Page 48 of Love Legacy

“You say that, but I don’t think you really want me to. Your body’s responding so well to my touch,” I murmur into her ear, my teeth grazing against her ear lobe. “I bet your pussy’s so wet for me right now.”

She bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan as I continue to toy with her nipples. I was playing with fire, touching Naomi like this out in the open in the kitchen. While Cora spent the night at Anthony’s last night, Gabby was still asleep in her room right down the hall. We woke up early, knowing that it would take us a while to get everything cooked. Gabby was smart, making her pernil yesterday, so it just needs to be reheated when we get tothe Kappa house. Since we do have the apartment to ourselves, at least for the moment, I decided to take advantage of that and Naomi.

I nip at Naomi’s neck, gently grazing my teeth over her skin as my left hand runs down her front, dipping below the waistband of her panties. My fingers dip between her legs, brushing over her clit and circling her entrance.Just as I thought,soaked.I grin against Naomi’s neck when I hear the clang of the peeler dropping to the countertop.

“Oh fuck, Sage,” she says breathlessly as she spreads her legs wider for me.

“Good girl,” I say softly, my fingers circling her clit lazily, my body flush against her back, trapping her against the counter. I slowly increase the pressure and speed, rubbing Naomi’s sensitive nub. Her heart rate picks up rapidly as her breath comes out in labored pants. I can feel her rapidly approaching the brink of her climax, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the counter.

I insert a single finger into her warm, wet cunt, stroking her inner walls and sending her over the edge. I can feel her body shuddering as she climaxes, riding out her orgasm on my hand. I plant soft kisses along her neck as she comes down from her orgasm. “My legs feel like jello,” she says shakily, still gripping the counter tight.

I grin, pulling my hand out of the front of Naomi’s underwear and bringing my fingers to my mouth. I lock eyes with Naomi as I lick my fingers clean, savoring her taste. Her chest still heaves as she watches me, desire still written all over her face. A door opens from behind us, Gabby finally emerging from her bedroom.

“You guys aren’t as quiet as you think—" she shouts out, stopping short when she finds us in the kitchen.

I just flash her a wink as Naomi blushes, tugging on the hem of her oversized T-shirt.

Gabby looks from me to Naomi, realizing what went down. “Come on, Sage. Seriously, in the kitchen? In front of the food?”

I laugh. “Sorry, I just can’t help myself. She’s irresistible,” I say, looking over at Naomi.

She blushes even more, scanning me from head to toe, clearly checking me out.

Gabby rolls her eyes, a smile on her face. “Get a room, you two. Somewhere private, not the kitchen.”

“I’m going to go freshen up, but don’t worry, I didn’t touch anything that will be made available for public consumption. Just this one,” I say, smacking Naomi on the ass as I walk by. I’m barely out of earshot when I hear Naomi and Gabby talking about me. I wash my hands in the bathroom, collecting myself, trying to tamper my arousal before heading back into the kitchen.

Gabby and Naomi are working together, finishing off the tray of candied yams and sticking them in the oven before moving on to making the mac and cheese. I decide to take a seat at the counter, staying out of their way because, clearly, I’m just a distraction at this point.

“So Naomi, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Gabby asks as she shreds some cheese.

Naomi pauses as she makes the noodles, contemplating her answer. “I’m not sure, actually. Usually, my whole family gets together at my Granny Mae’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. I don’t know if I want to see my parents, though. My grandmother bought me a round-trip flight to Atlanta, but she said it’s up to me if I want to use it or cancel the flight and take the airline credit. If I don’t go home, I don’t know what I’m going to do though.”

When she turns back toward the stove, Gabby glares at me.

What?I mouth, unsure what I did to be on the receiving end of one of her scathing looks.

She gestures in Naomi’s direction.Ask her to stay,she mouths back.

I had considered inviting Naomi to spend Thanksgiving with my family, but I wasn’t sure if it would be too much too soon. Especially since we still hadn’t defined our relationship yet. It would be one thing if it were just me, Theia, and our parents, but it’s not. Ken’s side of the family usually comes to visit as well.

If we were to go to my house for Thanksgiving, given how touchy-feely and affectionate we’ve been in the last couple weeks, there would be a ton of questions regarding our relationship status—questions we’re just not ready to answer yet. Not just from my parents but from the rest of the family as well. I don’t want Naomi to have to deal with that pressure.

“Hey, Naomi! Sage has a question for you,” Gabby calls out, drawing her attention.

“What’s up, Sage?”

I let out a large sigh, narrowing my eyes at Gabby. “I was just wondering if you’d maybe like to join me and my family for Thanksgiving.”

“That’s sweet of you to offer, but I wouldn’t want to impose,” she says, misinterpreting my exasperation.

I shake my head. “I wasn’t sighing because of you. I’d love to have you there. You know I would. I just wasn’t sure if that was even something you were interested in, given that we’re still very up in the air.”

“I’m not sure I’m following…”

“Well, we act like we’re in a relationship together, but we still haven’t really talked about it or made it official. I know that’s something you have to take your time with, so I’m not trying to pressure you into making a decision. My family’s going to have a lot of questions though, especially if we’re interacting with eachother the way we normally do. I’m not sure if you even wanted to deal with that.”

Naomi pauses, mulling over my words. “Well, I would love to spend time with you and your family. Maybe we can just keep things platonic on Thanksgiving when everyone is over, and then we can just be us the rest of the week. Unless you go home for the full week?”

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