THRUST(42)

Slamming his lips to mine, he turns around and sets me on the kitchen island, never removing his lips from mine. I push up on my hands, lifting my butt off the counter. With control, he slowly undoes my jeans and slides them down my legs. “I want to fuck you all over this apartment, Calla.” He kisses me in a way that causes me to feel weak, before he pulls away and bites his bottom lip. “But first.” He yanks my panties down before pulling my shirt over my head and unsnapping my bra, removing it and dropping it on the floor. “I want to fuck you against my shower wall and wash my brother off of you.”

I find myself falling into him and gripping his strong shoulders as he picks me up and starts walking down the hall. “Kyan . . .” I lean back as he kisses my neck. “I don’t know . . .” I breathe out heavily when I feel the head of his penis poke between my ass cheeks. “Isn’t this wrong?”

“Maybe,” he whispers against my neck. “But I want to pleasure you so fucking bad right now. I need to be inside you.”

His lips find mine again as he opens the shower door and turns the water on. The glass door is still frosted from the shower he just got out of, and I can’t help but to feel a rush knowing that we’re about to have sex in his private place.

With me in his arms, he steps inside and closes the door behind him. He carefully sets me on my feet and reaches for his bar of soap. Starting at my neck, he slowly rubs it over my body, kissing the places that the water has already washed the soap off of.

He keeps getting lower and lower until his bar of soap is rubbing between my legs, his eyes level with my waist. He rubs it slowly while looking up at me. “I want to taste you . . . not anyone else.” Dropping the soap, he rubs his hand between my folds, cleaning me as the water washes over my body, soaking the top of his head.

His thumb finds my clit and he looks up through wet lashes, while replacing his thumb with his mouth. I widen my stance, placing one foot on the ledge in the shower to spread myself open for him.

He runs his tongue along every inch of my pussy; so slow and torturous that I can barely stand it. Every once in a while he stops to lick his lips and wipe the water from his face, and I can’t help but to take notice of how beautiful this man truly is.

His tongue starts to work faster as his finger slips between my cheeks and brushes over my asshole. I stiffen up, not used to feeling anything back there. “Kyan . . .” I moan out while gripping onto his hair. “I don’t know. I . . .”

He sucks my clit into his mouth and slowly eases the tip of his finger into my hole, being sure not to give me more than I can handle. I gasp out at the mixture of feelings that takes over my body. The sensation of the tip of his finger slowly entering my ass and his tongue working over the sensitive skin of my pussy has me coming undone faster than I ever have before.

I grip his hair tighter. “Kyan! Oh yes! I’m coming!” Arching my back, I hold on tight as his perfect movements rock my orgasm right through me. He knows just what to do to make the orgasm more intense than it usually would be from any other man.

Standing up, he grips his hands into the back of my hair and kisses me mid orgasm. My mouth is open, but I immediately cling onto him as he devours my mouth just as he did my pussy.

“Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head and smile.

“Good.”

Picking me up, he turns off the water and opens the shower door, stepping out. He doesn’t bother to dry us off. He just walks through the house with us both dripping wet.

He stops in front of his bedroom door and kicks it open, while claiming my lips with his as if he can’t get enough of my taste. I love that because I can’t get enough of tasting him. I could taste him all day, every day, and never get tired of it.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers against my lips. I’m surprised when he tosses me onto his bed, not making an effort to be gentle.

I let out a little squeal and grab onto the blanket when I land. His eyes demand mine as he slowly crawls over me and spreads my legs apart. He scoots me higher and rubs his thumb over my sensitive clit while digging in his drawer for a condom.

I start to squirm from his touch and I almost feel on the brink of another orgasm. Just watching his face and the way he looks at me is enough to make me unravel.

Once he gets the condom on, he stands on his knees and looks down at me, while grabbing my ankles, and slowly placing them on his shoulders. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

He positions himself between my legs and enters me in one thrust. We both moan out as he hits hard. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man so deep before.