Page 9 of A Twinmas Entanglement (The Unwrapped in Austin #1)

Solana

Having Delaney come to surprise me with breakfast and an orgasm was just another reason why I was completely head over heels for her.

She knew just what I needed. She knew I was in a mood where I didn’t care for myself or eat often, so she fed me.

She knew that I needed to set my mind on something else, so she gave me just that, leaving me a whimpering mess on the top of the arena’s seats while the women’s basketball team practiced.

My girlfriend is such a naughty little whore, and I will show her just how much I appreciate her when she walks through the door in the next thirty minutes.

She texted me a few minutes ago saying she was stopping for a surprise for us both, and knowing her, I know it will be something freaky.

I love how she can’t get enough of me. I feel the added revelation of us possibly being twin sisters has only ignited our spark.

I know we’ve been told we most likely are sisters, but I don’t think I’ll fully believe it until I see the DNA results.

However, it doesn’t hurt to feed into the likelihood of our familial relationship.

Once I got home, I decided to take out our fake Christmas tree and decorations from our supply closet.

I assembled the tree, fluffing it up and plugging it in to see if all the lights were working correctly.

After it lit up perfectly, I left it plugged in and waited for Delaney to decorate it how she wanted.

She’s so particular about what theme we should do, while I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less.

I’m all good as long as it looks festive, so waiting for her input is the best bet.

I take the steaks from the cast iron pan and place them on our plates along with some of Delaney’s favorite sauteed vegetables: broccoli, red peppers, zucchini, and carrots.

I assemble the plate and place a dollop of mashed potatoes to complete our main course.

The oven’s timer rings, and the overwhelming aroma of chocolate permeates the room.

I turn off the timer and open the oven, revealing two of the most delicious-looking, personal-sized chocolate cakes.

The fresh cocoa beans, the almond flour, and dates had me feeling all Nara Smith by making everything from scratch.

I snatch the sangria Delaney made yesterday and set it on the table.

When I first came home from work, I set up the mini easels, paints, and paintbrushes, and went right into baking and cooking for my girl.

This home date night is going to be one to remember.

It might give us more time to reconnect and talk while we paint.

Everything will be ready for Delaney’s arrival in just a few more minutes.

* * *

“Solana! Honey, I’m home,” Delaney sing-songs.

She closes the door behind her and throws her keys onto the bowl in the foyer’s end table.

I stand near the table in my black, silk robe.

I open the robe slowly, revealing my black, sheer lingerie set attached to fishnet stockings and my black, stiletto heels.

Delaney’s bright eyes light up, filling with lust as she steadily walks toward me.

“Holy fucking shit. You look so goddamn hot,” she declares, lifting her hand to her mouth and biting down, indicating she’d love to take a nice bite out of me.

Smiling, I reach forward and grab her free hand.

I tightly wrap my hands around her, running my nose alongside her exposed neck.

Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she removes her hand from her mouth as we inch closer.

Our lips touch faintly with our breath panting heavily; the overwhelming tension is too much to bear.

I make the first move and slide my tongue against her juicy lower lip as she opens for me perfectly.

Our tongues intertwine sensually against one another as I seek refuge in her perfect mouth.

She mimics my moves, seeking the same, and we drown in our kiss.

Painfully early, we break apart, breathing heavily with so much lust and love in our eyes.

Gazing at each other, I break the silence and whisper, “I love you so much, Delaney.” Her smile grows. Our all-consuming love for each other is palpable and evident in that breathtakingly beautiful smile.

“ Te amo tambien, hermosa. Con todo mi corazón, te amaré para siempre. ” I close my eyes, stunned by her lovely words and how I feel so connected to her—like we are one person, soulmates who will never be apart. (I love you too, beautiful. With all my heart, I will love you forever.)

I kiss her forehead, and she wipes a tear from my eye that I didn’t even know I had. I remove her long green coat and place it behind her chair. Pushing the chair back, I give her enough room for her to sit so we can enjoy our meal.

“Wait. Let me change real quick and give myself a quick body rinse, okay?” she states, running quickly to our bedroom. I can’t get a word in before our bedroom door opens and closes.

Gathering my resolve, I pick up our plates and place them in our microwave oven to keep them warm.

Back at the table, I squirt various paints on the trays beside the paintbrushes.

I suddenly remember Delaney dropping her surprise bag beside the foyer, so I make my way toward it in search of her surprise.

I snatch the red and white paper bag and return it to the table, removing the silver sparkling tissue paper.

Setting the bag down on the table, I reach inside and find two items: a mini Santa hat vibrator, and pearl bell, a pendant bow nipple clamps.

I fucking can’t. My girl is so crazy. There has never been a dull moment with her in my life, and I love it.

“So, I see you couldn’t wait to see my special surprise.

” Her sultry voice startles me, and I instantly wet my sheer panties, which I know are sure to leave a wet patch.

I turn around and I’m met with the most magnificent creature I’ve ever seen.

Dressed in all red, she looks like a silk dream.

Her red silk lingerie and matching robe resemble a present ready to be unwrapped.

The black sheer stockings and studded killer Louboutin heels complete her outfit, making her downright sinful.

“Jesus, fuck. If I had a dick, it’d be hard as a fucking rock. But my pussy is dripping for you , ” I purr, dangerously close to unwrapping her and worshiping her on top of our kitchen island.

Locked in a lascivious stare, I blink my eyes and remember the food in the microwave. Even though I want to take a bite out of her sweet curves, we should probably eat to gain sustenance for what we will be getting into later.

“Okay, before we get into what’s going to happen later, let’s eat and have our date night. Por favor, hermosa ,” I plead, quickly kissing her lips. I snag our plates and set them on the table as Delaney chuckles, sitting opposite me. (Please, beautiful.)

“Mmm, everything smells heavenly. Thank you so much for cooking, prepping the tree, and our little easels here,” she states, grabbing the sangria. She fills our glasses as I cut my steak and dive in to eat. I groan, closing my eyes, savoring the taste and how juicy it is.

“This is so delicious . You definitely outdid yourself,” she moans, taking a huge bite of her steak topped with mashed potatoes and veggies.

“Thank you. Let’s paint, drink, and eat. Then, we can unveil what we painted after our meal,” I state, grabbing my paintbrush and dipping it in the red. She nods and starts mixing colors as I revert to my picture, getting lost in my painting while eating.

* * *

The deafening silence perfectly contrasts with the lovely moans and screams that will fill our apartment in an hour. Breaking the tension-filled silence, I chuckle while admiring my painting.

“You painted something nasty, didn’t you?” Delaney snorts, shaking her head. I move my clean plate and place my easel on the placemat facing Delaney, unveiling the most perfectly painted vagina.

“Oh my fucking God. You are so fucking crazy.”

“Crazy about pussy.” I snicker. She turns her painting around, showcasing the second most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen, the first being hers. I raise an eyebrow, chastising her for thinking I was crazy and naughty when she is exactly the same.

“Second-best tits I’ve ever seen.” I wink. Rising from my chair, I grab our clean plates and make my way to the kitchen sink. I rinse the plates and place them in our dishwasher as Delaney refills our glasses with sangria.

She glides to our living room, setting our glasses on the end table before getting on her knees and opening the first Christmas decorations box.

I smile, looking at this beautiful woman who just so happens to likely be my twin sister. I can’t help but think how fucking lucky I was to have found her.

We were made to love each other until the end of time, and I know it wasn’t just as sisters. It was and is more than that.