Page 43 of Marrying His Brother

I deepen the kiss, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. She makes a soft sound, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and it’s like a match to dry tinder.

I’m lost, completely lost in the feel of her, the taste of her, and I can’t get enough.

I break the kiss, just for a moment, to catch my breath. “Let’s go inside,” I say, my voice rough and barely steady.

Emily nods, her lips slightly swollen, her eyes wide and dark. “Okay.”

We get out of the car, and I walk around to her side, taking her hand again. She lets me, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

The moment we step inside, I pull her into my arms, my mouth crashing down on hers. She melts against me, her hands gripping my shoulders as she kisses me back with a desperation that matches my own.

Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging slightly, and I groan against her lips.

“Upstairs?” she whispers breathlessly, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

“Yeah,” I murmur, kissing her again, harder this time, because I’ve been thinking about this for days, weeks, and I’m done waiting. “Upstairs.”

We barely make it up the stairs, tripping over each other, hands roaming, mouths seeking. By the time we stumble into the bedroom, clothes are already half-off.

I push her down onto the bed, following her, and she pulls me closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps, eyes dark with want and need. I don’t know what this means for us, where we go from here, but right now, all I care about is the way she feels beneath me, the way she sighs my name.

“It’s front clasping,” Emily says breathlessly as I fumble with the back of her bra.

I shift my hands to the front of her bra, unclasp it and let her bra slide off her shoulders, admiring the sight of her gorgeous breasts. They are just as full and beautiful as I remember.

I reach out and lightly run my fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch. I can't hold back a groan of pleasure as I feel her hands on me, pulling my pants down.

Moving away from her, I push down my pants along with my boxers, tossing them aside.

I kiss her again, our bodies pressed so close together that I can feel her hardened nipples against my chest.

Her fingers trail down my chest, tracing the lines of my abs before she reaches my dick. She wraps her fingers around my hard length and I moan into her mouth.

My hips buck against her hands as she strokes me. The feeling is incredible and I know I won’t last long with this kind of attention.

Chapter 19: Emily

I whimper as Andrew drags his finger up and down my slit.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

Baby?The endearment makes my heart swell with warmth. It’s a word I never thought I'd hear from Andrew, but it sends a thrill through me nonetheless.

“Yeah,” I manage to breathe out, arching my back slightly as his fingers slide inside me. He hits that sweet spot that makes me moan loudly.

My breaths come out in short gasps, each one more ragged than the last. Just when I’m about to explode, Andrew’s fingers slide out leaving me feeling needy.

“Andrew…” I start to say but before I can voice my protests, his tongue replaces his fingers, doing things that make me feel as if I’m literally losing my mind.

His tongue swirling around my clit is nothing short of explosive. I've never felt this way before, and it feels like I'm on a different planet.

I moan loudly, my body arching of its own accord as his tongue dances over my most sensitive spots. My hips thrust forward, desperate for more contact as his tongue continues to explore me.

His hand wraps around my thighs, pulling me closer to him as his tongue flicks over my clit again and again. Each touch sends lightning bolts through my body, igniting an uncontrollable fire.

“Andrew!” I cry out as he continues his tortuously sweet assault.

My orgasm builds and builds until I finally explode with a shriek, the intensity of it overwhelming me. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy crash over me until I finally lay back, panting raggedly.

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