I knew she was going to bring that up. I suppose it was inevitable, but I was hoping to fuck her again before we had to deal with that particular problem.
I shift back to my side and rest my head in my hand. I don’t want to stop touching her tits—they’re too fucking amazing to leave alone while they’re uncovered like this—so I trace them with my finger.
“It’s going to be a little difficult,” I say. I might be understating that, but I don’t want to alarm Kylie, and the truth is I don’t know what Selene is going to think. “It will take her some time to get used to it.”
“What if she’s mad?”
I shrug. Mad doesn’t bother me. Selene gets mad at me all the time. “She’ll get over it.”
“You say that like it doesn’t matter,” she says. “What if she’s hurt?”
That word makes my throat constrict. I can’t hurt my sister.
“The three of us have been friends for so long,” Kylie continues. “And that’s all we’ve ever been. If you and I are suddenly something else, Selene might not know how to process that. I’ve always felt like she didn’t want me to like you that way, you know? Ever since we were kids. Every time I said something about you—how you looked or whatever—she was quick to shoot it down.”
She’s right, my sister is going to be tricky to handle. “Maybe we don’t tell her right away.”
“You want to lie to her?”
“Not exactly,” I say. “But we can ease into this and talk to her when we’re ready.”
“So, we see where this goes first?” she asks.
I know exactly where I want this to go, and I hoped Kylie would be more certain than she sounds. But for now, I’ll take what I can get. “Sure. We see where it goes. We’ll know when it’s time to tell her.”
“Okay,” she says. “What about today, then?”
“Today,” I say, running my fingers down the line from her breasts to her belly button. “Today you can have whatever you want. Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow.” I flick my fingers across her skin, like I’m ticking off her choices. “Mouth. Tongue. Cock. Forward, backward, sideways, upside-down. Anything. I still have so much to show you.”
She laughs. “You’re insatiable.”
“I am when it’s you,” I say. “I’ve been a dying man in the desert, walking on the edge of a river, but the water was always out of reach. I’ve only just managed to jump in. I’m still thirsty.”
“That’s very Greek tragedy of you.” She caresses my chest and runs her hand down my abs. “But I suppose it’s appropriate when you look like a Greek god.”
Her hand on my skin feels so good. “Mm, baby, keep doing that. It’s helping.”
“Speaking of water, maybe I should shower.”
I grin at her. “I like you dirty.”
“How dirty do you like me?”
I keep getting harder, passing the point where I can ignore it. I need her again. Now. “As dirty as I can get you,” I say. I flip the sheet off her and she shivers, bending her knees to tuck her legs up closer. “Cold?”
“A little.”
“I can help with that.”
I nudge her legs open and slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. She’s so fucking perfect—every curve, every mark, every angle. I lick my lips, and brush my fingers across the soft skin between her legs. She shivers again.
I grab a pillow and help her tuck it beneath her hips. She looks at me with her eyebrows drawn in.
“Trust me,” I say.
I move so I’m in front of her and nibble my way up her inner thigh. She’s breathing hard before I get anywhere near her pussy. The stubble on my jaw must be scratchy, but she seems to like it. I find a tiny freckle right at the crease of her leg and run my tongue across it.
“I owe you an apology,” I say, and kiss her inner thigh again.
“For what?” she asks. I love how high-pitched and breathy she sounds.
“I was too preoccupied with my dick last night,” I say. I kiss just outside her opening and lick my lips. Oh fuck, she tastes good.
“Your dick is magnificent,” she says. “You should be apologizing for keeping it from me all these years.”
“Baby, your pussy is fucking unreal.” I slide my tongue between her wet folds. “I wish I could have had this a long time ago.”
“Maybe we weren’t ready then,” she says.
I look up and meet her eyes. “Are you ready now?”
She tips her legs open for me. “Fuck, yes.”
I dive in, eager to taste her, to feel her hot, wet skin against my tongue. Her hips are tipped up just right, and I swirl my tongue around her clit.
She grabs the sheets, shuddering. “Oh god, Braxton.”
I want to keep hearing her say my name. I want to be the only name she ever calls out for the rest of her life.
I flick her clit with my tongue, testing her, seeing what she likes. I have so much to learn, so much to discover. I want to know it all. I give her more pressure and she rocks her hips up and down. I move with her, increasing my pace. My tongue slips back and forth across her clit, teasing her center.
I slide the pillow out so her hips turn up a little more and push my tongue inside her.