I'm in It (The Reed Brothers 10)

“Is that all you can say?” She alternates between licking her spoon and talking to me.

I take the ladle from her. “I think you should take your clothes off.”

“Right now?” she asks, her eyebrows shooting up toward her hairline.

“I can’t think of a better time.”

To my surprise, she pulls her shirt over her head, toes off her shoes, and shoves her pants down right there in the kitchen. “Now you,” she says. She takes the ladle back and licks it slowly.

Three seconds later, I’m naked in front of her, my dick standing out in front of me like it’s reaching for her. She licks her lips. Then she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth.

I gasp and lean so that my hands are braced against the counter, and she tongues the crown. Then she takes it deep, and I know I can’t do this for very long. “Wren,” I protest, but it’s half-hearted, because what she’s doing feels really good. “You have to stop.”

She shakes her head, her cheeks pulled in tight as she holds my thighs with her hands, pulling me in deeper.

“Enough,” I say. She doesn’t listen. I pull back, breaking her suction, and she rocks back on her heels.

I pick her up quickly and set her on the kitchen counter, then I yank her panties down her legs. I want to see her tits, so I yank her bra cups below them, and suck one into my mouth. Her hand holds the back of my head, her fingers threading into my hair.

“One of these days, we’re going to have to do this slow. Is it okay if that day is not today?” I ask against her nipple. Then I nibble and bite as she spreads her thighs and pulls me closer with her ankles.

“Fuck me fast and hard,” she whispers right next to my ear.

I pull her forward so her ass rests on the edge of the counter. “Do you want me to get a condom?” I ask as I get ready to sink inside her. I wait. I’ll wait forever.

She shakes her head. “I’m in this. If you’re in t

his, and we want the same things, then no.”

“I’m in it,” I say as I sink home. Her tight walls close around me, and I know I’m close. Too close. I pull back out, amid her protests, and kiss my way down her stomach, over the bush that I love so much, and down to her slit. She spreads her legs wide to accommodate my shoulders. “I love this pussy,” I say, just as I lick up her slit and suck her clit.

“I love your mouth,” she says. With slow licks and quick pulls, I bring her to the brink, until she’s clutching my hair and writhing against my face. “Mick,” she cries. “I think I’m going to—” Her eyes close tightly as pleasure washes over her face.

Her walls clench tightly around my fingers as she hovers there in the space just before coming.

“Come on,” I growl. “I want to fuck you. Come for me.”

I tip my fingers, and suddenly she comes apart. She holds my face against her heat, and I let her ride it out with slow licks, softening as she comes down, until she’s warm and pliant instead of rigid on the counter.

I stand up and in one thrust, I’m inside her. “I’m really sensitive right now,” she says.

“I’ll be careful.”

“Don’t,” she says with a grin. “Fuck me hard.”

I step onto my tiptoes and fuck her hard and fast against the counter, her ass in my hands as she comes apart again, and only then do I follow her.

“We didn’t use a condom,” she says with a smile as I go soft inside her. My calves are aching from standing on my tiptoes, but I want to stay inside her as long as I can. Finally, my legs and my dick go soft. I lift her from the countertop and she stands in front of me, naked aside from a bra her tits are falling out of.

I brush her hair back from her face. “Come what may?” I say.

She grins. “I don’t know. I might be able to come again,” she says.

“Give me five minutes and we’ll test that theory.” I kiss her quickly and then grab the ladle. The ice cream is now soft, but I don’t care. Neither does she.

“Has it been five minutes yet?” I ask, thirty seconds later.

She lifts her mouth from the ladle. “I don’t know. Has it?” She grins.