Her All Along

“Come here,” I murmured.

She swallowed audibly, and I drank in the sight of her as she approached. Those perfect legs, that little dress hiding nothing, her supple curves, nipples constricting underneath the soft cotton, her chest falling and rising rapidly. She couldn’t pretend anymore either.

Once she was close enough, I slipped my hands behind her knees and urged her onto my lap, and she climbed up and straddled me, an unsteady breath falling from her lips. Lust bolted through me and fried every nerve ending. She was exactly where she should be. Where I needed her.

I sighed contentedly and slid my hands up her thighs, and my gaze followed every movement. “My beautiful Pipsqueak.” Something made her tremble. Nerves, maybe. I didn’t want her to be nervous. “Fucking hell, you’re perfect,” I muttered, shifting my hands to her waist.

She sucked in a breath and shivered violently.

Her reaction sent a shudder through me too, and I surrendered. The effect she had on me was indescribable. I understood the definition of buzzing now, and how it flowed like an electrical current in my system. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and lifted my gaze to hers. I was fucking done for.

Like a magnet, I closed the distance. I cupped her face and covered her mouth with mine, and in an instant, she snaked her arms around my neck and pulled herself flush to my body. I bit back a groan at the sheer pleasure that exploded within me. My hands fell to her thighs as she applied pressure to the kiss, and I guess I saw what I’d been doing wrong all my life. Of course kissing felt too intimate if you were kissing the wrong person. If you were kissing someone you didn’t want too close.

We parted our lips at the same time, our tongues meeting tentatively at first, and I returned one hand to her cheek, wanting to reassure her. I didn’t even know if she needed reassurance, but I’d always been protective of her. I’d always wanted to stay close and extend a hand just in case.

I’d been wrong to say she was bad at seduction, because this was where she focused her efforts. She poured herself into the kiss with so much passion that it rendered me stupid. As I deepened the kiss further, I took another step and finally got my hands on her ass. All my blood left my head and surged toward my cock at that point, and I just checked out. She felt too good to think about steps and stages.

She gasped into the kiss when I kneaded the back of her thigh and accidentally brushed the tips of my fingers along her pussy. So I did it again, and I cursed that flimsy little thong that was in the way. So was her dress. I wanted to see all of her.

“Will you lose the dress for me?” I grazed my teeth along her bottom lip before I swept the tip of my tongue into her mouth.

She breathed shakily and nodded once, then pulled at the hem of her dress. We broke the kiss so she could yank it over her head and throw it somewhere on the floor. She didn’t hide from me, and I was so fucking thankful.

Leaning in to kiss her again, I slid my hands up her rib cage and ghosted my fingers over her breasts. Just like the rest of her, they made my mouth water.

“I don’t want you to see me as some kid sister you grew up with,” she murmured.

“I don’t.” If I did, I wouldn’t be here. “I used to…” I brushed my fingers over her nipples next and felt them tightening under my touch. Fuck, it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t sit here any longer. “Then you turned into a walking felony.” I grabbed ahold of her ass and stood up with a grunt, to which she gasped and locked her ankles around my hips. And that was it. She pressed herself against my cock and made me lose my last shred of decency.

Before I knew it, her back hit the mattress, and I crawled on top of her. I kissed her hungrily and stroked her thigh, hitching it over my hip. When she dug her head into the pillow and exposed her neck, I kissed her there too. I sucked at her flesh, nipped at it, and let my hands roam freely. Every single inch of her, I wanted to touch.

I rocked against her pussy and elicited the sweetest fucking sound from her. The raw need in her breathy moan went straight to my cock. Her thong had to come off soon, too. I could feel how hot and wet she was through her underwear.

I couldn’t wait. Covering her mouth with mine again, I wedged a hand between us and slid it underneath her thong. Her only response was to swivel her hips into my touch, so I trailed down farther until my hand covered her soft, wet pussy.