Whispering With You

23. To sexy sleepovers and clothes optional dates.

Kelly

A BANGING DOOR FOLLOWED BY SCREAMING CHILDREN filters in from the open bedroom window, punctuated by the distinct sound of a basketball slapping against cement. When the noise of a ball hitting the backboard comes shortly after, I burrow my face into the hair of the woman curled up next to me, and I groan.

"Kelly," Sutton grumbles, rolling onto her stomach, hiding her head under the pillow. Her voice is muffled when she says, "We forgot to close the window last night. You always close the window, or you'll be woken by the McNeelys."

Squinting an eye open, I'm instantly hit with the glare of the early morning sun through the window. "Shit. It's bright."

I hook a hand under Sutton's body, dragging her back to me, and she flings her arms over her face to block the light. The movement causes her shirt to rise up, and I stare just beyond where it's bunched up at her waist at the skin I spent a lot of time becoming acquainted with last night. I feather my fingers over the exposed skin just above her panties, traveling up under the shirt until I'm palming her tit. It fits perfectly in my hand, a nice handful.

"You know, baby girl," I whisper into her hair, tweaking her nipple. I remove one of her arms off her head and then the other, grinning down at her sleepy face once it's revealed to me.

This might be one of my favorite faces of Sutton. Scrubbed free of makeup, creased with wrinkles from resting against her pillow while she slept, hair a chaotic halo above her head.

"What, Kelly?" She blinks as her eyes adjust.

I remove my hand from under the shirt, tugging the hem up to her neck, exposing her tits to me. I suck a hard nipple into my mouth, pulling it between my teeth, and she arches her back on a gasp.

Getting to know how Sutton's body reacts to certain things has quickly become my favorite game. I'm dedicating myself to becoming an expert of what pleasures her.

After nipping the other nipple, I prop myself up above her and sweep the shirt over her head, holding it to my chest. "This is one shirt of mine you can't keep. I'll need to wear it home."

"I'm partial to the button up variety anyway."

"Noted," I say distractedly while my roaming hand wanders south, stopping at her panty line, the tips of my fingers ducking under the band.

Her breath catches, and I watch her face as I sink my hand further down her panties and ghost over her pussy, my fingers sliding up the folds on the way back up. She's so wet already and I've barely touched her.

Last night was just the preview of what's to come. I've fantasized about being with her in every way imaginable, and now I'm going to take my time fulfilling each and every one.

"We're doing the morning breath thing," I announce gruffly, my lips hovering above hers. "No arguing. I'm not waiting any stupid amount of time after we wake up to kiss you. Got it?"

She rakes her hands through my hair, yanking me down. "Got it." The words are punctuated with her lips on mine.

My hand in her panties stills, my ability to multitask interrupted by the way Sutton greedily claims my mouth, hungry swipes of her tongue against mine.

I pin her hands above her head as I break free from the kiss, our chests heaving together as we catch our breath. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sutton."

She smiles shyly below me, pink tinting her cheeks. Before long she'll be used to me saying it since I plan on telling her all the damn time.

Just as I duck my head to take her nipple into my mouth, the bedroom door flies open, and Vivi appears in the doorway calling Sutton's name. Her steps falter, halting her entrance into the room, and shock registers on her face. Snapping her eyes shut, she spins around, screaming, "No! No! No! Why?"

She stomps out of the room and down the hall, her voice fading the further away she gets until her cries are a muted background noise.

Sutton and I lock eyes and instantly burst out laughing. I fall to the bed next to her, burying my face in her neck, my arm draped over her naked chest. "Shit," I mumble into her hair.

"Kelly!" Her voice is a screech as she rolls over to face me. "There goes the secret. Not that I'd be able to keep it from her anyway. Everyone else, yes. But not her. She can read me like a book. It's my stupid face. It tells all my secrets."

A rambling Sutton is fucking cute. Pressing my fingers to her lips, I shush her. I trace my finger down the length of her nose and then boop it. "So Viv?"

"She won't say anything. Don't worry about it."

She sits up, taking the sheet with her, concealing her naked body from me. Since that won't do, I hook a finger on the edge of the sheet, ripping it off her, and it pools around her waist. "We don't do shy. You're gorgeous. Get used to this."

With widened eyes, she shoves me back, putting some space between our bodies. But she doesn't cover herself up again.