her panties, tracing the line all the way around to her back.

I grasp her thick thighs and slide my hands up, rubbing all that delicious flesh that I have been dying to see plump around my fingers.

Her panties are blue, and the hip is nothing more than a tiny string of fabric. “God, these are sexy.” I bend down and kiss her hip, lifting her shirt a little.

I inch my way up her back with my lips, taking time to taste her. By the time I get to the center of her back, she’s squirming in my arms.

I know she’s self-conscious, so I don’t take all her clothes off. I lift her shirt, though, and push it up so that I can see her tits.

“Oh, my God,” I breathe close to her ear. She shivers in my hold and raises one arm so that her hand can clasp the back of my neck.

Her tits fill my hands and then some. They’re big and round, with dark, ruddy nipples. I lift them gently, because I don’t know yet how she likes for them to be touched. She covers one of my hands with hers and squeezes.

“Harder?” I ask.

She nods. I can barely feel it, but I see the acceptance in her eyes.

I grasp her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, each hand full of her, and give them a gentle squeeze. I watch her face in the mirror, and I see that she’s watching me just as closely. I wonder if she can see that I’m about to come in my pants. I wonder if she has any idea at all of how she can undo me.

She whimpers and I let her breast drop with my left hand, and I slide it down the tender skin of her belly. Her stomach is a soft, padded lump, and I spread my hand across it. I can almost imagine my child growing there.

“Sam…”

“What?” I whisper back.

I suck her earlobe into my mouth and nip it, while I tug on her nipple, elongating it with gentle pulls. The skin of her neck is a dusky pink, and her mouth hangs open.

“Sam,” she says again.

“I like seeing you naked,” I tell her. I almost expect her to kick me, but she doesn’t. She closes her eyes for a second, and then takes a breath and opens them back up. She looks into my face as I slide my fingers into the waistband of her panties and dip down into her heat. “I know you’re on your period. I promise not to touch anything you don’t want me to.”

She nods. I wonder if she’s past the point of caring. Then her hand covers mine and applies pressure, and I know she is. She’s past the point where she cares what I see or what I touch.

I dip into her heat and accidentally brush the string of her tampon. I move my fingers by it and circle her clit.

I fucking love that she’s letting me be this intimate with her. I fucking love that she’s letting me see her. All of her.

She cries out when I swirl my finger around her clit, and I brush up closer to her. My dick presses hard against her bottom. “Take your dick out,” she says.

I freeze with my hand in her panties. “I’m a little busy here.” No way in hell I’m going to take my hand out of her panties. Not unless she seriously wants me to.

She reaches behind her and grabs the waist of my gym shorts, and then shoves them down until my dick is free. The little fucker heads right for the crack of her ass. Her panties are covering her, though, so I rock against her. My balls are trying to crawl up my throat, and I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this. It’s too good. And I haven’t even been inside her.

God, I want to be inside her.

She reaches behind her and pulls the rear of her panties down. Her ass cheeks are exposed, and they’re so round and so perfect that I can’t take my eyes off them. She has these beautiful little dimples that only come with a perfect, wide ass. With a gentle hand at the center of her back, I push her forward. I keep my hand on her clit, rubbing in small circles, and she pushes her bottom back against me. But with my free hand, I plump her ass with my palm. I have to close my eyes to keep from coming.