Chapter 3 #2
"Right. So we should—"
"Thank Maura?"
Liz laughs, half chokes, coughs, then continues her laugh. Goes quiet. Swallows hard and fixes her gaze on my mouth again. She catches me looking at hers. We're both suspended in this moment, neither of us stepping away.
We crossed a line we cannot uncross, but if I had to do it all over again, I would make the same choice. I can almost see the gears grinding in her head.
For a few beats, the air between us thickens, so much that I can almost taste it on my tongue, feel it on my fingers.
Liz feels it too.
She doesn't move.
I don't move.
And then we crash together again, more desperate than before, hungrier. We're all over each other, hands everywhere, a tangle of limbs.
With my mouth on hers, we both know where this is going, neither of us stopping it.
"This is such a bad idea," Liz says between kisses.
I nip her earlobe and trail kisses along her neck. "Terrible idea."
She tilts her head back to give me better access. "We should stop."
I suck on the spot between her collarbones, marking her as mine. A mark that will take days to fade. "We should."
"Just once," she whispers. "De-stress. To get it out of our systems." She stands and pulls at her dress.
Just once. Like, will once be enough. But if once is all I get, I'll take it.
"Just once." I stand, hold her, we kiss softly, she turns, and I unzip her dress. "Then I'm making it count."
The dress slides off her shoulders and pools at her feet. Liz has nothing on except a matching lace bra, and the whole world slides to a stop around us.
I've imagined this. Fantasized about it more times than I should admit. But reality is so much better than anything my imagination conjured.
She's curves and soft skin, and I want to worship every inch of her. With my hands, mouth, tongue, and cock. "You're so fucking beautiful, Liz. Do you know that?"
For the next few seconds, we peel clothes off until we're standing naked, about to cross the final line. I should really start counting the reasons this is a bad idea, but that requires more fucks than I'm willing to give.
Right now, I'm on the verge of going mad with desire.
Crushing my mouth to hers, I lift her off her feet, and we tumble onto the bed.
I unclasp her bra, and my mouth moves over her, trailing kisses along her chest. When I reach her breast, I drag my tongue along the nipple and suck on the taut bud.
My cock twitches when I hear her moan. My free hand goes to the other tit, squeezing and kneading, rolling the nipple between my fingers.
She groans and writhes. Her breasts and sensitive nipples obviously ignite her passions, big time.
I can't get enough of hearing and seeing her pleasure.
This is a whole new Liz for me. The sexual Liz.
She's already digging her ass into the mattress, but I still take my sweet time exploring, teasing, and caressing her.
I hover over her, watching her eyes at half-mast, her skin flushed, her freckles more prominent across her cheeks.
"Ready for me?"
Liz just nods.
Without breaking eye contact, I wrap a hand along my length and wedge my tip at her entrance. Slowly, I push inside, hissing at how wet, hot, and tight she feels. I stop, retreat, pause, and start again, just an inch. Inch by inch, teasing her walls wider with each thrust.
Fuck, I can feel the tingling at the base of my spine, so I stop and breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Control. I need some sense of control so I don't embarrass myself or disappoint her. I take it easy.
I want this to last, want to remember every second.
"Jesus, Liz. You feel—" I can't finish the sentence. Can't think past how good this feels, and how right.
Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in. "Move. Please, Dean. Move. I'm dying here."
That's what I do. I move inside her, slow at first, hips rolling, building rhythm. The moment I feel like I'm not about to come with my next movement, I increase the pace. I lower my mouth to her tit again and suck while my hips rut in short spasms, then thrust harder with more intent.
Liz, even with her limited movements, meets me thrust for thrust, and the sounds—skin on skin, our ragged breathing, her moaning my name—fill the room.
The headboard hits the wall. Again and again. We'll probably have complaints from the guest next door. Right now, though, I don't give a fuck.
Liz wraps her legs around me, her heels dig into my back, and she moves her hips upward while I thrust downward.
"That's it, Liz. Take me deeper."
I look down at where we're joined, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I thought my fantasies about her were filthy enough, but those don't even compare to the real thing.
Everything about this has exceeded my expectations.
With a growl, I lift her legs and toss them over my shoulders, giving me a chance to go deeper at a different angle. Her face is beet-red, fists clutching the bedsheets, as she snaps her eyes shut.
"Open your eyes. Watch me as I pound into your pussy."
"Dean…"
I'm getting close, too close, but she comes first. Always. I slip a hand between us and rub lightly on her clit. Liz's pussy tightens immediately.
"Dean, I'm … I'm about to—"
"Come on my cock. Give it to me."
Liz bows off the bed, a low, long moan tearing from her throat. The sight of her coming apart, her pussy pulsing around me. It's too much.
Pleasure collects and coils in tight spirals; a sense of desperation builds. Closer and closer until … an explosion of sensations tears through me, blinding sparks lighting the darkness behind my eyes.
"Fuck, Liz. Fuck!"
She continues to cling to me in shuddering spasms while I empty myself inside her, coating her walls with my seed until I soften.
We stay like that for a few minutes or a few hours, I don't know anymore.
The silence stretches. Liz stirs and breaks into laughter again, pointing at the laptop screen. Maura is frozen, seemingly in mid orgasm; her eyes wide, mouth forming a large 'o'. Guess she couldn't stand the sight of her sister's pleasure.
Just once, we said, we agreed.
Just once to get it out of our systems.
Except now that I've had her, all I want is more.
This didn't get anything out of my system. It made everything worse.
Because now I know what it's like to be inside her, to hear her say my name like that, to watch her fall apart because of me.
And I have to go back to being just friends?
I'm so fucked.
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