Page 511 of The Winslow Brothers

Damn, that’s sexy.

Hands grip at the material of my shirt, and the feel of warmth rhythmically pressing against my thigh makes my cock take notice. Like,reallytake notice. So much so that I no longer feel like I’m sleeping.

I feel awake.Reallyawake.

I blink my eyes open, and the light of the moon coming in through the windows is the first thing my brain can understand.

The second?Maria.

Her long hair fans over my shoulder, and it’sherhands that grip my shirt, tugging at the material with her fingers. Herfull breasts are pressed against my ribs, her thigh is stretched across mine, and the rhythmic sensation against my body is her.Grindingagainst me.

Holy fuck. Definitely not dreaming.

Her breaths come out in more soft pants and brush across my neck, and in an instant, my cock is at full attention.

Fuck me.

I think she’s still sleeping. I don’t know. I can’t tell, but when a sexy little moan leaves her lungs, I have to find out.

“Maria,” I whisper her name, my voice already strained with my undeniable arousal.

But she doesn’t answer. Just keepsgrindingherself against me.

“Maria,” I whisper again, and it’s then that her eyes pop open and meet mine.

Her gaze is sleepy but still shining with heat and desire, and I can’t stop myself from thinking about how beautiful she is. Maria has always been beautiful to me, but there is something about seeing her raw and without inhibitions that makes me feel crazy with need.

The need to touch her.

Feel her.

Kiss her.

Slide my cock inside her.

Slowly, I reach down and brush my knuckles over her breasts, and her nipples are hard beneath the material of her silk shirt.

She whimpers, and her hips jolt forward against me.

I move my hand farther down her body, but when I grip her thigh, something changes behind her eyes. It’s like she’s finally fully awake. Completely aware of what’s happening.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she whispers and starts to avert her eyes from mine, guilt and shame lowering her chin. “I don’t know what I was doing… I think I was… I—”

“Maria,” I cut her off, not giving her space to apologize for something that’s done the opposite of make me uncomfortable. And then I tell her the only thing that makes sense right now. “I want you too.”

I lift her chin with my index finger and search her eyes.

When she doesn’t pull away this time, I slowly, carefully, lean forward until our mouths are just a breath away from each other.

“Remy,” she whispers as she grips my shirt tighter and she presses her body into mine.

Fuck. I have to kiss her.

I can’t not kiss her.

Maria

Kiss me, Remy,my mind whispers as my eyes search his.

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