Silken gasped and her body jerked up, the shock of the icy, cold substance making her moan. She felt Max’s body over hers and then he settled between her legs, spreading them apart, exposing her to his gaze. And then she felt it, his lips on her mound, his tongue licking the sweetness on her clit, sending sparks shooting up her spine, making her body melt into him.
“Mmm.” The ice cream was all gone but still Max licked and teased, playing her body till she felt she’d die from the agony and the pleasure.
And as he licked she wanted to hold him…so bad. Instinctively, she pulled against her bonds but she was held tight. All she could do was relax and yield to the pleasure that flowed from his lips.
But then she realized that relaxing was something she could not do, not while Max was strumming her body and making it sing. Silken’s breath came in shallow gasps and the tension within her grew, her body tightening with each stroke of his tongue, and when he slid lower to dip into the dewy warmth below, she cried out and arched up to receive him, crying his name over and over again as she cl**axed.
Max lay there hugging her h*ps as her body quaked then trembled then slowly settled into stillness, and then he lifted his head and planted a kiss at the top of her mound.
“Was that good for you, honey?” he asked as he began to move up and over her body.
“It was wonderful." She was still winded and the words came out in a breathless pant. She felt his hands behind her head, loosening the tie that hid her eyes. She was still blinking, trying to restore focus, as he loosened her wrists and set her free.
Immediately, she reached for him, sliding her hand down his belly. “It was sensational,” she whispered as her hand circled his rock-hard penis, “but you didn’t come yet and I want more.”
***
That Sunday night Max didn’t deliver Silken back at her apartment building until nine minutes after eleven. In the elevator she leaned against his body, feeling so languid and drained that she wished he would lift her up and carry her right to her door. But no, she couldn’t ask him to do that. He was carrying all her camping gear. Instead, she rested her cheek against his chest and stifled a yawn.
At the door Max rested her bag just inside then turned to go but as he did, he pulled her into his arms. “Thank you for the most wonderful weekend,” he said and gave her a peck on the cheek. “And apologize to Suave for me.”
“For what?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“For having you out so late,” he said with a rueful smile. “I know you have an early morning tomorrow. I didn’t mean to get you back this late.”
She shook her head. “It was my fault. I was the one who insisted on round two. But you know what?” She looked him right in the eyes, not caring what emotions he could plainly see there. “It was worth it.” Then she drew his lips down for a real kiss.
When Max finally left, Silken closed the door gently and, leaving her bags right where he'd dropped them, she crossed the shadowy living room and headed off to bed.
And that was when she heard it – a racking cough followed by a terrible wheezing. And it was coming from Suave’s bedroom.
Immediately, Silken turned around and ran back down the hallway. “Suave, are you all right?” She knocked at the door and when there was no answer she pushed it open.
There in the middle of the bed, all bundled up in sheets and blankets, lay Suave. And she was shaking.
“What’s the matter?” Silken hurried across the room and pulled at the bedclothes hiding her sister. “What’s going on?”
“It’th nothink. I jutht haff the flu.” Suave sounded like she was submerged under a foot of water. Her voice was thick and hoarse, and it was obvious that her nostrils were totally blocked.
Silken rested her hand on her sister’s forehead. She was burning with fever. “Oh, my God. Suave, you’re really sick. Why didn’t you call me?”
A fit of coughing overtook Suave and it took her a minute before she could reply. “I didn’t want to bother you on your trip. It’s all right. I can take care of myself.”
“No, you can’t.” Silken glared down at her. “Look at you. You’re shivering. You should have called me, Suave.” Her voice rose in frustration because Suave was always trying to do things on her own even when it wasn’t in her best interest. That was one thing, but the rise in the pitch of Silken's voice was also due to fear. What if something worse had happened to Suave while she’d been away? She hopped up and headed for the bathroom. “I’m getting the thermometer. If your temperature is over one hundred and four I’m taking you to the emergency room.”
“No, Silken, it’s okay. I already took some medication.” The coughing started again, cutting Suave off.
But Silken was not listening. She was pissed, not at Suave but at herself. She should have known better than to go all that way out of town and not check up on her sister every single day. They’d spoken Friday night and then on Saturday afternoon but they hadn’t spoken all day Sunday.
And then…Silken bit her lip as she remembered…and then she hadn’t even come straight home. She’d gone to Max’s house and made love while her sister lay in bed, roasting with fever.
The feeling of guilt was like a bitter pill in her mouth. She was supposed to be looking out for her little sister and this time she’d done a terrible job.
As she walked back to the bedroom, thermometer in hand, she vowed that no-one would come before her sister, and definitely not a man.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
To Silken’s relief, Suave’s fever broke within the hour but she still suffered from the guilt of having been away, totally unaware while her sister lay ill in bed. She’d meant it when she’d told herself she would never let it happen again. No matter that she was in a relationship, her sister would always come first.
And so she made Suave promise that no matter what she was doing or where she was, she would always let her big sis know when she was not one hundred percent. Actually, Silken didn’t make her promise, she made her swear.
After that, life went back to normal and before Silken knew it, another month had passed and Thanksgiving was just over a month away. Not having any family outside of each other, Silken and Suave always spent the day serving meals at Martha's Kitchen, having also donated their usual half dozen turkeys. And even though Max was now a part of her life, this year would be no exception. Helping out at the soup kitchen meant too much to Silken for her to skip going down there to work.