Teaching Willow: Session Three Read Free

anything but the sound of her moaning my name over and over and over, the sound of her losing herself in me like I am losing myself in her.
    I knock lightly at the door, just in case Willow is sleeping.  There’s silence for almost a minute before I hear an awkward clomping sound followed by a pause and then the click of the locks opening.
    In the low light of the moon, backlit by the television, I see a petite figure in a tank top and panties, hair in a messy knot at the base of her neck, with her arm in a sling of some sort.
    “What happened?” I ask, not even trying to confirm which sister I’m speaking to, not really caring which sister I’m barging in on when she’s in her underwear. 
    She backs up, stumbling over something and nearly falling before I reach out to steady her.  I hear a giggly laugh before a soft, feminine form melts against my chest.
    As my eyes adjust, I see the glasses and I know that I’m holding Willow.  Not only does she appear to be hurt, but she seems to be drunk as well.
    Fuck.
    “Willow, what happened to you?”
    Her grin is sanguine and not quite alert as she gazes up at me, winding her good arm around my waist.  “I got in a car accident,” she answers, matter of fact.
    “When?  What happened?  Are you all right?”
    “So many questions,” she slurs happily, rubbing against me like a kitten.  A sexy, studious kitten.
    My dick jumps.
    Fuck.
    Reluctantly, I reach around me for her wrist to try and gently disentangle myself.  “Do you have any answers?”
    Her smile widens.  “Yes.  One.”
    When she doesn’t continue, I prompt, “And?”
    She leans further into me, her knee sliding up the inside of my thigh. I grit my teeth to keep from reacting.  This is a dream and a nightmare all wrapped up in one.
    “I’m fine.  Better than fine now.  My mother left a couple of hours ago, pissed as hell.  My sister won’t be home until tomorrow.  And you’re here.  I couldn’t be better.”
    “Willow, you’re obviously medicated.”
    “Ya think?” she giggles, bending backward until I snake my arm around her waist to make sure she doesn’t fall.  Her arched spine pushes her tantalizing breasts up and out and forces her lower body into intimate contact with mine.  Before I can even stop them, thoughts of pulling the low neck of her shirt down and taking one nipple into my mouth bombard my mind.  In the blink of an eye, I’m sucking on it until she’s writhing against me. I’m reaching between her legs to touch her damp panties. I’m pushing them aside and driving my fingers inside her, so hard she bucks against me and comes all over my knuckles.
    Fuck.
    I know there’s no way to keep the blood from rushing to my cock now.  Damn my imagination!
    Gingerly, I pull her upright, my leg slipping between hers as I stabilize us.  I hear her gasp.  I feel the warmth of her pussy through my jeans.  I sense the pause and the way she turns serious all of a sudden.  And I know what’s coming next.  The bitch of it is, I don’t even try to stop it.
    Willow reaches up with her good arm and winds it around my neck, tugging until I lower my head.  She smashes her lips against mine in a kiss that tastes desperate. And hot.  And forbidden.
    I dive into her mouth, licking and sucking, temporarily lost to this little taste of something I’ve denied myself for what seems like forever.  My hands are in her hair, on her back, biting into her ass cheeks.  I pull her tight against me and she moves her hips, riding my thigh.  She’s all but begging me to make her come and holy god how I want to!
    But I can’t.  This is Willow.  There is good reason I’ve resisted for so long.  Damn good reason.
    Reluctantly, I pull away.  She’s breathing rapidly as she stares up into my face, her eyes heavy with desire and whatever she’s taking for pain.  “Willow, stop.”
    Speaking those words is harder than even I thought it would be.  And they have an even more profound