Page 44 of Marrying His Brother

As I come down from my high, Andrew's hand leaves from between my legs and he gently turns me over.

“I want you on all fours,” he says in a serious, sexy voice that has me positioning myself in the way he wants me.

“That's it, baby,” he murmurs, his breath warm on my ear. His hands gently trail down my back, sending shivers up and down my spine. “You're so beautiful right now,” he adds, his voice thick with desire.

Andrew in bed is quite different from who he is out of it. I love this uninhibited, sensual side of him.

“So wet and ready for me,” he says softly, his breath caressing my ear again. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”

My heart races with anticipation as I wait for him to enter me from behind, the thought of his large cock filling me up making me shiver in anticipation.

He slowly guides himself into me, his breath hitching as he does so. “You feel amazing,” he whispers, his voice shaking slightly with emotion.

I moan in response, my body adjusting to him. He begins to thrust slowly at first, but the pace rapidly increases until we're both panting and groaning with pleasure.

His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging slightly into my skin with each thrust. The sensation is intense, pushing me closer and closer to a second orgasm.

“That’s it,” I cry out, arching my back to meet each thrust. “God, yes!”

Andrew groans in response, his breath coming in short gasps. His hips thrust harder, deeper, and I feel him hit a spot that sends electricity zinging through me.

“I'm going to come,” I gasp, my body tensing. The feeling is overwhelming, the pleasure building up within me until it’s almost too much to bear.

“That's it,” Andrew growls, his voice low and filled with lust. “Come for me, Emily.”

His words send me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. White-hot flames seem to race through my veins asI scream out in ecstasy. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I'm swept away in the rapture of my orgasm.

I feel Andrew’s body stiffen and then he thrusts deeper into me one last time before he cries out his own release.

He falls back onto the bed, his chest heaving.

“Fuck,” Andrew says after a moment. “Are you safe?”

His words bring me back to the present. Shit. We didn’t use protection. Again. “I’m on the pill.” I’ve never slept with a man without protection.

“Good.” He turns to face me. “I’m clean. I get checked every couple of months.”

“Me too,” I say. Not important for him to know that the last time I had sex was more than a year ago and I used protection.

The soft glow from the lights outside spills into Andrew’s room, casting shadows on the walls. It’s smaller, cozier than mine, and I can’t help but notice the difference. My room feels massive in comparison, with its high ceilings and spacious layout.

“Why did you choose the smaller bedroom?” I ask, glancing around, curious.

Andrew hesitates for a moment, then shrugs casually. “I figured you’d want the master. It’s bigger, and, well, women tend to have more stuff,” he says, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It just made sense.”

Warmth spreads through me. It’s such a simple gesture, but thoughtful. Considerate. I don’t know why it touches me so much, but it does.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I say, my heart tightening. “But, thank you.”

He shrugs again. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

For a moment, I’m caught between wanting to keep things light, and wanting to let him know how much it meant. Instead, I just give him a small smile, hoping it conveys at least a little of what I’m feeling.

A loud scratching sound breaks the silence, and I realize it’s coming from the door.

I can’t help but smile. “Sounds like Bear and Bruno want in.”

Andrew groans, tilting his head back against the pillow. “Tonight, they’re just going to have to wait for attention.”

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