Page 22 of 5+Us Makes Seven

“Yes, but you’ve transformed them over the past six weeks.”

Her eyes fluttered up to mine as my hand reached up to cup her cheek.

“You’ve transformed all of us,” I said.

Her eyes danced between mine as I guided my lips to hers. I watched her eyes flutter closed as her hand came up and wrapped around my wrist. My lips settled onto hers in a soft kiss and I felt fire shoot up my spine. She tasted like tomatoes and lemonade, and the feel of her skin underneath mine made me feel powerful.

Strong.

Commanding.

A small whimper escaped from her lips. She opened for me, allowing my tongue entrance as I backed her into the door. Her body was pinned against me. Trapped between the large double doors of my house and my body. Her hands slid up my chest, gripping the fabric of my tailored shirt.

She deepened the kiss. Tilting her head off to the side as our tongues danced. And I knew then and there I had to have her.

I couldn’t let her leave without feeling her skin against mine.

Seven

Natasha

His kiss sent shivers down my spine. The chiseled strength of his muscles pressed into my body as his hands rose up my sides. I crept my touch up his chest, undoing every button of his shirt on the way up. I slid the fabric from his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the marbled floor underneath my feet.

His hands gripped my ass, hoisting me against the door. I wrapped my legs around him as my hands rushed to his hair. I could feel myself beginning to pant. I could feel my tits rising to painful peaks. I could feel the heat gathering between my legs as he pinned me to the door with his throbbing muscles.

We kissed until my lips began to swell against his. They traveled down his cheek, nipping at his earlobe as I gasped. His touch was electrifying. It sparked a fire in my toes that rushed up the backs of my legs. I ground my hips into him, feeling his cock throb to life against my clothed leg.

I could feel myself shaking as he pulled me away from the door.

He carried me up the steps, our silent bodies passing by the rooms of his children. He walked me all the way down the hallway and into a darkened room, then closed the door behind us with his foot. My lips were everywhere on him. His sculpted shoulder and his pulsing veins. I raked my teeth along his skin as he groaned, his knees hitting his mattress.

He laid me down softly. Gently. Fluttering my hair out over the cool sheets as I sighed with relief.

He took great care in undressing me. His hands worked slowly. Torturously. His lips traced the smoothness of my stomach as he pulled my pants off. He hooked his fingers into my panties and rid me of the wet fabric. He kissed up my thighs, sparking a heat in my gut as he grew closer to my pussy.

Closer to where I needed him the most.

He settled between my legs in the pitch-black room. I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything. All I could do was feel him. Feel his pulsing muscles and his hands as they wrapped around my thighs. All I could do was feel his tongue lapping up my slit as I arched into his face. He pressed his tongue into my clit, curling my toes as my thighs clamped around his cheeks.

Then, he began his assault.

Licking and sucking. Flicking and raking. His tongue felt glorious and it seemed to hold the whole of my pussy on its surface. I could feel my juices dripping down his smoothed chin as his five o’clock shadow slid against my thighs. It was too much. So much, and yet I wanted more. I reached down and fisted his hair, drawing him closer as I bucked into his lips.

I wanted to moan. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to chant his name and grunt into the room. But I bit down onto my lower lip and stifled my sounds, worried we might wake the children.

Worried they might spoil this moment we had.

I could feel my skin crawling with need. Carter kept pulling me closer to him. Close enough to bury his tongue deep into my pussy. My eyes screwed shut and a choked groan escaped between my lips. My back bowed like an over-tuned violin as the heat built behind my pelvis.

“Carter. A little… just… oh! Yes…”

Pleasure crashed through my veins as silver stars burst in my vision. He pressed his tongue deep into my clit, rubbing it side to side with his thick tongue. My legs twitched, and my body shook. He pinned my hips to the bed, so he could clean up every last drop I had to offer him. I could hear him swallowing me down. Drinking me as if I was his fountain of youth.

I gasped for air as my back collapsed to the bed, my hands unraveling from his hair.

I panted into the darkened room as he pulled away from me. I heard clothes clattering to the floor as I tried to move my legs. My body felt heavy. Like a weighted blanket had been settled over my limbs. I whimpered as I felt the mattress shift, then instantly I was pinned onto my back.

My hands were over my head and our fingers were interlocked. I could feel his breath pulsing against my lips. I could smell my arousal upon his skin. The only thing I could see where the whites of his eyes. Staring at me as his warm, chiseled body hovered over me.