The next day even, as he sat at breakfast, shirt on, but undone. I had sat in his lap as he fed me, and I him. Just as he’d promised.
A warm smile lit up his broad face as I sat atop him, his cock lodged inside my well-fucked pussy, lodged there after yet another load he’d blown inside me. It was a strange thing to describe, the thrill I got from the feel of his cold pistol against my bare flesh. By rights I was too sore to go again after his long, morning pounding. But as I sat on his lap and felt that metal against me, I was compelled to grind his dick and provoke him to yet another climax.
“What are your plans for today?” I asked that massive man, another foolish question I probably shouldn’t have asked such a deadly man. Yet he humoured me as he always had.
“I am heading back home now, to my place up north in Montreal,” he stated simply, feeding me a grape from the mini-breakfast buffet that was brought for us. Though my heart sank at the idea of him leaving… especially after all we had done. The risks we’d taken.
“You will come with me, yes?” he added so casually, head tilted just so, brow raised in question.
How could I do anything but nod? A thrill ran down my spine, and I wanted nothing more than to be in Luc’s arms forever.
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Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but yeah, I think so.”
His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms with how I felt for you.”
“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”
Zach stilled then, for her words confirmed something more precious and meaningful to him than he would’ve dared hope. He needed a moment to calm his blood, to let that sink in as he slowly moved along her cheek until their lips aligned.
He kissed her there for the first time, plush and full, no more skirting her mouth sheepishly. His tongue snaked out to lap at her gingerly as he squeezed her body in against his, those full breasts mashed against his hard pecs.
It was so much, their yo
uthful bodies so warm and wanting as her arms encircled him. She tugged him nearer and her mouth worked against his so much more frantically. It wasn’t the thoughtful, careful motions of him. Instead it was passion unleashed, her hand working up along his neck and into his hair, feeling him out so eagerly.
It felt wrong to be doing this, Zach realized, but the rightness of it outweighed that. It was so much better to give in, to let his hands slide over her body, feel out her flesh and move down to palm a cheek and squeeze than it was to resist and be a good brother.
As her excitement grew, so did his, and he gave a low groan as he kissed her back passionately. He was barely even aware of it as his free hand stroked along her spine to find the clasp of her bra, undoing it in his lusty haze as his manhood swelled and pulsed so rapidly.
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