Page 54 of Cru's Crush
“Can you pack some of that up to go?” asked Trevino, coming inside with Maddox and Alex.
“Pain meds are wearing off,” my sister explained.
“Can I help?” I asked.
“Just don’t touch me,” said Maddox when I approached.
“I’ll probably hang out at their house for a while,” said Trevino after Alex led her husband outside.
I reached into my pocket and gave him his keys.
“Hang on,” said Daphne, scooping trifle into a container. She put a lid on it and rushed it over to Trev, who leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Thanks, sis.”
“What do you say, Bea? Should we leave these youngsters on their own?” Daphne’s father said to her mom.
“I have a very early start to my day. Would you mind dropping me off at the house?” my mother asked him.
“Not at all,” he responded.
“Do you want some trifle to go?” Daphne offered.
“I’m too full,” said her mother.
“Maybe just one more taste,” said mine, sticking her finger in the whipped cream a second time. On her way out, she winked at me.
“Good night, Ma.”
She leaned up and kissed my cheek. “Do the right thing, mijo,” she whispered.
I intended to, eventually. Tonight, though, I had all kinds of wrong planned. Based on the look on Daphne’s face, she was prepared for anything and everything I had in mind.
“Trifle?” she asked, dipping her finger deep into the cream.
I walked over and picked up the remote that closed the blinds on the main level of the house and turned off the lights everywhere but the kitchen.
She held up her finger as I approached. I grabbed her wrist and sucked it into my mouth. When I released it, I put my hands on her waist. “Pull your skirt up.” After she had, I lifted her onto the kitchen island.
Daphne gasped when her naked bottom came in contact with the cold, hard granite.
“Now, this,” I said, pulling her sweater over her head. “Lie back.”
When she did, I pulled the cups of her bra out of my way, stuck my finger into the trifle like she had, smeared her nipples with the cream, then sucked one into my mouth, followed by the other. Her body writhed on the counter, and her back arched.
“Cru, please touch me.”
This time, I stuck three fingers into the sugary dessert and coated the outside of her pussy with it. After lapping it away, I focused my attention on her clit. I knew she wanted my fingers, but first, I made her get them wet. “Suck,” I said, inserting one at a time in her mouth.
Before putting them where she wanted, I used my lips and tongue, bringing her right to the brink of an orgasm, then pulled away.
Daphne weaved her fingers in my hair, trying to connect my face and her pussy, but I wouldn’t budge. I needed the break to get myself under control. If I didn’t, I’d explode the minute I was inside her.
I eased farther away, propped myself up with my arms on either side of her, and stared into her eyes. “I’m taking you into the bedroom, Daphne, where we’re going to make love until the sun comes up. I’ll make you come so many times you won’t know your own name, and then I’ll do it some more. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?” Her eyes bored into mine.
“I’ve spent the last eight years wanting you.”
