Page 127 of You Had Me At Thirteen

‘Matilda!’ Sue’s face flames red, and I feel a little bad for her, but that may be because of who she’s actually kissing.

My eyes fix on Eli, and his lopsided face. I don’t want him anywhere near Matilda, but I don’t know enough about him yet to suspect he’s anything other than after my dad. Making a mental note to call Will later, I wrap my arm around Matilda’s waist and pull her to my side.

Sue pulls away from Eli and presses her lips together. ‘How about that dessert?’ She jumps up and heads into the kitchen, Eli following her like a foul smell.

Matilda leans up on her toes and threads her hands through my hair before kissing my lips. She grins against my mouth when I grab her arse and squeeze.

‘I know what I want to eat for dessert,’ I say against her lips.

She lets out a small whimper before shoving me away and grabbing my hand. ‘Mum, Wren and I heading to his house to watch a movie.’

Sue’s voice comes through from the kitchen. ‘Okay. Bye, Wren.’

‘Bye Sue, thanks for dinner. Maybe you can teach Matilda to cook like that so she can make me dinner some time.’

Sue’s laugh floats through the hall, which makes Matilda elbow me in the ribs.

‘I hate you,’ she says.

I shrug. ‘Just trying to get some of that hate fucking.’

‘Prick.’

‘Tease.’

Once we’re in my house, Matilda heads into the lounge room and switches on the television. She gets comfortable on the couch, then pats the cushion beside her. ‘There’s a new crime documentary on Netflix I want to watch.’

‘Of course there is,’ I say, sinking into the couch beside her. Deciding to text Will now before I forget, I pull out my phone.

How are you at finding information out about people?

Pretty awesome. Why?

Long story. But good to know. Talk later?

No problem. Say hi to Til for me.

Fuck off! *laughing face* emoji

*middle finger* emoji

Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I press my lips to Matilda’s neck. ‘Will says hi.’

‘Hi Will,’ she says, her eyes never leaving the TV, so I take my opportunity and kiss her neck again, tasting the saltiness of her skin, sending her body shivering under my lips.

Her nipples harden against her tank top as her body relaxes into the couch. She opens her legs to allow me to get on my knees in front of her. Her shorts and underwear take me seconds to drag down her thighs, with a little help of course when Matilda lifts her hips. I sit back on my heels and run my eyes down her body, resting them on her glistening pink pussy.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

My mouth waters, waging war with my dick over which one will get to experience her first. But I want to savour this moment, take my time on her body, cherish every part it. When I slide my hands up her thighs, spreading her further, she closes her eyes and parts her lips on a moan.

‘Wren,’ she says. ‘Fuck… hurry up and touch me.’ She wiggles forward to get closer to my face.

‘You want me to fuck this pussy with my tongue, beautiful?’ I say, rubbing her wetness over her clit before inserting my fingers into my mouth. On a groan, my eyes roll back into my head. ‘Fuck you taste good.’

She nods her head and slides further down the cushion.

Deciding to tease her a little, as punishment for being a brat, I take my time kissing up the inside of her thighs. She squirms and attempts to pull my face closer with my hair.

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