Page 36 of Between Brothers

Her hands working my belt’s tongue free of its buckle answered that. She was as desperate to have me inside of her as I was to be there. Jesus the amount of self-control it took to fish the box of condoms out of the bag and rip it open. The speed with which I gloved my cock in latex set some kind of new record.

Hayley had crawled up onto the bed properly while I’d rolled the condom down my length, my fingertips where I pinched the reservoir at the top slipping against the pre-cum seeping from its head. I’d gotten it started down my length and rolled it down completely, watching her, watching me.

She still had on her sports bra and panties, her fingertips dipping into the front of the waistband of the simple black cotton bikini-briefs. She teased herself, eyes aglow with the dark light of passion and I felt myself twitch. I reached for her bra and lifted it up over her head. She raised her arms and I tossed it aside, letting it hit the floor with the rest.

I stood and pushed my boxers and jeans off the rest of the way while she skimmed her panties down her legs. I got up onto the bed and wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her down the bed, settling between her legs. She watched me, face impassive, yet accepting. She arched her hips. Offering herself, and that was definitely one offer that I couldn’t refuse. I climbed up her body and settled over her, my face hovering over hers, my eyes staring into hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Please,” she whimpered and I lined myself up at her opening, pressing into her wet heat slowly. God, agonizingly slowly, letting her adjust to me, making sure that it wasn’t too much all at once.

She whimpered and writhed underneath me and it was the sexiest damn thing I’d had a woman do. Her hands on my shoulders as her body gripped me, milked me; tried to pull me in deeper.

My body met hers flush and I bowed my head, kissing her for all I was worth. Working myself in and out of her in tight short strokes that stimulated us both and kept us on the very edge of things.

“Blue,” she murmured, her voice begging me.

“What you need, baby? Just tell me what you need.” She gasped, breath coming in sweet little pants.

“Harder, faster!”

I did as she asked, stroking long and deep, striking a fulfilling rhythm for the both of us. I twined my fingers with hers and rocked in and out of her, pressing her hands to the pillows on either side of her head, stretching her arms above her head, grinding a bit, changing pace and angle, looking for what was a hit and what was a miss.

I finally let her go, getting up on my knees; an arm beneath her lower back to support her. I was in deep, but our bodies separate, holding her so I had the room to use my other hand, drifting it over her body, teasing the planes and valleys with light fingertips. She moaned and arched back, giving herself up to me and I promised her, silently, she wouldn’t be disappointed.

I pressed my fingers against her body and slid my thumb between us, slicking the pad through her wetness and teasing her clit. She let out a deep, throaty moan and arched harder, riding me.

Her pussy tightened around me and I grit my teeth, determined to make her come before me.

“That’s it, baby, tighter. There you go,” I encouraged and she cried out. She was wound up so tight, I knew it was only a matter of time, I just had to hold out a little bit longer which was easier said than done. My balls were drawing tight, that telltale tingling at the base of my spine starting. I was shaking with the effort to hold her up and hold back. Her body flared around mine and I knew it, and then she crashed, the tension falling out of her body as if her strings were cut. Her pussy tightened up and throbbed around my dick pulsating in that way that was a siren’s call. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t help myself, I came with her in one of the most perfect unions between two people that the universe could witness.

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