Now, I have to be back at work tomorrow morning and I’m not at all looking forward to being without Gabrielle for four days. She hasn’t been able to come up with a convincing story as to why she has to leave with me but she was able to come up with a story for New Year’s Eve which was luckily only four days away.

  But still four fucking days.

  “Why the long face, angel?” I look over at Gabrielle as we are on our way back from breakfast. I’m actually starting to wonder if Monica or my parents are getting suspicious because we’ve been practically glued at the hip the past week. Whenever she moves, I move. Wherever I go, she goes.

  I watch as she fingers the necklace I bought her for Christmas; one I gave to her early on Christmas morning just before she slipped out of my bed to go back upstairs. It’s a white gold bar with the date engraved in roman numerals that we first confessed our feelings to each other and made love.

  “You know why.” She lets out a sigh and looks out the window. “I just don’t want you to go.”

  “I don’t either, but I have to. Just think we’ll be back together in four days. I’ve already made reservations for dinner for New Year’s Eve.” Being in New York City for New Years is actually fun when you live there. You do less of the touristy shit but can still have an enjoyable night on this completely overrated holiday. I made reservations for dinner at a restaurant that overlooks the city, more specifically Times Square, so we can see the hustle and bustle down below. But, I’m planning for us to be back in my apartment by eleven so I can be inside her when the ball drops and not amidst the chaos.

  “Baby, we’re talking about having this for…” The word forever is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want her to feel like I’m pressuring her into committing to something she’s not sure about. She’s eighteen and could be impetuous and may not know what she wants out of her life right this second, despite things said in the height of our orgasms. I, on the other hand, have some semblance of a plan and although Gabrielle wasn’t always a part of it in this capacity, I always knew that I’d end up with a woman like her. A woman I could talk to about anything. Laugh for hours with about nothing and everything. A woman I could share my hopes and dreams with and my fears and my apprehensions. Gabrielle has always been that person, and it took me until right now to realize that I’ve spent the past year looking for Gabrielle in every woman I courted. “For a long time,” I finish my statement. “We can handle a few days, can’t we?” God knows I’m already missing the taste of her pussy, but I have to keep it together. She doesn’t need to know I’m dreading this just as much as she is.

  “I know, but we’ve hardly had any time together where we’ve truly been alone since we started this and I’m just annoyed we have to wait another four days now. I’m going to miss your dick.” She chuckles before turning her gaze to me. “And you.” She lets out a breath and I pull into an abandoned parking lot a few miles from our house. I put the car in park and begin to move my seat back slowly.

  “Should I fuck you before I leave?”

  “Here?” she shrieks, but I can hear the tone in her voice that tells me this isn’t going to take much convincing at all.

  “Right here.”

  She looks around the parking lot. “James, it’s broad daylight.”

  “It’s an office park and businesses don’t reopen until tomorrow. There isn’t a car in sight and we are hidden from the main road. Come get on my cock, Gab.” I begin unbuckling my pants, my dick already hard at the thought of being inside her.

  She slides her shoes off and shimmies her jeans down her legs, tossing them to the floor of the car before climbing over the console and into my lap. Her panties are still on and before I can rip them off, she is rubbing her smooth silk covered pussy over my cock.

  “I love you,” she whispers. “I’ve always loved you. It’s always been you.”

  “I meant it when I said you are my soulmate.” I cup her face in my hands. “I love you too, Gabrielle. Forever.”

  She looks down at my cock and swipes her finger over the precum pooling at the tip and slides it through her plump lips. “You’ll pick me up from the train when I get back to New York?”

  “I’d drive back and come get you if you wanted me to.” I trace her face and my heart squeezes in my chest as I see the same look I’m sure is all over my face. “God, I’m crazy about you,” I whisper.

  She slides her panties to the side and begins moving up and down on me. “So am I. I’ve thought I was crazy for years with how intense my feelings were.” She presses her forehead to mine and squeezes her eyes shut. “Thank you for not letting me be in this alone.” She bites her lip and I watch, fascinated, as looks of lust trace her face. She throws her head back exposing her slender throat and I reach up and drag my tongue along it to her chin and back to her mouth.

  “You’ll never be alone.” I grunt as she rides me harder. “I’m here. I’ll always be here, angel. However, you need me.”

  “I’ll always need you.” She cries as I grope her chest. “Come inside me. Come in my pussy.”

  I dig my nails into the flesh and she circles her hips in a figure eight motion, rubbing her clit along my abdomen. “Fuck, James,” she cries out and I smile smugly just as I always do when my name spills from her mouth.

  “Shit, I’m going to come, Gabby.”

  “Same,” she whispers and her lips find my mouth, sucking and licking at the flesh. Running her teeth along the skin and up towards my ear. Her pussy squeezes my cock holding me snugly as she continues to ride up and down my shaft. She lets go and starts to squeeze in rapid beats like she’s doing kegels around my cock.

  “Your slick cunt is soaking me. Fuck, I’m right there,” I grit out as I spill into her. My body vibrates with the force of my climax; my eyes shut, and my head drops to her shoulder just as she screams my name.

  “I love you so much,” she moans as our orgasms roll through us.

  The four days didn’t go quite as slow as I thought they would. I spent time with my parents and a few of my friends from high school, and Monica even hung around. I still spent every night on FaceTime with him and we both gave each other a show that ended with us both out of breath and sated. I am packing up the last of my things before I leave for New York when my sister enters the room and flops down on my bed. Her hair is pulled into a top knot with strands escaping her bun and pulls her glasses down to rest on her nose.

  “You almost ready?”

  I spin around, tossing my flat iron and makeup bag in my overnight tote and nod. “Thanks for driving me, Mon.” Monica is staying through the New Year and leaving the day after New Year’s Day so she can recover from the hangover she’s already planning to have tomorrow. She and a bunch of her friends are doing a bar crawl around Connecticut and then staying at some ritzy resort across town. I was invited to come, but I told her I had plans with Harper and some of the girls from my dorm.

  She doesn’t say anything back and when I look over at her she looks like she wants to say something. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrow as she scrunches her lips together. “Gab, is there anything you want to talk about?” My heart begins to accelerate instantly and I try to calm my nerves before answering her in what I believe would be a high pitched and very telling, “No!”

  “What do you mean?” I continue making eye contact, knowing that averting my gaze will just make me look guilty.

  “You’ve just been different this week, that’s all. Almost like you’ve been on edge. Nervous. You always tell me everything and I feel like you’re keeping something from me.” She lowers her glasses again and looks at me over the tops of the lenses.

  I shake my head and do my best to force a chuckle. “No girl, there’s nothing. It was just a long semester. I guess I’m still coming down from that.” I zip my tote closed and set it on top of one of my suitcases. “You’re overthinking it.” She narrows her gaze, staring at me like I have the answers written all over my face.

  “Any time your phone buzzes it’s like you jump four feet. You’ve been quiet. Almost too quiet. It’s like you’re worried that if you open your mouth, something is going to come tumbling out like word vomit.” She tucks a stray blonde strand behind her ear and fiddles with her glasses again. “You know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”

  Easy to say now. She probably thinks I have a boyfriend at school I’m keeping from everyone. Or that I failed a class. Certainly not that I’ve fallen in love with my older brother and have been letting him fuck my brains out for the better part of the past week.

  “There’s nothing to tell, Monica. I promise,” I add for extra measure. I feel guilty lying to her when she can clearly see I’m hiding something, but now is not the time to unleash the truth on her. Or anyone.

  “Okay.” She shrugs. “Well, let’s get you back to New York then.”

  My leg bounces in anticipation, my skin buzzing with the need to see James. I’m still ten minutes away and he’s already texted me that he’s there waiting for me. Like he’d ever leave me waiting. I can remember the few times he had to pick me up from school and he was never late. I press my phone to my heart and I can’t believe I’ve become that girl who’s this giddy about seeing her boyfriend.

  Boyfriend.

  James is my boyfriend.

  “Holy crap,” I whisper to myself.

  “Next stop, New York City,” the conductor says as he grabs my ticket stub from overhead. Minutes later, we are pulling into the station and I’m on my feet grabbing my bags before we are even completely stopped, the adrenaline over seeing James pushing my legs to move even faster. I’m the first one to line up at the door and I’m off the train the second it opens. I start moving towards the escalator when I hear his voice behind me.

  “Hi, pretty girl.”

  I turn around and I’m stunned to see James on the platform as I assumed he would be waiting outside for me. But now that I think about it, this makes perfect sense. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie under his gray peacoat and the mix between casual and business makes my knees weak.

  “JAMES!” I squeal and then I’m in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist as his lips attack mine. “I missed you so much,” I tell him between kisses. “I never want to be apart again.” He grabs me by the back of my neck and holds me to him as we kiss like lovers who haven’t seen each other in years and not the four days it’s been. He tightens his hold on the back of my neck and grips my butt through my coat pulling me harder against him. The kiss and the fact that my sex is completely opened up for him has me feeling dizzy and I try to regain my balance as he sets me on my feet.

  “Fucking missed you.” He tells me as he grabs both of my suitcases, leaving me with just my purse and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his chivalry.

  We make our way to the car and the second we’re alone my hand reaches for his dick, wanting to mount him in the parking lot of the train station.

  He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. “Let me touch you,” I tell him. He looks at me with the sweetest and yet most sexy eyes as he holds both of my hands between his and places kisses all over my fingers.

  “I want to wait.”

  Wait? Is he kidding? “Till we get home?”

  “Till we get home from dinner tonight.”

  My eyes widen and I almost choke on my own spit that had pooled in my mouth at the thought of sucking his dick while he drove us home. “J…” I trail off. “Don’t you want me after not having me for four days?”

  “Exactly. If I have a taste we aren’t making it to dinner.”

  “Aaaand would that be the end of the world?”

  “Okay, nympho, can we do something romantic?” he jokes as he pulls out of the garage.

  I hold my hands out before pointing to his pelvis and than mine. “What is more romantic than your cock inside of me?”

  A loud hearty laugh leaves his mouth and he squeezes my hand before kissing it again. “So I have turned you into a little nympho. I’m not even going to pretend that doesn’t make me proud as fuck.”

  “You’re proud that you turned your little sister into a sex crazed lunatic that is quite literally thirsty for your cum?”

  “Gabrielle Simone.” He feigns shock over my comment but I can see the smile in his eyes.

  “Oooh the middle name. Sorry, Daddy.” I giggle and he takes a deep breath and lets it out through his nose before running his tongue over his teeth.

  “You can’t manipulate me into getting what you want.”

  “I can’t? Huh, that’s news to me.” I am well aware that his cock is hard at this point and based on the death grip he has around my left hand, he knows what I’m planning to do if he lets it go.

  The idea of toying with James comes to me in the shower and a smirk finds my face at the idea of breaking him of this ‘I don’t want to fool around until later tonight’ idea. We have several hours until dinner; I came back to the city early for this reason exactly. I turn off the water and step out of the shower into the steam filled bathroom. I dry myself off completely, before moisturizing every inch of my body with my lavender scented body lotion. I spritz on some perfume in a few places; behind my ears, my wrists, my neck and between my breasts and my sex throbs with need at the thought of his mouth on those places.

  I pull off the shower cap and pull my hair from the loose ponytail I’d put it in to keep it from getting wet before opening the door into the bedroom that I now share with James. I frown when I don’t see him on the bed where I left him and I wonder if he is somewhere hiding from me for this very reason.

  I’m naked and I’m about to practice my art of seduction.

  I make my way out of the bedroom and I hear the television on in the living room so I take a deep breath and make my way to the kitchen under the guise of getting some water. I don’t even look in his direction as I walk past him sitting on the couch watching Shawshank Redemption for probably the millionth time. I open the refrigerator, not paying attention to James or the fact that he must have paused or muted the television because I don’t hear anything. I grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and when I close the door James is on the other side, his eyes narrowed as he scans me from head to toe.

  “What are you doing?” He bites his lip as his eyes zero in on the space between my legs that is getting slicker as his gaze darkens.

  “Getting some water.” I say with as much confidence as I can muster.

  He leans down so his face is but an inch from mine. “That’s not what you’re doing.”

  I hold up the bottle of water in between our faces. “Seems like it is,” I sass.

  “You’re trying to seduce me.” He tells me as he takes a step towards me and on instinct, I try to take a step back. He grabs me by my wrists to prevent me from moving before he hauls me to his chest. His nose trails down my face and neck and he places a hot open mouthed kiss on my shoulder. “You thought you could walk in here naked, fresh from the shower, your skin smelling like that lotion that makes me hard with just a whiff and think I’ll just drop to my knees in front of you, didn’t you, Princess? You thought you could break me when I told you I wanted to wait.” His voice is low but even and it sends a shiver across my naked flesh. I suddenly wish I wasn’t completely naked and had some layer of protection because I feel vulnerable under his gaze especially while he is completely clothed.

  “James.” I whimper as I try to get out of his grasp. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

  “You wanted a reaction out of me.” He backs me against the counter and spins me around pressing me down onto the counter. I hiss when my bare breasts hit the naked marble and I whimper when he digs his erection into my backside. “Should I fuck your ass for my pleasure and not yours?”

  I clench as my body rejects the idea of not having an orgasm even if the idea of having him in my ass does turn me on. It does also terrify me because I’ve heard horror stories about a woman’s first time but I know he’d never do anything to hurt me. His hands grip my ass cheeks, his nails digging almost painfully into the flesh. He spreads them and then I feel his breath on my skin, before his mouth places gentle kisses along my backside. He spreads my cheeks even further opening me up to him and I feel my skin heating at the idea of being so exposed to him. His finger rubs against my asshole and my mouth drops open at the kinkiness of this whole situation.

  “I wanted to wait because I knew if I fucked you now, we’d never leave. But now you’re standing in front of me fucking naked and all I want to do is impale you on my cock. Force my dick so far down your throat you feel it in your pussy. Put my mouth between your legs and feast on you until you beg me to stop. I wanted to wait. I was trying to control myself when all I’ve wanted to do since I picked you up at the train station is bend you over and fuck you mercilessly.” His finger is still in my ass and I can feel myself getting wetter after his sinful monologue when I feel his finger leave and his tongue on my sex. He’s eating me from behind; his thick tongue rubbing my clit before dipping inside me and spearing my open every few seconds.

  “James.” I whine. “Fuck.” I press my face against the counter and squeeze my eyes shut as he continues to fuck me from behind with his mouth. My orgasm is approaching fast and a smile finds my face that I’m getting exactly what I wanted and my plan worked perfectly when suddenly his tongue leaves me and he stands up. My eyes fly open at the loss of stimulation on my clit and before I can turn around, he leans over me and whispers in my ear. “Now we are both horny as fuck. Now you’re wet and needy and I get to watch you squirm all through dinner wanting me between your legs.”