When the waves finally subsided, Eleanor pulled back slowly, her tongue licking him clean with obvious satisfaction. She looked up at him, her lips curved in a triumphant smile.
"Delicious," she purred, licking her lips. "Even better than I remembered."
Julian's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, looking down at his sister with a mixture of awe and desire. "You're incredible."
"I know," Eleanor replied with confidence, rising gracefully to her feet. Her hands slid up his chest as she pressed her naked body against him. "And we're just getting started."
She kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue. When she pulled back, her smile was absolutely wicked.
"Now," she breathed, "I believe it's my turn. And unlike Mother, who probably fell asleep satisfied—"her hand slid down to wrap around him again, finding him already beginning to harden once more—"I plan to keep you up all night."
