Page 28 of The Rookie's Sister

Using her moans as a guide, I coax her toward climax. Alternating pressure and friction, I tease her clit until she’s gasping, her muscles quivering under my hands, then I move a hand between her legs and slip a finger inside her. I close my eyes, my dick throbbing as I imagine what it’ll be like to have that tight, wet heat gripping my cock.

I pump my finger in and out of her half a dozen times, twisting as I go until my knuckle rubs against her g-spot. I don’t put much pressure on it, treating it with even more delicacy than her clit. I don’t want her to be too sensitive when I take her, but I do give her what she needs to tip over the edge.

“Xav…” My name becomes a scream that echoes through my house and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

Her pussy is clenched so tight around my finger that I have to wait until her orgasm fades before I can withdraw my hand. When I do, she stumbles, as if I’m the only thing holding her up. I’m on my feet, catching her around the waist before she falls. Her expression is dazed as she looks up at me and it tugs at my heart in a way nothing else has before.

“Bedroom?” I ask.

A small smile curves her lips. “Don’t think I can walk just yet.”

Her claim makes my chest swell with pride and other parts of me just swell. Grinning at her, I scoop her up, laughing at the surprised squeal she makes. She wraps her arms around my neck and tucks her head against my neck. For a moment, I wonder if she’s going to fall asleep and I find that doesn’t bother me as much as it would with another woman. I think I’ll be happy just sleeping next to her.

Then I feel her lips feather against my skin. The touch of her tongue nearly makes me stumble. I feel her laughter as a hot breath and vibration.

When we reach my bedroom, I set her gently in the center of the bed and then take a step back. Only when I see her eyes on me do I shrug out of my suit jacket and toss it onto the closest chair. Instead of stripping as quickly as possible so we can get to the main event, I take my time undressing, enjoying the feel of her gaze on me, the way her tongue darts out every so often to wet her lips.

My cock is already pushing out of the top of my boxer briefs when I take off my pants and I can’t help my smirk when her eyes widen.

“As you can see, I come by the cocky attitude honestly.”

She rolls her eyes and gestures with a hand. “Well, then, get on with it. I’d like to see the full show.”

I hook my thumbs in my waistband, pause once more for dramatic effect, then push down my underwear and step out of them. My cock bobs up against my stomach and I grip the base of it, squeezing rather than stroking. I don’t need any help to get or stay hard.

“Please tell me you have condoms here,” she says. “Because I really need that inside me.”

It doesn’t surprise me that she’s straightforward about sex and I like it. She doesn’t come across as crude or even aggressive. She just knows what she wants and goes for it.

And right now, we want the same thing.

I reach into the top drawer of my bedside table and pull out one of those little packets. I rip it open and roll it on, gritting my teeth as my dick throbs. I’ll completely embarrass myself if I don’t gain control over myself..

She shifts on the bed, her hand going to her breast in what appears to be an unconscious gesture. When I climb onto the bed, I reach for her hand first, moving it aside so that I can lean down and take that tight little nipple into my mouth.

She cries out, her back arching as I suck on the wrinkled flesh. As I tease her with lips and teeth and tongue, I reach down to position her legs, one on either side of me. Without raising my head, I slide down until I’m cradled between her legs, my cock brushing against the dampness there.

“Please,” she begs, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Xavier, please.”

I raise my head, letting her nipple pop out of my mouth with a lewd sound. “Impatient,” I tease.

Her eyes narrow, but I don’t give her time to be mad. Instead, I reach between us and notch the head of my cock at her entrance. Watching her face, I ease the tip inside. There’s a catch in her breath, a lovely flush spreading on her chest, and then I push inside. Slow and steady, I fill her, my pulse racing as she stretches around me. I’ve heard the phrase ‘fit like a glove’ before, but I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it until this moment. She isn’t just tight. This feels like two puzzle pieces coming together.

“Fuck.” Her eyelids flutter and her nails dig into my shoulders, the bite of pain almost enough to send me over the edge.

I still above her, running through mental gymnastics to keep myself from losing control. By the time she begins to writhe underneath me, I can’t hold back any longer. I pull back and then surge into her again, driving a cry from her. I pause for a second, worried that I hurt her.

“Don’t stop.” She tightens her legs around my waist. “I won’t break. Just don’t stop.”

That’s all I need to hear to get me moving again. And she moves too. We fall into a rhythm that feels as natural as everything else that comes with being with her. I lose all track of time, of my surroundings, of anything and everything that isn’t the woman beneath me and the slowly growing pressure inside me. We ride that haze, chasing our mutual release.

When she makes little whimpering sounds, I know she’s close and I focus on getting her there first. My climax is on the horizon, but I refuse to give in until she comes again. I need this to be good for her, and not just because I have a reputation to uphold. When she thinks of tonight, I need her to remember that this is the best sex she’s ever had.

“Come for me,” I demand. “Let me feel you come on my cock like a good girl.”

I don’t know if it’s my words or the way I grind against her, but before the last word is out of my mouth, she’s coming, chanting my name. Between one breath and the next, I follow her and my last thought before everything goes white is that one time with her isn’t enough.

THIRTEEN

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