Page 8 of A Twinmas Entanglement
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Delaney
Solana’s sweet whimpers, shaking body, persistent pleading, and soft moans spur my assault on her dangerously delicious pussy. I feel my wetness soak my panties and drip down my black, sheer tights. Moaning from the satisfaction of devouring her pussy causes vibrations to ripple against her, and I know she’s going to come in a matter of seconds. Just a little more, andmi preciosa abejitawill be like putty in my hands. Drained, satiated, and so fucking soaked in her juices, I can’t help but be one step away from coming.(my precious little bee)
I move my tongue in and out of her hole, feeling her clench around me. The corners of my lips lift upwards. My greedy girl doesn’t want me to leave her begging cunt. Solana reaches forward and lightly grabs onto my hair, pushing my face closer to where she desires. I chuckle and think it’s time to have my girl moaning a little louder. Removing my tongue from her hole, I make my way up to her clit and lightly apply pressure by swirlingthe tip of my tongue in circles. A feral moan leaves her body, and I know I’m so close to making her come. I try again, but this time, I gently nibble on her clit before her legs start twitching and she’s on the edge of an Earth-shattering orgasm. She covers her mouth, realizing where she is, and I shake my head for her to stop and let go.
Fuck, having her like this is my favorite sight to witness. The way her body is so readily available for me to worship. Solana breathes faster, trying to catch her breath, and lets out a silent moan.
“Fuck, that feels so fucking good. Why did I have to work today? I need you to fuck me,” she whimpers. Oh, I want to make that happen badly, but I guess my mouth and fingers will have to do for now.
At this point, I don’t care who’s watching or if we get caught, because all I can think about is making her come. I want her to let go and feel like it’s just us in this moment. However, while Solana throws her head back in pleasure, I dispel from her cunt and quickly look around to make sure the coast is clear. It is, so I continue knowing I must make her come soon.
I squeeze her thighs tightly, burying my face deeper between her muscular thighs, inhaling her addictive scent. Coming up for a brief respite of air, I whisper, “Come for me,hermanita. Let me taste that glorious cum.” Her cunt clenches once more, and I know she loves my dirty mouth. I smile sinisterly and claw my nails on her thighs, bringing her a tinge of pain when I stuff two fingers inside her slippery cunt, moving my tongue up and down against her engorged clit.
I am addicted to her cunt and the way it’s made just for me. I know now that our love will never die. She’s mine. The way she molds perfectly for me makes this whole thing with our parents disappear, because I know I’ll always have her.
Solana’s thighs begin to tremble, her breathing increases rapidly, and her moans get a little louder. “Oh, my fucking God. Yes, right there,bebé. Dame mas. Por favor,” she growls, grasping onto the seat’s handrests like she never wants to let go. My pussy aches to be played with, but I withhold my need and focus on my girl before me.(Give me more. Please.)
In and out, my fingers continue their pace, then curve upward, reaching her G-spot. And just like that, she comes like no other. Solana surprises me when her cum soaks my fingers and face, leaving a never-ending stream of her wetness.
I am so fucking obsessed with her and how her taste fills my senses, making my body tingle with the overwhelming need to fuck her brains out. I lick my fingers and slide my tongue around the corners of my mouth seductively, staring straight into her perfect hazel eyes. If I didn’t need to go to work today and she wasn’t working, I wouldn’t have let her leave the bed this morning.
I’m cheesing so bad like a pussy drunk whore. I can’t wait to smell her sweet cunt on my fingers while I’m working. Yeah, it might seem fucking weird, but I’m a slut for Solana. I’d do anything to or for her, even if that means distracting her with otherworldly head in public.
“Mierda. Please stand up and cover me. Let me pull my sweatpants up; I see the security guard looking over here.” I quickly rise from my spot on the floor and hover over her as she pulls her sweatpants on. I grab her breakfast burrito and water from the seat beside her. I lean forward, expecting her to kiss me before she returns to work, but she hesitates for a moment before quickly kissing my lips.(Fuck. Please stand up and cover me.)
“Ehh, ehh, ehh. Give me my kiss. I don’t care if we’re late. Kiss me,abejita,” I order, snatching her by the waist, bringing her close to my body, and kissing her.
Getting lost in our kiss, I pull back and kiss her twice before saying, “I’m glad I was able to keep your mind from spiraling. I love you. We’ll get through anything. No matter what, it will always be you and me.”
“I love you, too. So fucking much. Thank you for that. You always know when I need you,” she states, sliding her hands around my body and grasping a handful of my ass before smacking it. I’m shocked, but so fucking turned on. I’d better change the subject before she makes me come right this minute.
“How about we have a little date night tonight? We can finally take out the decorations and put up our tree.”
She smirks. I see her mind spinning with many different ideas and shake my head. Solana is such a planner and always looks forward to taking us on adventures when it’s her turn to plan our date nights.
“How about a little paint and sip night? It should be fun,” I suggest.
“That sounds like a great idea. I’ll get there before you, so I’ll get everything ready. You just bring your sexy ass home,” she declares, leaning in for one more kiss. She jogs down the stairs like she’s a fucking athlete who could run the bleachers up and down so easily.
Solana is the love of my life, and though we’ve been tiptoeing around the elephant in the room, I feel the past few days have brought us closer. She tends to overthink things and hold a little resentment, because she wonders how things could’ve been if we were a family. But I know that I wouldn’t change anything. I would want this outcome every single time. If that means our parents can’t come to terms with our relationship, then that’s on them. We already had a relationship, fell for each other, and made a life together before we found out. It’s not going to be easy to try and break us apart. It’s also not something I ever want,and I know she’s slowly coming to the idea of not wanting that, either.
Seeing her sweet ass make her way to the team, Lena looks up and shakes her head when I rub the corners of my mouth with my fingers, indicating what we were up to. I chuckle and wink before picking up my breakfast and purse, descending the bleachers to the exit.
I’m giddy on my way to work when I think about how satisfying it’s going to feel when Solana and I fuck each other’s brains out. Maybe I’ll stop by for a little festive toy on my way home. Someone’s going to be a little ho-ho-ho tonight.
9
Solana
Having Delaney come to surprise me with breakfast and an orgasm was just another reason why I was completely head over heels for her. She knew just what I needed. She knew I was in a mood where I didn’t care for myself or eat often, so she fed me. She knew that I needed to set my mind on something else, so she gave me just that, leaving me a whimpering mess on the top of the arena’s seats while the women’s basketball team practiced. My girlfriend is such a naughty little whore, and I will show her just how much I appreciate her when she walks through the door in the next thirty minutes.
She texted me a few minutes ago saying she was stopping for a surprise for us both, and knowing her, I know it will be something freaky. I love how she can’t get enough of me. I feel the added revelation of us possibly being twin sisters has only ignited our spark. I know we’ve been told we most likely are sisters, but I don’t think I’ll fully believe it until I see the DNAresults. However, it doesn’t hurt to feed into the likelihood of our familial relationship.
Once I got home, I decided to take out our fake Christmas tree and decorations from our supply closet. I assembled the tree, fluffing it up and plugging it in to see if all the lights were working correctly. After it lit up perfectly, I left it plugged in and waited for Delaney to decorate it how she wanted. She’s so particular about what theme we should do, while I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. I’m all good as long as it looks festive, so waiting for her input is the best bet.
I take the steaks from the cast iron pan and place them on our plates along with some of Delaney’s favorite sauteed vegetables: broccoli, red peppers, zucchini, and carrots. I assemble the plate and place a dollop of mashed potatoes to complete our main course. The oven’s timer rings, and the overwhelming aroma of chocolate permeates the room. I turn off the timer and open the oven, revealing two of the most delicious-looking, personal-sized chocolate cakes. The fresh cocoa beans, the almond flour, and dates had me feeling all Nara Smith by making everything from scratch. I snatch the sangria Delaney made yesterday and set it on the table.
