Page 53 of Sweet Girl
Van chuckles, both hands cupping my cheeks and his mouth giving me a soft kiss on my lips. I feel him smile against my mouth, and my relief is evident as my entire body relaxes.
“Good to know,” he reassures, placing kisses along my cheek, down to my neck. “I can still use protection, if you want. I’m clean, though, and got tested after...well, after everything.” He clears his throat. We both know what he’s referring to.
Shit. It appears he’s leaving this decision up to me. I wish mental telepathy was a real thing between twins, because I’d call out to Kady for help. Kady, what should I do?
“Oh, uh...I’m good with whatever you want.”Brilliant. Very confident, Kylah.
Chuckling again, Van leans over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom wrapper. Giving me a wink, he says, “We’ll play it safe.”
My heart melts. He’s the most upstanding guy I’ve ever met in my life.
I should use this moment to bring up my virginity. I should...but I can’t. I don’t want him to look at me with anything other than the desire he holds in his eyes right now.
So I shut down my brain, and climb on his lap, straddling him so that he’s forced to lay back on the bed. We begin making out again, our naked chests now plastered together, our lower halves still covered with denim, but rubbing in all the right places.
My patience is waning. I pull back with a sound of frustration, scooting my butt down and over his erection, which elicits a long groan from Van. I begin to unbutton his shorts. He lifts his head and watches me with interest as I pretend to know what I’m doing. Things are going well so far until the zipper gets stuck, because honestly, his hard on is so big, there’s not a lot of room down there.
I’m determined to do this without aid as I pull the material away, loosening the gap, and gingerly glide the zipper down. Success! Van leans up to lend a hand, as I have to sit up on my knees to give him room, watching as he pulls the waistband down and kicks his shorts off onto the floor.
My mouth literally waters at the sight of his erection jutting up toward his navel. It’s so crazy to think that some girls don’t like the look of penises. Everything about the male body – Van’s in particular – is utter perfection. And knowing that his dick is hard and throbbing for release because of me is the biggest turn on ever.
Van covers my hand with his and brings both up to his heavy cock. I follow his lead and allow my fingers to wrap around his length, as we both begin jacking him off in slow, even strokes. Van’s fully erect dick is wide and long, my fingers straining to hold all of him. I watch our joined hands, the smooth movement, as he twists our hands around his shaft.
He lets go, leaving my hand in control of his pleasure, as his eyes close and his head returns to the pillow. The only sounds in the room are our heavy breathing, along with his low murmurs of pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s so good.”
“Just like that, Ky.”
“Mm. Right there.”
None of this is rushed. He seems to relish in the teasing rhythm of my slow hand job. Determining to move things along just a tad more, I lean my head down and lick the tip of his head. The pearl of liquid sits against my tongue as I swallow it down, reminiscent of the first time we were together. The penetrating growl precedes the sudden change of position, as he flips me over onto my back. My gasp is drowned out by his mouth, which opens in a hot kiss to my lips.
His hands begin working at my jeans, unzipping and yanking them down my thighs until they get stuck at my knees. We both laugh as he fights with the material, my legs trying to shimmy and kick them off. Finally relieved of the offending constriction, my body lays open and exposed to him, as his eyes and hands peruse over me.
I’ve never been ashamed of my body. I’m not stick thin like some girls, or as curvy as others. My legs are fairly long, my butt nice and round, my belly not as flat as I’d like, and my boobs a happy B cup. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation that his calloused fingers provide as they flutter over the tips of my nipples, caressing the underside of my breast, down my middle. He circles my belly button and continues lower. As soon as he hits my center, my hips begin to move on their own accord and he chuckles, but I don’t open my eyes.
I inhale as if I’ve been submerged in water and have just come up for air as his finger slips in between my lips, working through the wet recesses between my legs. He teases and tickles, dipping a finger inside and bringing it back out to sweep across my clit. I moan loudly – squirming under his ministrations. Wanting the torture to end, but hoping it continues. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and I love that.
My eyes are still closed when I feel him shift and the warm breath he releases at my apex has my head rising to look down at him. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen in my life. His hair fans out around the tops of my legs, his lips are shiny and he wears the most salacious, sexy grin.
“Open up for me.” He commands, pushing my legs wide as he plants his face at my center.
I squeal as the first onslaught of his tongue licking its way through my sex. He hums against me and it reminds me of that first naughty conversation we had over the phone where he admitted to the fact that he loved to eat pussy. And now, here he is, eating me out. Going down on me. Giving me lady-head.
Holy shit. It’s so good.
And then he adds a finger and I’m done for.
With his index finger pushed deep inside me, he swirls his tongue lightly against my clit, and I absolutely lose it. My hands reach for his head, unbidden, and I literally push his face down harder, grabbing chunks of his hair and yanking tight. His lips clamp onto me in silent delight, as I arch my back and come all over his face.
My body continues to convulse with the aftershocks of my release. My head feels woozy, like I’m drunk, even though I’ve never been more sober in my life. I’m lit up like my mom’s Christmas tree, the electricity charging through my veins. I consider what just happened. Van ate me out and it was the best mother-effing thing in my life. He’s really good at that.
Just like that, jealousy courses through me, sending an even stronger vibration through my blood. If he’s good at that, it’s because he’s probably done it a million times before with his ex. I know I shouldn’t think about that, or picture them together, because that’s creepy and not important. He’s here with me now – not her. And according to Van, he’s completely over her. There’s no going back.
Van’s head re-emerges from down below and his face shows an expression of bewilderment.
“Ky, are you okay? You’re crying.”
