Sister Mother

Chapter 10

Addie

I'd been thinking a lot about Leo's mouth, specifically his tongue. He has a very nice tongue and he knew how to use it. It had been almost two months since I'd kissed him. I'm pretty sure I dreamed about him last night. I couldn't remember the dream but I woke up feeling—

Like I was in dire need of Leo's tongue. And perhaps his penis.

I laid in bed and dragged my thumb across my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the taste and feeling of Leo's tongue in my mouth. I remembered how it felt when he moaned. A soft moan of my own escaped from me and I slipped my hands underneath my shirt and felt my breasts. I pictured Leo's mouth around one of them, and arched back into the mattress as best as I could. I pretended like it was Leo's weight that made me do so.

I had never done this before. I tried a few times in college, but I was always too nervous and, truth be told, I didn't really have a clue what I was doing. I was tense. High strung. Tightly wound up into a gigantic knot that held together chaos. Now, I just pictured Leo's face and body and let myself do whatever the fuck I pleased.

"Mm, Lee," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed my breasts firmly and pretended like my hands were his. Cupping them, squeezing them and taking them into his mouth like he did last time.

Chills broke over my spine. My legs straightened and I felt my toes tingle.

I pictured that deep and intense look on his face. I could drown in those chocolate hazelnuts. Those dark eyes were enough to make my panties wet. I felt my face flush. I moved my hands down the hem of my nightgown and between my legs. Yup, panties are wet. I stroked myself tentatively. I stroked myself carefully and cautiously, but then slipped my fingers in deeper. I gasped.

It's his tongue, Addie. This isn't your finger, it's Leo's tongue.

My fingers were warm and slick as I parted my folds. I smiled as I replayed his voice in my mind. "I am going to charm the pants off of you and shower you with compliments. And then I'll give you lots of orgasms." I wanted to feel his face between my thighs and that talented tongue to slowly drive me over the edge.

I felt the warm intensity thicken inside me as my fingers found my clit and stroked faster. I pictured Leo's strong hands grasping my hips as they bucked up against his face. I moved my other hand back to my breast and rolled my finger over my nipple. Would he use his fingers too? His tongue and his fingers inside me?

And his penis.

He definitely needs to use his penis to make me orgasm. I felt it press against me last time through his sweatpants. I really want that penis. Maybe even more than I want his tongue. I can't believe I forgot about his penis!

I bit my lip in order to stifle the groan that erupted from my throat. I threw my head back as my stomach tightened. My breaths heaved long after I came crashing down from that high.

"Fuck," I whispered as I raised my fingers to my gaze.

They were wet and shiny from the evidence very first orgasm. So that's what that's like. I rolled my lips into my mouth. God, that was intense.

I frantically grabbed a notebook out of my nightstand. I opened it to the next empty page and scribbled-"Day fifty-two. I orgasmed. I'd never done that before. I might tell you this. Please don't get too cocky if I do. Unless cocky means you giving me your cock. Thanks for the orgasm."

I stared at the note and then buried it underneath some loose paper in my nightstand. Ever since Leo sent the Valentine's Day card, I'd been writing down random stuff about him. Things that I thought about telling him. Things that would make him laugh. What I wanted him to know. What I'd never tell anyone, but knew I could tell him. And worst of all, romantic stuff. Ideas for our first date. What I'd wear. What I wouldn't wear. Things he's said before that almost made me kiss him when we played our game in college.