I tried not to be desperate for her, but holy hell was that difficult. I wanted to slow down, drink her in, make this incredible, but my body screamed at me to bury myself inside my sister.
Her fingers scrambled at my zipper frantically, and I was pleased to not be the only one of us that was needy.
"Ellie. Don't you wanna take it slow?" I gasped, breaking away from her lips for a second.
"No! Get out of your goddamn head for a second. Rock my world later! I need you inside me right f*****g now!"
It was not logic I could refute, and her dexterous little fingers had my zipper down seconds later, even as she continued to mash her lips and tongue against mine.
Ellie. My Ellie. I was going to be inside her.
The roaring inferno of need blazed back to life, chasing away conscious thought.
