A Sister's Power. Cydney Rax

and she never really wanted to mention his ex-wife. Her name was Kyra. She was an attractive woman who also worked in the restaurant industry and she’d be photographed at various shindigs and would be mentioned in the Houston society newspapers. Thankfully, Burgundy had never met Kyra. She didn’t want to meet her. And she never wanted to directly mention the woman either. At least not while she was in bed with Kyra’s ex-husband.

      Edmund nibbled on Burgundy while she rambled away. He knew exactly what she was doing. Talking a few minutes before they made love helped her deal with what she was doing. For although she told herself that allowing him to make her feel sexy and wanted, sometimes she did struggle with what they’d started. This was their third time having sex since Nate died. She would have fun with him but felt guilty afterwards. Edmund did not agree with her opinion but went along with it.

      “I think I did alright,” he replied. “Rather my interior decorator did a great job. She gets all the credit.”

      “Her name?”

      He stopped nibbling on her feet.

      “Why do you ask?”

      “Just in case I need her to do the same for me,” she explained. “I think my house needs a do over.”

      “Ahh, I see,” he shrugged. “Look her up. Jennifer Mosley. A sixty-five-year-old white woman who wears bifocals and lives with twenty cats.”

      “Oh okay. Thanks for that very unnecessary detail.”

      Edmund laughed and resumed his nibble fest that included placing his entire mouth over her big toe and sucking on it until Burgundy started her little squirm dance. That’s when her hips and legs would rotate and twist and turn around on the sheets as she enjoyed the good feelings Edmund gave to her. If Burgundy squirmed, he knew he was doing a good job. And that’s all he wanted. To please this woman and help make her life easier.

      As the music continued to play Burgundy allowed her mind to be whisked away. His ardent attention to her made her feel very special.

      “What have I done to deserve you?” she asked.

      “Just be yourself, my dear. And if you can find it within yourself to do it, love me back.”

      “That’s definitely a good plan.” His words and his actions made Burgundy feel very good.

      Once he was done working on her feet, Edmund flipped her over.

      “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

      She obeyed.

      “Today was kind of challenging,” she told him.

      “Mmm hmmm,” he said as he positioned himself behind her.

      “But I won’t dwell on the particulars. Some things are just life. You just have to get through them.”

      “A lot like I’m trying to get through you.”

      She felt him insert his tongue in the crack of her behind. He wiggled it around touching all her hot spots. Goosebumps raced through her.

      He moved his tongue back and forth and dug in and out until he found a nice rhythm.

      She shivered and tried to hold onto the pleasure he was giving her without screaming. “This feels sooo good, Edmund. Keep going.”

      “Don’t worry,” he said.

      He dug deeper like he was trying to become one with her. She loved how he made her feel and was somewhat regretful that in their earlier years, she and Nate did not always share this type of sexual intimacy. But the more she thought about Nate, the more she thought about Becky. And the more she thought about Becky, the colder the room felt.

      Burgundy decided to shift gears.

      “Edmund, you have no idea, oooh, what this means to me. My God!” She loved the intricate way his tongue probed nearly every sensitive part of her.

      “I need this,” she murmured.

      She wanted to say ‘I need you too’ but stopped short of doing so.

      “You like it?” he asked.

      “More than you can know. Can’t you tell?”

      When he sucked her vagina, Burgundy’s eyes fluttered out of sight.

      “I think I’m just about ready,” she murmured. His fingers rubbed across her clitoris. He rubbed her over and over until she almost shrieked.

      “Oh Edmund.”

      “Yep, you’re good and ready,” he assured her. “But I have a little bit more to go.”

      “Please, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”

      He licked her from behind and drove her nearly insane. He found her erogenous zone and caused the most thrilling sensations to zoom through her. The erogenous zone was that mystical sexual island that few men were lucky enough to locate in a woman. And if a woman came across a man who could find it, she tried her best to hold on to him as long as possible.

      Burgundy let Edmund do his thing. Wave after wave of pleasure seemed to roll over, then up and down her body, coursing through her until she could barely stand it.

      Each erotic touch from her lover made her forget everything that had been going on.

      Life was strange and unpredictable and many eligible women lacked a sexy, understanding, intuitive man who knew how to bring everything he had to the table. Edmund Langston Murray was that type of guy.

      He flipped her over and sucked on her vagina like it was a treasure, and kept doing it till she was dripping wet. Edmund loved how Burgundy stroked his penis between her fingers until it grew rock hard. She rolled a condom on his erect penis then let him ravish her. He pounded against her over and over again, slapping her thigh with his thigh and making her loins sore. And when he hit her spot with one good hard thrust, she screamed and clawed his back with her pointed nails. Scratches ignited him. He pumped wildly into her like a crazy man. Burgundy shuddered and screamed, releasing all her anxiety into one long, soothing, jerky climax that renewed her.

      “My God,” she said gasping for breath. “That was . . . that was wonderful.”

      “That wasn’t shit.”

      “Huh?”

      Just when she thought it was all over, Edmund thrust hard against her one last time. He was like a woodpecker, he kept going and going. With widened eyes, she sharply inhaled then bore the pain of his penis and let pleasure invade her body once more.

      “Ohh, baby you got some good pussy.”

      “Do I?”

      “Yeah, oh shit, here it comes.”

      He howled and whimpered as satisfaction began to take over. Burgundy lifted her neck and bit his shoulder. Unbelievably, he caused her to come again and she screeched against his arm and let him plunge into her.

      “Oh, daddy, that’s never happened to me before.” She laughed. “This is just how I like it. Do it harder again but even harder. Slap my ass or something. Hell, I need this, I deserve it.”

      After he climaxed, she pushed him off of her, then fell back, spreading out on her stomach; she looked like a drunkard after a long night of drinking.

      “Uh, umm,” she panted and tried to catch her breath.

      “You alright?”

      “I’m wonder-wonder-wonderful, baby. Just lovely. But sleepy as hell.” She pretended like she was snoring.

      Edmund could only laugh. He was becoming more acquainted with her. He felt like he knew her like a book. He’d let her get some rest, then he’d wake her up, nibble on her breasts and her toes, then they’d start all over again.

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      Exhausted from their sexy liaison, they promptly fell asleep in each other’s arms. And later