I stood perfectly still as her gaze traveled down my body. I wanted her to look her fill because I was more than happy with the view.
Big tits, rounded hips, juicy thick thighs. She was everything I ever imagined.
That day in the shower wasn’t nearly enough time to admire her.
Watching her now, I couldn’t help but wrap my fingers around my dick and start to work from the tip and back.
Pre-cum already leaked out of the head, and I rubbed it into my length. “Tell me what you want.”
She stepped toward me. She hesitated as she reached out to touch me, but then she covered my grip and I stared at her, waiting. Expecting her to jerk back, the memory of her brother too close, but she did neither.
She touched me like her life depended on it.
Letting go of my dick, I gripped the back of her neck and drew her close. Tilting her head up, I slammed my lips down on hers and claimed her mouth. As I slid my tongue across the seam of her lips, she opened up for me, and I took full advantage, kissing her.
She worked my cock, copying me as I’d worked my length.
I gritted my teeth, feeling the pleasure consume me. There were no other words for how I felt. For my need.
I moved and she followed, not putting up a fight. When I got her to the edge of the bed, I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck and biting on her pulse. Then down to her big tits, licking and sucking at each hard nipple, giving them all of my attention.
Her moans were perfect.
Sliding my tongue across each beaded red tip, I then sucked them into my mouth.
After I pushed her to the bed, she fell back, letting go of my dick. I knelt before her, pressing my hands to her shapely thighs, keeping them spread wide for me.
“This is how I’ve thought about you. Legs spread, begging for my cock.” Vadik had taken care of her cherry, so I didn’t have to go gentle. I didn’t want to.
Working her pussy, I took her clit into my mouth, using my teeth to create enough pain that it was probably almost too much, and she screamed my name. The sounds were sweet.
I stroked my fingers up her inner thighs and touched her clit even as I tongued her. I glided my fingers down, teasing across the entrance of her cunt.
No longer innocent.
Just waiting for a big cock to take it.
Pushing two fingers deep inside her, I heard her cry out. Those delicious sounds were everything I wanted.
“Please!”
I stopped licking her.
“That’s right, baby, beg me. Let me hear everything you want me to do to you.” I went back to feasting on her pussy. She was so fucking sweet. So tasty.
Everything I ever wanted.
This was more addictive than the blade of my knife.
Adding two fingers to her wet cunt, I stretched her out, wanting her soaking when I finally fucked her. It had been so long since I’d been with a woman, and all of them before Emily paled in comparison.
She was all I ever wanted. The only woman I cared about.
My need built and the desire to just fuck her and to say the hell with it was so strong, but I ignored it all, and instead, only focused on her.
On fucking her pussy with my fingers and tongue. Giving her an orgasm so the only sound to come from her lips was the sound of my name. That was all I wanted.
Sliding my fingers in and out of her tight cunt, I watched her thrash on the bed, pressing up against me.
“Please, River, Please.”
I pulled my fingers from her pussy, gripped her ass, and ate at her cunt. Tasting her. Licking her. She was so close to the edge, and I wanted to follow her right over but for now, I just needed her to come.
The moment she did, I didn’t waste a moment. Once I’d torn into a condom, I slid it over my dick. Rather than enjoy every inch of myself inside her, I slammed to the hilt, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm as I plunged within her.
Perfect.
I closed my eyes and basked in every part of her.
We were on the edge of the bed and I stared down into her beautiful green eyes. She was looking right back at me.
I didn’t move. Just enjoyed the feel of her wrapped around my dick.
I gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place, waiting. I didn’t know why I just paused, held in stillness.
These moments, they were important. All of this was about Emily. In our own way, we’d waited for her. We were always willing to let her go, to let her have a life away from us until she took matters into her own hands. The day she killed to protect us, she’d cemented her life with ours. We were all bound together, and I didn’t hate that.