Page 125 of Sing For Me

I shake my head, pulling off my jacket. “No. I wantyou, Reese. Right now.”

“But—”

I reach behind me and yank my shirt over my head.

Her pupils dilate before my eyes.

“Going to remember you start losing arguments when I take my shirt off,” I say, grinning.

“Unfair,” she whispers. Then she runs, and I’m chasing after her as she shrieks with laughter.

I may not be as fast as my pro-athlete brother, but I’m still fast. I reach her just before she gets to the bedroom, and I wrap my hands around her middle, picking her off her feet. “No way am I letting you get away,” I say into her hair as I walk her to the bed and fall down on it with her.

She rolls over on her back and I climb over her on all fours, my arms bracketing her beautiful face.

“I love you, Reese Franco.”

“I love you, Eli Dunham.”

“Maybe it’s time to change my name back.”

“You could try Franco?” Reese grins and I nip at her neck with my teeth.

“I could. Jude’s already passed down the family name.”

“Stop talking about kids, Eli. My poor ovaries.”

“Why? I want to make babies with you, Reese.”

“Shouldn’t we take things slow?”

“Why, when we already know this is it? Fuck, I want to put a baby in you right now.”

“Not possible yet but…God, Eli, just one thing at a time, okay? I might die of happiness if you keep going like this.”

“Don’t do that.” I suck on her earlobe. “Not before I taste you.”

Reese inhales sharply.

“But first—you’re wearing altogether too many clothes.”

I sit her up to pull her top over her head, and unhook her bra, tossing it aside next. My dick surges at the sight of her gorgeous tits, and as she flops back on the bed, I take them both in my hands.

“Mine,” I say, taking a nipple in my mouth, drawing it into a peak with swirls of my tongue. I do the same thing with the other, back and forth until Reese is moaning, her back arching off the bed. I could stay here all day, but I need more.

I make quick work of unbuttoning and pulling off her jeans, and when she’s lying there in only her panties, I draw my hand down her stomach, sliding it over the thin cotton covering her mound. “You ready, baby?”

“For what?” she teases, but she whimpers as I run my thumb over the already damp fabric there.

For the rest of our livesis too corny. So I hook my fingers over the top of her waistband and pull the panties down, nuzzling my face in the soft thatch of hair there, inhaling her musky, pheromone-laced scent. I reach down to readjust myself—I’m so hard I could probably come with a few quick strokes, especially with my face in Reese’s pussy.

But I resist, instead spreading her legs wide, running my thumbs up the side of her opening and dipping my tongue into her slick center, flicking at her clit lazily at first while she gasps and moans and lifts her whole body off the bed.

“I wasn’t ready,” she gasps. “You’ll always surprise me, Eli. You’ll always make me feel so good in ways I never knew I could.”

I slip a finger inside of her, then another. Then I suck gently on her clit while I work my fingers up and in, loving feeling her buck against me. I want to keep her from coming, to tease her, but I can’t. She’s too perfect, and I’m enjoying this too much. So I let her come. I let her cry my name as she stiffens, shuddering and bucking under me, sounding almost in pain she’s coming so hard.

Finally she softens and I lift my face, giving her a wide, Cheshire-cat grin. “I could eat this pussy all night,” I say. “In fact, I think I will.”

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