My hands rub her legs on the way down, massaging over her soft, smooth flesh. She arches her back and lets out a small moan while watching me. “You do something to me, Kyan.”
I run my hands all the way up her body, applying pressure until I reach her breasts. Then I massage them soft and slow, while running my lips up her neck. “You do something to me too,” I admit. “More than I ever expected you to.”
Reaching her mouth, I press my lips against hers, claiming her lips as mine. They may not belong to me, but for tonight they do, and I plan to make sure she knows that.
Sitting up so I can reach my pants, I undo them and slip them down my thighs, before standing up and kicking them to the side. I reach out for her hand and place it on my stomach as I remove my boxer briefs next.
I’m standing here completely naked, my body hers to do with whatever she pleases. I don’t care if she wants to fuck me or just look at me. My dick doesn’t get to choose tonight. She does. This is all about her.
Spreading her legs, I slowly crawl above her and grab for the bottle of hotel lotion that I found lying around in the bathroom. I open the cap before squirting it into my hands and rubbing them together.
She looks up at me, completely lost in me as she watches me make my way down her body, massaging the lotion up her right leg. I work on that leg for a few minutes before moving to the next leg and working that one just as good.
“Kyan,” she says, completely relaxed. “Why did you choose to come to the wedding instead of your meeting?”
I position myself between her spread legs and gently rub my hands up her stomach and sides.
My situation with Jessica and Bryant isn’t something that I usually talk about with others, but knowing that she’s been hurt the same, I really don’t have a choice. She needs to know that I understand her pain and while we’re here tonight, I’m willing to ease it the best way I know how.
She sucks in a breath as my cock brushes her entrance. I’m fully hard right now, and with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen lying naked beneath me. This isn’t exactly the ideal time to talk about this but . . .
“I know how you feel,” I say stiffly. Her eyes meet mine and widen in curiosity. “To make a long story short, I found out not long before I was about to walk my fiancé down the aisle that she was pregnant with my best friend’s baby.” I pause and swallow. “I found your letter, Calla. I couldn’t let you go through this alone, knowing how it feels to get fucked over like that.”
I feel her squeeze my arm as her bottom lip begins to tremble. She’s fighting hard to stop it, but it’s not working. “Bryant had been my best friend for over ten years and Jessica was my first real love. I went away on a business trip for a few weeks when I was looking into buying my own gym for the first time, and then she found out she was pregnant three weeks later. We were about to get married and Bryant freaked out and confessed that he was in love with Jessica and that she was carrying his child, so I ended our engagement and gave her and Bryant the house I owned. They had a baby coming, so they needed it more than I did. It was the worst year of my fucking life.”
I bring my eyes up to meet hers and I can see the pain in them as she watches my face. “I’m so sorry.” She kisses my arm. “Are they still together?”
I nod my head and huff. “Yeah. They have two kids together, but they aren’t happy. I feel sorry for the kids.” I shake my head and grab her face to comfort her. “Let’s not worry about that tonight. Okay? I just want to make you feel good.”
Her jaw tightens as her eyes meet mine. “Then make love to me,” she whispers. “Let me feel you.”
Swallowing back the emotions that her words bring, I slide my hand under her neck and gently guide myself between her legs. I slowly push into her, moaning as her tightness hugs me completely.
Her body moves with mine, her nails digging into my back as I slowly grind my hips, being sure to hit every spot of pleasure I can find. Hearing her moan and feeling her grip on me tighten pushes me to want to pleasure her even more.
Being inside her this way feels too good emotionally and physically, and I can’t help but to feel selfish and only want it to be me from now on.
As I push into her I can’t help but to be haunted by my thoughts of my brother inside her, but I quickly fight the anger and jealously off and make love to her like she truly deserves.
Bringing her legs over my shoulders, I slightly lift her hips and rock into her, biting the side of her calf as I bury myself as deep as I can.
Both of our bodies are covered in sweat. We’re both breathless and completely lost in each other as I continue to thrust deep and slow for what feels like hours.