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I definitely couldn’t recall if I was first to strip her out of my sister’s t-shirt and pants, or whether she reached into my sweats and freed my throbbing dick first. It was a blur as to whether I began feasting on her tits like they were two lush and juicy peaches, sucking the nipples hard as though to avoid spilling a drop, or if she’d first gotten to her knees, and sucked me off so hard, and so well, I almost shot my load in her mouth.
I didn’t know whose idea it was to fuck over the kitchen countertop. I just knew that I’d carried her across to it, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands cradling her butt. Her. Butt. Why hadn’t I noticed it before? It was fucking phenomenal. Not quite a bubble butt, though still firm and toned and high.
“You have a great butt.” I spoke between mouthfuls of her—her lips, her neck, her tits, her clavicle, her ear.
“Thanks. Years and years of ballet. I was almost considering going pro. I didn’t, but I still have the dancer’s butt and flexibility to show for it.”
In all honesty I’d stopped listening as I strode toward the kitchen bench with ideas bubbling in my brain. I placed Honey back on the floor, pushing her up against the counter.
“Turn around, I want to nail you from behind.” I’d already started rotating her body, slipping my hands into her hair, ready to pull her backward onto my straining dick.
“I’m done with the secrets and cloak and dagger—or should that be cloak and bomb—shit between us. I get that we’re not friends, but if you can’t face seeing the whites of my eyes while we fuck, then we shouldn’t be fucking, period.”
“You’re right, we’re not friends yet, but after what I just told you, I can’t believe you would think I don’t want to look into your eyes. You get that I’m probably going to be run out of... my friendship group because of what I did, right?”
I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to slipping up and outing Cygnus to her. While I was pretty sure that Honey and I were destined to be more than friends, I still needed to exercise caution. It was a delicate time in terms of relations within the organization, and the last thing I needed to do was screw up again, by revealing all our secrets to the very person we’d been taking such extreme lengths to hide them from.
“I’d hardly do that for someone I can’t bear to look at, would I? If you really must know, I actually just wanted to get a good view of your wicked butt.”
“Well, I want to see your face, and you want to see my butt, so ordinarily we’d have an impasse. But lucky for you, I got mad skills, and we can totally make this work—wait.”
She hoisted herself up onto the counter. “It’s the perfect height. But before I show you my party trick, I’m going to need you to do your part to assist with population control.”
“Meaning?”
“Condom”
“Ah, yeah, hold on.” I leaned sideways, and stretched out as far as I could, reaching for the farthest drawer. Like a good boy scout, I had condoms on hand in just about every room.
Once it was on, she brought her focus back to my face. “Well hey there.” She smiled shyly.
“Hey yourself.” I returned the smile, though more confidently.
“Allow me to show you my party trick.” She brought her hands to my shoulders to steady herself, and before I knew it had lifted her legs so that her ankles were right next to her hands.
“Holy shit. I never had you figured for the kind of girl who’d attend parties where this would be an appropriate trick.”
“Are you trying to say you think I’m a prude?”
“I’m trying to say I want to come to some parties with you.”
“Funny. Now shut up and enjoy the view.” She motioned downward with her eyes, and I followed with my own eyeline.
“Fuck. That’s hot as shit.”
“I know, but this isn’t a ball game—well it kind of is, but not the kind that needs an accompanying sportscast—so are you going to give me a running commentary, or are you going to screw me?”
She didn’t need to tell me twice. She braced her hands back behind her on the countertop, and I grabbed her ankles, anchoring her to me, and vice versa, then slid into her slowly.
Holy shit. She was totally right. It was an unusual angle, but the sight of me sliding into her, my dick flanked by her butt cheeks, was one I’d never forget.
Once fully inside, I looked up again to find her staring intently at me.
I pushed back and forth slowly, savoring the journey of each stroke and counter-stroke. She stared into my eyes, and as I held her gaze, reading her hazel eyes. I couldn’t figure out if the look within them was sheer will and defiance, or something else.
The sex was different this time. It was slower, and more intentional. It was more than just a physical release, driven by a biological urge. It was more than an act of defiance between sexually compatible adversaries. It was more than a battle of wills or a struggle for dominance. It was so much more than a race toward a certain end.
I had no trouble determining what it wasn’t. What I struggled with was knowing what it was. We’d turned a corner, that was for sure. Where we were headed after that, I had no idea.
