“Undies?” That word sold me. Sitting back on my haunches yet remaining on top of her with my thighs straddling her hips, I reached for the drawer and opened it before burying my hand inside, feeling soft cotton and cool silk until my fingers bumped into cardboard. I drew it out only to drop my jaw in shock. “Holy shit.”
A small, unopened box of Trojans sat in my palm. My gaze moved to her, one eyebrow lifting in question.
She offered me a small, guilty smile. “Courtesy of Caroline.”
I barked out a laugh, then announced, “Oh my God, I love my sister so much right now.” And I tossed the box to the side before saying, “Now about these boobies.”
I’d avoided them long enough, which had to be a crime because...damn. They were so ripe and pert, the hardened nipples like berries just waiting to be plucked. I kind of liked that they were on the smallish side because they were going to fit into my hands perfectly.
Flexing my fingers in preparation of touching them, I pulled a laugh from Sarah for my antics before I reached down and cupped her in each palm.
Together, we drew in a ragged breath. “Oh...wow,” she said in a daze. “I had no idea that would feel so good.”
I grinned at her. “Wait until I suck on them.”
She whimpered, so I took that as my cue and leaned down before tugging a begging peak into my mouth.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!” She clutched my hair hard and her legs writhed uncontrollably, making me feel all masculine and accomplished. But, damn, she even tasted as sweet as a berry.
Batting her fingers out of my hair, I skimmed my other hand down her side as I worked the second breast, making her moan and squirm even more. Except this time, she gripped the sheets and not me.
While I was biting the end and then licking away the sting, I tugged off her sleep pants and panties in one fell swoop.
“I swear, there’s like a string inside me,” she panted out, “connecting my breasts to my pussy. Every time you”—I tugged on the end of her breast with my teeth, making her gasp—”yeah, do that...I can feel it down there.”
“Down here?” I asked, slipping my hand between her legs and pressing against her clit.
“Ohmigod, I’m naked!” she squeaked, glancing down in shock. “When did you take those off?”
I laughed. She really was too adorable. But then I looked down at the pussy I was holding, and the chuckle turned into a groan. Fuck, she was flawless.
“You’re so perfect,” I said. My jaws ached and mouth watered with the need to taste her. “So do you want to try an experiment?” I asked. “See if it works the other way around, and you can feel it in your breasts when I suck on your clit.”
“Uh...” Her gaze filled with lust. “Okay.”
I grinned and licked her. She yelped in shock, then moaned in need, and finally screamed in release.
I loved every little—and big—sound she made. It told me I was doing my job well.
Sitting up, I grinned down at her. “So, did you feel it?”
She blinked at me, looking dazed and confused. “What?”
I chuckled. Oh, yeah. I’d done my job real well.
“That was so much better than any orgasm I’d ever given myself,” she slurred, looking so limp and sated and happy that she might just fall asleep any moment.
“Hey, don’t go passing out on me. We’re not done yet.” Climbing out of my sweatpants, I watched her tired eyes spark with interest as my cock sprang free.
“Oh, wow. Is it bad that I like to look at it?” she asked, licking her lips while I reached for the condom.
“I guess I’d rather you like it than don’t like it,” I decided, grinning when her eyes drew wide as I rolled the latex over my length.
“That is so freaking hot,” she whispered. “Okay, I like looking at it even more when you’re touching it.”
“What? Like this?” I stroked myself for her, and she went crazy, squirming on the bed and clutching at her breasts in one hand and her pussy in the other.
That invisible string in her, connecting the two, was obviously going crazy.
Needing to be inside her soon, I knelt between her spread legs and began to guide my cock to the promised land.
Sarah made a choked, sobbing sound. “Oh no. I’m suddenly nervous. Brandt!”
I froze, zapping my attention to her face. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she wailed, clutching my arm. “Just...I don’t know. Could you talk me through it or something?”
“Of course.” Nodding, I gripped her wrists and brought her hands back above her head so I wouldn’t have to worry about any bad memories triggering when I needed to focus on easing her worries.
Kissing her on the center of the forehead, I said, “I’m going to put my dick in you now. It’s probably going to hurt.”
“Brandt,” she growled, sending me a death glare. “That did not help.”
I laughed, because actually it had. She just hadn’t realized my bad joke had totally taken her mind off the panic. Wanting to be serious, though, I sobered. “You know I love you, right?”