A Sister's Power. Cydney Rax

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СКАЧАТЬ he proceeded to go from her breasts to her flat belly, then from her thighs to the taut skin underneath her bosom. He made a soft trail of tender kisses all across her body.

      When he finally mustered up the strength to undo the last button, he slipped his fingers on the sides of her bikini and slowly pulled them down past her knees until they dropped around her ankles.

      She laughed, stepped out of them, and kicked them out the way. When she looked up, Edmund, who had been wearing a wifebeater T-shirt and some boxers, was completely nude.

      “When did that happen?”

      “I’m fast, baby. Very fast.”

      “Oh, I’m sure but right now I need you to go nice . . . and slow.”

      Soon they both stepped into the tub filled with a mountain of bubbles. She sat behind him with her legs clasped around his waist. She kissed his back then washed it. He turned around to face her. He took a sponge, dipped it into the warm sudsy water, and rubbed it across her breasts that were glistening in the dimly lit room.

      He got up and sat behind her. Edmund kissed her bare shoulder, something that felt extraordinarily electrifying to her tired, aching, love-starved body.

      Once the bath was over, they dried each other off with huge bath towels. Then took their glasses of wine to his bedroom.

      He pulled back the covers, let her climb in bed and he joined her.

      “Your hair looks beautiful, Burgundy.”

      “Thanks. I got it done a couple of days ago. I was at the salon for four, almost five hours. It was very crowded and Destiny, she’s my hairdresser, she’s always in demand. The wait is awful but I love the results.”

      “You look very pretty, my dear.”

      She smiled at Edmund from ear to ear. Being with him took away some of the hollowness that had settled inside of her since Nate passed.

      “Your support means everything to me, Elm. I don’t know how I’d make it without you.”

      “It’s always my pleasure to please you, Burgundy.”

      He scooted down the bed until he was at the foot of it and was on his knees.

      Burgundy gazed at this man, just taking him all in and brimmed with joy.

      “You know what?” she said. “When you wear boxers, I can’t see what I normally see.”

      “And what do you normally see?”

      “Your big dick. I mean, I know you’re packing but when a man wears boxers, unless he’s King Kong, you can’t really see his size.”

      “Don’t worry. You’ll be seeing my big dick in no time.”

      He sniffed her feet.

      “I love how you smell. Clean, sweet, fresh, and eatable.”

      He kissed her toes.

      “You like that?”

      She pretended like she didn’t hear him and kept talking. “I love how you’ve decorated your house. And I think it was a good idea to change things around and make it reflect your own tastes.” She knew he was divorced and she never really wanted to mention his ex-wife. Her name was Kyra. She was an attractive woman who also worked in the restaurant industry and she’d be photographed at various shindigs and would be mentioned in the Houston society newspapers. Thankfully, Burgundy had never met Kyra. She didn’t want to meet her. And she never wanted to directly mention the woman either. At least not while she was in bed with Kyra’s ex-husband.

      Edmund nibbled on Burgundy while she rambled away. He knew exactly what she was doing. Talking a few minutes before they made love helped her deal with what she was doing. For although she told herself that allowing him to make her feel sexy and wanted, sometimes she did struggle with what they’d started. This was their third time having sex since Nate died. She would have fun with him but felt guilty afterwards. Edmund did not agree with her opinion but went along with it.

      “I think I did alright,” he replied. “Rather my interior decorator did a great job. She gets all the credit.”

      “Her name?”

      He stopped nibbling on her feet.

      “Why do you ask?”

      “Just in case I need her to do the same for me,” she explained. “I think my house needs a do over.”

      “Ahh, I see,” he shrugged. “Look her up. Jennifer Mosley. A sixty-five-year-old white woman who wears bifocals and lives with twenty cats.”

      “Oh okay. Thanks for that very unnecessary detail.”

      Edmund laughed and resumed his nibble fest that included placing his entire mouth over her big toe and sucking on it until Burgundy started her little squirm dance. That’s when her hips and legs would rotate and twist and turn around on the sheets as she enjoyed the good feelings Edmund gave to her. If Burgundy squirmed, he knew he was doing a good job. And that’s all he wanted. To please this woman and help make her life easier.

      As the music continued to play Burgundy allowed her mind to be whisked away. His ardent attention to her made her feel very special.

      “What have I done to deserve you?” she asked.

      “Just be yourself, my dear. And if you can find it within yourself to do it, love me back.”

      “That’s definitely a good plan.” His words and his actions made Burgundy feel very good.

      Once he was done working on her feet, Edmund flipped her over.

      “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

      She obeyed.

      “Today was kind of challenging,” she told him.

      “Mmm hmmm,” he said as he positioned himself behind her.

      “But I won’t dwell on the particulars. Some things are just life. You just have to get through them.”

      “A lot like I’m trying to get through you.”

      She felt him insert his tongue in the crack of her behind. He wiggled it around touching all her hot spots. Goosebumps raced through her.

      He moved his tongue back and forth and dug in and out until he found a nice rhythm.

      She shivered and tried to hold onto the pleasure he was giving her without screaming. “This feels sooo good, Edmund. Keep going.”

      “Don’t worry,” he said.

      He dug deeper like he was trying to become one with her. She loved how he made her feel and was somewhat regretful that in their earlier years, she and Nate did not always share this type of sexual intimacy. But the more she thought about Nate, the more she thought about Becky. And the more she thought about Becky, the colder the room felt.

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