SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 44 ~ Forever and always

JUSTIN

The smile I awake with doesn't stay with me for long, no more than a second.
The hand that is normally wrapped around my morning wood is not there.
The mass of soft wavy curls isn't nestled against my neck, and there's no slow warm breaths adorning my chest.

Throwing back the blankets, I look around for some pants to throw on, but find the clothing torn away from last nights steamy session are no longer sprawled across the floor.

Naughty girl, she's cleaning already!

With a small shake of my head, I decide not to bother with pants, too excited to see my beautiful angel. To be honest, the pants wouldn't stay on long anyway.
Opening the bedroom door, which she's obviously closed so she doesn't wake me, I smell food immediately.
Quietly taking the stairs, I reach the bottom and peer around the corner, into the kitchen.

Oh holy mother of Christ...

My eyes immediately land on the backs of her bare thighs, causing my already hard cock to twitch, begging for her.
She's dressed in my shirt.
Only my shirt, which is skimming just below her ass cheeks. I watch on as she carefully flips something on the stove, and I find I'm biting down hard on my lip. Fuck, I want her to bend over, and just give me a peak at one more inch under that shirt. I need to touch her, hold her. Have her.

Walking up behind her ever so quietly, I finish up an inch away from her body, but I know she already feels me here.
The sharp intake of breath, the spatula in her hand freezing mid-air, and the way her body seems to relax instantly.
Without touching her, I reach beside her, turning the knobs on the stove to 'off', then bringing my hand back to my side.
I realize we're both breathing heavily within seconds, and I still find it hard to believe I have this effect on her. Fuck I love it!
"Why did you leave me?" I ask eventually, my hands at my sides aching to touch her.
"I...I wanted...to make breakfast..." She stutters, making me smirk.
"I don't want breakfast...I only want you! Why would you sneak away like that? You know what it does to me!" I scold, fighting the temptation to slap her pretty ass.
She goes to say something, but stops entirely when I run the palm of my hand up the back of her thigh.
It's only a soft touch, but I feel her tremble none the less.
I bring my hand back down, and this time run both hands up the backs of her thighs, closing my eyes as I marvel at the beautiful softness of her skin.
Letting my hands drift higher this time, I run them over her ass gently, then up her back, my hands tingling against her skin. The shirt gets stuck against my wrists, causing me to drag it higher, as I grasp her shoulders in both hands.

My eyes wander down over her beautiful skin, my dick twitching and smacking her against her ass which releases the tiniest of moans from her.
I tug at the shirt, and watch as she quickly ducks out of it, letting it fall down around her wrists.

All mine!

Staying behind her, I reach beneath her arm, and twist the shirt around my own wrist once, pulling her hands together which are grasping at the edge of the bench top.
"No...No...I want to touch you!" She moans in a needy voice, realizing the shirt is acting as cuffs.
I don't respond. Instead, I grasp her waist tightly in my free hand, and pull her ass against my crotch with a hard jolt.
I look down, and smile at the sight before me. My hard cock standing upright, nestled between her tight little ass cheeks.
She trembles again, and I feel it against my hardness, now aching to be impaled deep inside of her.

Bringing my hand around her waist, I run it down the softness of her lower tummy, skip her clit altogether, and quickly dip two fingers inside of her. I barely give her time to react before I whip them back out again, even quicker than they went in.
Backing herself against me harder, letting her ass cheeks hug my cock, she lets out a whimper, before attempting to put on her confident voice. She fails.