Chapitre 101: Chapter 20
The rest of the household was awake and seated at the breakfast table when Emily and I entered through the back door. I'd opted not to wear a shirt to breakfast because it was a nice day out, and I was feeling good about myself today. These women lusted after me as much as I had them, and I loved the feeling of their eyes on me.
"Good morning," I said to everyone as I took my seat beside Mel.
"Sleep well?" Mel asked, giving me a wide grin. She was still dressed in her pink unicorn and rainbow pyjama pants and tiny white top, looking like a great breakfast snack herself.
"Very well, thank you," I replied.
Emily took a seat beside Erica, who was eye-fucking the shit out of me from across the table. I could almost feel the arousal in her gaze and suspected she'd had a frustrating night thinking about how I promised we'd spend tonight together. I had to admit, I was really looking forward to it myself. I thoroughly enjoyed spending the night with Emily, but I really needed to fuck.
"Dig in," Amanda said, placing a plate of bacon, eggs, and buttered toast before me.
I thanked her, letting my eyes linger on her body for a few seconds before my stomach rumbled loudly, and I began shovelling food into my mouth.
The girls chatted like normal as we all ate. Mel and Emily spoke about going back to University next week, reminding me that I started my new job soon. I had to go in on the weekend for some sort of orientation before the students started back. I was looking forward to working again, even though I was tempted to just stay at home with Erica and take advantage of all the privacy we would have.
A hand on my leg brought my attention away from my food and to Mel beside me. She was still chatting normally with her twin, even as she worked the button to my jeans with one hand and started pulling my fly down. The next thing I knew, my cock was out, and her tiny hand started working my tool. I tried focusing on my food as Mel somehow managed to jerk me off under the table and maintain a conversation about school schedules and study groups with her sister.
"So, Nick. About that thing," Amanda said. "I hate to get pushy, but it's kind of time-sensitive."
I hadn't really given it any thought, and I was having a tough time concentrating on anything apart from Mel's hand on my cock. I guess it couldn't hurt to accept Craig's offer. It would be great to play in an already established band.
"Yeah, I'll do it," I said, taking a deep breath.
"Awesome," Amanda grinned, then rose from her chair and rounded the table to give me a quick hug. Mel's hand stayed on my cock—under the table—and continued stroking me, even picking up speed as Amanda wrapped her arms around me. The close contact with the eldest of my siblings and Mel's hand was pushing me to the finish line far quicker than any handjob I'd received in my life.
"What's going on?" Erica asked.
"Nick is going to play with Craig's band," Amanda said, straightening from our hug and resting a hand on my shoulder.
"And here it thought you had good taste, dear brother," Erica smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"That's great news!" Emily grinned. "I can't wait to see you play."
"Maybe I'll actually enjoy seeing them play live now," Erica added.
"It's been a while since I played with a band, and it should be a lot of fun," I shrugged. "That's if I can learn all their songs in four weeks."
"You'll do it," Emily said, still grinning. "You're an amazing musician."
"And their music isn't exactly difficult," Erica laughed softly.
Amanda ignored her sister's snarky comments and returned to her chair, shooting me a smile.
"Maybe you could practice with me," I said to Amanda.
Amanda gave me a shocked look like I'd said I wanted to jump off the roof or something. Then shook her head and stared down at her food. "I'm not even sure I know how to play anymore. I haven't touched a guitar in years."
"You could do it easy," Mel said.
"Yeah, you're amazing, Manda," Emily added.
"Even with one arm, you'd be better than Craig," Erica jabbed.
"Thanks," Amanda said, her cheeks turning a slight shade of red. "But I'm not sure."
"That's okay," I said, reaching across the table to place my hand on hers. "If you don't want to, I won't keep asking. But I'd like to play with you sometime."
Our eyes met, and I could immediately tell Amanda wanted to play with me as much as I did her. And not with any instruments.
Breakfast ended without any relief from Mel under the table. I waited until the other girls left the table before stuffing my erection into my jeans and helping Amanda with the dishes. Emily hung around chatting to her sister as we washed, dried, and stacked the dishes from the morning.
"I'm gonna go change," Emily said, hopping down from the kitchen counter she'd perched herself on and bounded upstairs.
"She's in a good mood," Amanda said, bending down to store some pots.
"Yeah, she must have slept well," I said, my eyes locked onto Amanda's barely concealed behind. She was taking a while to sort those pots.
"I haven't had a good night's sleep in a while," Amanda said after she straightened.
Was she suggesting something to me? I wasn't very good at reading women when they wanted to be subtle—or even when they held a neon sign over their head with big letters saying 'I WANT YOUR DICK'—and I was doubly bad at reading what Amanda was saying without saying it. With any other girl, I'd just go for it, and if I struck out, it wouldn't have been a big deal. But if I pushed Amanda too hard, it might ruin our current relationship.
"Well, I hope that changes for you soon," I said flatly.
"Yeah, so do I," Amanda said, sounding a little deflated.
She had been flirting with me or at least being suggestive towards me. It was actually quite irritating if I was honest with myself. Amanda had made the first move on me, then threw the brakes on. She had acted jealous about the others when she turned me down. She also came to my flat looking like dinner, dessert, and a snack all in one, knowing how I felt about her. And now these comments. Amanda was my perfect woman, but I could move on from her if it wasn't going to happen.
But not if she didn't let me move on.
"I'm gonna go practice," I said, stacking the last of the dishes.
"Alright. I'm gonna go get some groceries later. Do you mind giving me a hand?" Amanda asked, a slightly sad look on her beautiful face.
"Yeah, just come get me when you're ready to go," I said. "Do you mind if I use one of your guitars?"
"No, not at all," Amanda shook her head. "Have fun."
I headed up to my flat after leaving the kitchen to throw on a t-shirt, my boots and grab my things before I snuck in a quick cigarette and headed back into the house. I had the USB that Craig had given me with the music I was supposed to learn, but I had no way of playing it. There was no sign of the girls, so I went upstairs to see if someone had a computer or laptop I could borrow. I knew Mel had a computer, so I knocked on her door first.
The door swung inward after a few seconds, and I was greeted by Mel in only a pair of black cotton shorts that rode low on her hips. I was literally stunned like a deer in headlights as I focused on her small, pert breasts and the bars pierced through her nipples.
"Eyes are up here," Mel giggled.
"Sorry," I chuckled. "I didn't think you'd be so underdressed."
"Pro-tip, I'm usually this underdressed when in my room," Mel winked. "And you're welcome to come in whenever you want."
"Noted," I laughed, then held up the USB drive. "But I was after a laptop or computer so I could listen to this music."
"Boring," Mel sighed dramatically. "But I'll help since you're my big brother, and I love you."
Mel stepped away from her door and motioned for me to come in. I closed the door behind me and let my eyes wander over her mostly naked body. It wouldn't take much effort to throw her down on her bed and have my way with her. Mel would love that, and we'd finally be able to enjoy each other in a way that we hadn't been able to yet. But I was still hesitant to do so with the other girls in their rooms.
I had a feeling Mel would not be the quiet type.
"Here, you can use this. It's a bit old, but it'll do the job for what you need," Mel said, handing me an old silver laptop with stickers of skulls covering most of the surface. "Or you can stay awhile, and we can have some actual fun."
I took the laptop and fought against the urge to just give in. I wanted her, and she wanted me, but there was still that side of me that needed a bit more privacy than we had currently.
"Maybe later," I winked, trying my best to be coy with her.
Mel bit her bottom lip and stepped closer to me, resting her hand against my crotch. "You know where to find me."
I groaned at her touch and took a deep breath, ready to throw my plans for the day down the toilet and take her up on her offer. Would it be so bad to just fuck the day away with this little demon?
"Take these too," Mel said, thrusting a pair of black headphones my way. "Now go on, off you get."
Mel ushered me towards the door before I could protest and change my mind.
"I'll just have to get myself off," Mel said with a wink, then closed the door.
"What the fuck just happened," I said to myself as I stared at the door. "Women are strange."
Just as I started descending the stairs, the door to Erica's room opened, and the buxom goddess strolled out with a dark-red towel wrapped around her sinful body.
"Coming to see me?" Erica asked with a coy smile.
"Actually, just borrowing a laptop from Mel," I said.
Erica walked over to me and purposefully opened her towel to readjust it, giving me a frontal view of her glorious body.
"Well...don't let me distract you," she winked.
"Too late," I chuckled.
"Good," Erica grinned. "I can't wait for tonight."
"Neither can I," I replied. "But we could sneak off and have some fun earlier if you want."
"As much as I know I'd enjoy that," Erica stepped closer to me. "I want to wait for tonight."
"I'm all yours tonight, I promise," I said, pulling her against me with one hand.
"And I'm all yours," Erica gasped. "Anything you want."
We kissed hungrily for a few moments, then I remembered where we were and gave her ass a quick squeeze before separating from the gorgeous woman.
"I'll see you later," I winked.
"I'll be thinking about you while I'm all naked and wet in the shower," Erica smiled coyly.
Once more, I was going into my day with a perpetual boner. Only this time, I knew I was going to work it off later tonight with Erica.
I spent the next couple of hours listening to each song recorded on the USB and playing along with them. The music wasn't too difficult—although the recording quality wasn't excellent—and it only took a few listens to each song before I was able to play along without stopping too often. The only issue I had was a lot of the songs sounded very similar, so I found myself having trouble differentiating them from one another. I started adding my own flair to the music once I become comfortable with a couple of the songs. Nothing too major, just enough to make it more enjoyable to play and make it my own. I wasn't sure if they'd appreciate that, but If I was going to join their band, I wanted to add my own sound and style to what I played. If they didn't like it, they could always find someone to copy and paste what they've already done.
"You've picked that up quickly."
I looked up to see Amanda standing in the doorway to the garage. She was dressed in a tight pair of black jeans that would give a blind man an erection, with a black top that left a tantalizing sliver of her pale skin exposed across her stomach.
"Thanks," I said, placing the guitar on the stand. "It isn't too hard to follow along with. But I'll still need to practice with the rest of them to make sure we're tight."
"I've messaged Craig to tell him you're in and gave him your number so you guys can organize rehearsal," Amanda said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Thanks, I guess I better keep my phone on me then," I nodded.
I rarely kept track of where my phone was these days. I only had one back home for emergencies and when one of my employers needed to call me. My friends would often call me when they wanted to hang out, but I had it on silent more often than not, and it wasn't even in the same room as me when I was home.
"You ready to head out?" Amanda asked.
"Yeah, I'm good to go."
I tidied up and closed the laptop before heading outside and climbing into Amanda's car. The ride to the small shopping mall was quiet and a little awkward, but the music Amanda had playing helped a little. Things were strange between the eldest of my sisters and me. We had started our relationship so strong, and I felt like I could talk to her about anything, but now I wasn't sure what was happening between us. She flirted openly with me and often made moves for more but always backed off first. I'd be happy to keep our relationship platonic if that's what she really wanted, but it was hard when she kept making advances and dropping hints. Did she want me to make the first move? What if I did, and I totally ruined everything.
Women were an enigma to me sometimes.
Once at the grocery store, I pushed the cart while Amanda walked ahead, tossing in things she needed. I was able to enjoy the view of her glorious backside from my spot behind the cart, but it wasn't the same. I found myself getting increasingly irritated by Amanda and her frivolous attitude towards us. She knew how I felt about her but kept pushing me away. I respect her decision and try to keep it simple between us. But then she gives me one of those looks that makes my legs weak.
"Aren't you two a gorgeous couple."
I was in a bit of a daze as I pushed the cart behind Amanda and didn't notice the short elderly woman ahead.
"Hello Mrs Sullivan," Amanda greeted the woman. "This is Nick."
"It's lovely to meet you, Nick. But, please, call me Betty," the elderly woman said pleasantly, then turned to Amanda. "He is very handsome. You must feel fortunate, my dear."
"Nick is—" Amanda started to say, but Mrs Sullivan interrupted her.
"You make sure you take good care of her," Betty said to me. "She is such a wonderful young woman."
"Don't worry," I grinned. "I'll be sure to treat her well."
"I can tell you're a good man," Betty smiled. "Not like that slacker you were dating last time. What was his name again? Chris?"
"Craig," Amanda replied. "And we're actu—"
"That's the one. I always knew you were too good for him, my dear," Mrs Sullivan cut in again, placing a hand on Amanda's arm. "You need to be with someone who loves and respects you, my dear. The same goes for both of you. But I can see it in your eyes, and it warms my old heart."
Betty went on for another ten minutes about her late husband and how great of a man he was and how Amanda shouldn't settle for anything less than the perfect man for her. Then she began telling me how handsome I was again. Amanda blushed furiously throughout the whole ordeal but never again tried to correct the elderly woman.
"Oh, would you look at the time," Mrs Sullivan said after fifteen minutes. "I've been prattling on and on, keeping you two love birds."
"It's okay, really. We don't mind," Amanda said.
"Nonsense," Betty waved her hand. "You two have a wonderful day and cherish every moment you have together."
Betty gave Amanda a hug, then placed a hand on my arm as she passed by the cart, planting a grandmotherly kiss on my cheek before she was on her way.
"I think she likes me," I said to Amanda.
Amanda burst out laughing, smiling widely. Our eyes met, and the smile she gave me made my heart skip a beat. I suddenly felt foolish for being annoyed at this woman. We were both in a strange situation, and I couldn't begrudge her for not knowing how to navigate it. I was just as reluctant to engage in a sexual relationship with Erica.
"Shall we continue on, my dear?" I asked Amanda, holding my arm out for her.
"Yes, we shall," Amanda giggled, looping her arm through mine.
The rest of our trip to the grocery store and ride home was far more comfortable as we chatted and joked. The tension in the air between us was gone, thanks to one little old lady. I didn't want to hold any bad feelings towards Amanda, and I felt horrible for the short time that I had.
Once we arrived home, we spent most of the day together just hanging out, watching TV, and listening to music. A few moments when our eyes met or a touch lingered could have evolved into something more, but I tried my best not to let it affect the mood.
"I love you," Amanda said softly as we lounged on the couch.
"I love you too," I replied just as softly.
"I just don't know how to deal with these feelings right now, and I am really sorry," Amanda said.
"It's okay," I said, pulling her into a hug. "It isn't your fault."
"I kissed you first," Amanda sighed. "I started this whole thing."
"In a way, you did. But not how you think," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"I fell for you the moment I saw you," I confessed. "I've never believed in love at first sight, but it happened."
"Good," Amanda said.
"Good?" I asked, giving her a puzzled look.
"I'm not the only one who instantly fell in love the moment we met," Amanda said.
My heart jumped at her words. I wanted nothing more than to take her into my arms and kiss her until I was out of breath. This beautiful, amazing, caring woman just told me she fell in love with me at the exact moment I had fallen for her. But I still couldn't have her.
"I'm going to need some time," Amanda said finally. "I can't do this while I'm with Craig...I just can't."
"I understand," I nodded. "What about...the others?"
I was dreading what Amanda would say about Emily, Mel, and Erica. Amanda knew what was going on in the house with her sisters and me and had shown jealousy along with acceptance of what was happening. I loved her, but I also had those feelings for the others, and I don't think I could choose if given an ultimatum.
"Do you love them?" Amanda asked.
"Yes," I answered truthfully.
"So do I," Amanda nodded.
We watched TV in silence for another hour before getting up to start getting dinner sorted. I helped out in the kitchen, just wanting to be near Amanda. We hadn't kissed or even flirted since we returned home from the grocery store earlier. But a hand on the back while passing each other, or our shoulders touching as we stood side-by-side, held just as much affection and intimacy as making out with a dozen other women. Women who weren't my sibling that is.
I was really starting to believe that Mel was onto something with her theory about why we're all feeling the way we are, but there was more to it. Genetic sexual attraction was all well and good, but these women were something special. Sure, they were all sexy as hell, and each of them made me as horny as a teenager at a pool party, but they were more than just amazing bodies and beautiful faces.
"You two look like you had a good day," Mel said when she sat down for dinner.
"It was relaxing," Amanda smiled.
"Did you bang?" Erica asked bluntly.
"Erica!" Amanda scolded but broke her angry demeanour by laughing.
"It's just a question," Erica shrugged.
"One that is very reasonable to ask in this household," Mel added.
"Leave them alone," Emily cut in. "What they do together is none of our business."
"Can you three stop talking about my sex life, please," Amanda said.
"So, you did bang?" Erica grinned.
"Nah...I don't think they did," Mel pursed her lips in thought. "She'd be in a much better mood if they did."
"Well, this went weird fast," I laughed.
"Welcome to the family," Mel grinned. "We make weird seem normal."
"You two need to stop being mean to Manda," Emily said with a stern look that made her look incredibly cute.
"Sorry, Em," Mel and Erica said in unison.
Emily flashed Amanda and me a bright, cheerful smile before taking my hand in front of everyone. I guess the cat was out of the bag publicly now, and Emily was feeling affectionate. Throughout dinner, she sat right up beside me and shamelessly showed affection and looked incredibly cute doing it. Even Amanda smiled when Emily wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my cheek.
I guess they really did love each other enough to avoid jealousy.
Once we finished dinner, I got up to help with the dishes, but Emily grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the others.
"I'll help Manda with cleaning up," Emily said. "You should go spend time with Erica."
"You're not jealous you can't spend the night with me?" I asked, still a little sceptical.
"A little," Emily nodded. "But you haven't spent much time with Erica over the last few days, and I know she wants to."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Because if I hadn't spent the night in your bed for a few days, I would feel the same," Emily smiled. "Go on."
"I have no idea how I became so lucky," I said, kissing her on the lips.
"Just never forget it," Emily grinned, then bounded off to help Amanda with the dishes.
I glanced over to Mel—standing by the kitchen counter—and noticed she was studying me intently. The platinum-haired minx gave me a knowing wink before blowing me a kiss. It was then I realised I hadn't seen Erica leave. I was starting to wonder just how much those three talked. And what their plans were.
I left the main house and made the trip up to my flat. I wasn't sure where Erica had gone, but I could expect her to come by on her own. What I didn't expect was to find her stark naked in my living room, waiting for me.
"You took long enough," Erica said, her eyes full of hunger.
"Then get over here," I said, drinking in the sight of her flawless body.
Erica obeyed immediately. She was in my arms in a second, and our lips collided as our tongues roughly battled for dominance. Erica was already naked, but I was still clothed. That was no issue for my temptress of a sister though, she had my shirt off and jeans down to my ankles in record time, dropping to her knees as she went. My cock bounced free, and she had it between her lips before my brain could register. I let out a loud moan of pleasure as Erica took more than half my length down her throat on the first pass. Then all the way down on the second. Erica was wasting no time as she mercilessly rammed my erection down her throat, pressing her nose against my pubis each time.
"You're not playing around tonight," I groaned.
"Neither should you," Erica gasped, then spat on my cock before working it in with both hands. "I just want you to use me tonight. I need it."
"Safe word?" I asked.
"Craig," Erica grinned.
"Why Craig?" I asked, puzzled.
"Because I'm not saying his fucking name while you fuck the shit out of me," Erica replied, her chest heaving with excitement, eyes filled with need and lust.
I grinned, then grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back hard and kissing her roughly. "Alright then."
I had been with a few girls in my time that liked it rough, enjoyed being treated like a fuck toy, but none of them were even half as gorgeous and sexy as Erica. She always seemed to be on a whole other level to them. I was excited to see how far she'd go. Or how far she'd let me go.
I pulled Erica by her hair over to the back of the couch, letting her shimmy over on her knees. With her back against the back of the couch, I stepped closer to her and aimed my cock at her mouth. Erica was playing coy, though, and kept her lips shut, glaring up at me defiantly. I yanked on her hair hard and gave her a slap across the face, hard enough to be heard but not cause any real pain. Erica let out a pleasurable moan, then opened her mouth just enough for me to slide my cock between her luscious lips.
I knew she could take my cock down her throat with ease, so I went straight for home base and hilted myself in her throat with an audible groan of pleasure. I pulled back slowly—keeping the tip of my cock between her lips—before plunging deep into her throat again. I worked my hips steadily as I fucked her throat, pumping deep each time and slowly picking up speed, pulling out every thirty seconds to let her gulp some air before fucking her mouth some more.
A few minutes in, I noticed Erica toying with her own pussy as I used her mouth.
"Hands behind your back," I said, pulling my cock from her throat and delivering another—harder—slap across her face. Erica moaned again but kept fingering herself, earning another slap. She finally complied after the third blow and moaned loudly as my cock slid down her throat again. I was quite worked up from earlier today and spending the day around Amanda, but my mind was clear, and I was in control with no risk of blowing my wad too soon.
After another few minutes of throat fucking Erica, I pulled out and let her gasp some much-needed oxygen in before wrapping my fingers around her throat, lifting her to her feet. Out of all of my sisters, Erica would probably weigh the most because of her ample curves, but she was still light enough for me to manhandle with ease. Once on her feet, I cupped her incredibly slick vagina with one hand as I slowly began squeezing the other around her throat. I worked two fingers inside of her warm, wet tunnel and started fingering her as I choked her slowly. Erica grasped my forearm and half grinned, half moaned as I helped her quickly approach her first orgasm of the night.
Then she exploded, and I released my grip on her throat, catching her in my arms as her legs gave way. Erica trembled against me as her climax shot through her body. She buried her face in my chest as she shook almost violently. I cupped her sex one more and confirmed that she was now dripping, her juices coating the insides of her thighs.
I dropped to one knee and threw one of Erica's legs over my shoulder before I dove into her succulent pussy. I licked at her thighs, savouring the taste of her pussy before assaulting her slick folds and engorged clitoris with a savage intensity that had her all but screaming in pleasure within the first minute. Erica still hadn't come down from her first climax, and I could tell the second was bearing down on her like a dump truck with no breaks rolling down a steep incline. Then it crashed into the sexy vixen, and she nearly suffocated me with her luscious thighs as I continued to devour her.
"Holy fucking shit!" Erica moaned.
I was high on her juices and the sound of her moans now. My cock was rock hard, and everything about our situation was intoxicating. I felt my chest heaving, and my senses heightened by Erica's body's taste, scent, and feel.
I felt the need to breed this marvellous specimen of a woman.
I let Erica's leg drop from over my shoulder and wrapped my arm around Erica's waist as I stood up, lifting her onto my shoulder with ease. Erica let out a playful squeal as I carried her to the bedroom, smacking her on the ass hard before dumping her unceremoniously onto my bed.
I didn't say a word as I grabbed her by the ankles, flipping her onto her stomach. Erica let me take the lead and pushed up onto her knees, wiggling her perfect ass at me while giving me a sensual, primal look over her shoulder. She wanted what I wanted.
I gave each of her juicy cheeks a hard slap before aiming my flagpole of a dick—still slick with her saliva—at her drenched entrance and slid in with one effortless thrust. I sheathed myself completely inside of Erica's pussy, growling in pleasure at her warmth and the way she hugged and squeezed at my cock. Then I started thrusting like an animal in heat.
The night was unusually warm, added with the heat from our bodies and the intensity of our rutting, caused the room to swelter in no time. Sweat ran down my chest as I ploughed into Erica's now well-fucked cunt without reprieve. Erica's hair was matted with sweat as she clung to the bedsheets like her life depended on it, almost non-stop moaning and growling with pleasure as I bottomed out inside of her with each hard, savage thrust.
I felt my first climax building up suddenly and instinctively slowed my pace to prolong the pleasure, but something in my brain clicked, and I started hammering into Erica like a beast. My orgasm hit hard, and I hilted myself deep inside of her as I filled her to overflowing, then I kept fucking her. My cock was still hard as nails as I continued to plunge deep inside of Erica. My seed was seeping out from Erica's vagina, running down her thighs to mix with her own juices as she almost constantly rode high on an orgasm that seemed to finish as another started. My body felt invigorated and powerful like I had endless stamina. My erection never wavered.
I had no idea how long I'd been ploughing into Erica from behind, and I didn't care. Finally, I pulled my harder-than-steel dick from Erica—gave her pussy a smack—then grabbed her legs and flipped her onto her back. The look on Erica's gorgeous face was pure bliss as she grinned like an idiot up at me. Her body was now soaked in sweat, just as mine was, but I wasn't done with her yet.
I slid between her legs quickly and slammed home once more. Erica accepted me willingly, spurning me on with curses, moans, growls, and words to encourage me to use her like a cheap whore.
Another orgasm came on me quickly, and I filled her with another massive load as I continued to pump my cock deep inside her. My erection stayed strong, so I kept working my hips as I clutched her body tight against mine. Our naked flesh slapped together audibly, and I could feel Erica's slick skin slide against my own as we locked ourselves together in what had to have been the most frantic and savage sex of my entire life.
"I love you," Erica managed to get out between gasps of pleasure.
I wiped away the tangle of hair from her face and marvelled at how utterly beautiful she was. Her makeup was ruined, and her face was sweaty with strands of hair clinging to her skin, a complete contrast to the usually perfectly styled and manicured visage Erica showed daily.
"I love you too," I said, kissing her deeply as my final orgasm reared its head, and I filled Erica to the brim for what must have been the fifth time tonight.
The room was eerily quiet a few moments later as we lay together on my ruined bedsheets. Erica's legs twitched and trembled as she lay against my side. The scent of the room was overpowering with sex and sweat, but neither of us seemed to mind.
"Promise me one thing," Erica said after a few minutes of silence.
"What's that?
"That we don't do that every night," Erica giggled, kissing my chest. "I don't think I could survive that every night."
"Deal," I chuckled. "How about tomorrow night? I make love to you instead."
"Or in the morning," Erica said, kissing me softly on the lips.
"Whatever you want."
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