Page 79 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

“Sit up, Hannah,” I command her, and I feel her obey, sliding to a seated position. I slide up to meet her, only going by the feeling of her body in the still dark room. I lean over the side of the bed and pull an eye mask out of my side drawer.

“Here, put this over your eyes. I want you to just feel what I’m about to do to you.”

As soon as she’s put it on, I clamp my hand over her mouth and taste her juices with one flat-tongued lick. Hannah covers the hand that’s over her mouth with her one hand and arches her back, her other hand digging into my left shoulder blade. She gasps into my hand, and I press it harder against her mouth as I plunge my tongue inside her, eagerly lapping at whatever juices she’ll give me.

Her squeals are unrelenting and girlish, her back arching further and further into a perfect semicircle. I use one hand to support her as she does, spreading it across her spine and feeling her twist and squirm underneath me.

I pull my tongue out of her tunnel slowly and let it drag across her opening as I trail it upward to her clit again. I circle my lips around it and suck lightly, applying light pressure with my tongue as I do.

“Chris,” she moans into my hand, her tone almost begging.

I can’t help but laugh hearing the way she says my name. “Yes?”

“It feels so good,” she mumbles, her words muffled.

“Does it? That’s good. Lie back. Just relax and feel,” I tell her, smiling into her soaking pussy.

When I feel her lie back down, I go back to suckling on her clit but this time I let one of my hands wander up her nightgown and over her breast so that I can pinch one of her nipples at the same time.

Her moans are quick and labored, and I can tell that she’s on the brink of orgasming, the quickest she’s ever climaxed with me.

She twists to move away as the pressure builds, pushing my hand away from her mouth to tell me, “I’m about to cum. I don’t want to stop. I still want you inside me.”

I lift my head to say nonchalantly, “So cum twice,” before returning my mouth to her pearl where it belongs.

I keep my fingers dancing across her nipple, pulling and twisting it when I feel her sinking into it too much, then moving it lightly when she pulls back against the sensation.

My tongue works overtime, lapping at her clit while I suckle on it. It hardens and grows in my mouth, her button swelling as she grows closer and closer to climax.

I’m careful not to tell her to cum for me, though I desperately want her to. I don’t want to spook her out of her flighty orgasm.

Like a deer drinking from a brook, I approach it slowly and steadily, my fingers and tongue all moving at the exact same rhythm as her hips raise higher, along with the curve of her spine.

She gyrates against my mouth and as her orgasm swells, she squeezes me with her thighs, her legs lifting up to rest over my shoulders and on top of my back.

She grabs my hand and presses it back against her mouth so that she can empty her screams into my palm, lightly biting my hand as she does. I let go of her breast and snake my arm around behind her back to grip her shoulder so that I can pull her closer to me.

Her hand finds the back of my head and she pushes me closer against her, grinding herself against my mouth. I suck greedily as she drips into my mouth, milking her orgasm against my face.

Finally, I feel her relax under me, collapsing onto the mattress and sliding back down into a horizontal position.

I gently kiss the soft skin of her intimate folds, slick with her juices, as she relaxes. Her fingers intertwine in my curls, and she strokes my hair as I kiss the insides of her thighs.

I spread her lips open and kiss the pink sides of her inner labia, inhaling the heady scent of her orgasm. She sighs gently at my kisses, and her legs open slightly.

“Chris, that felt so good,” she whispers to me, her hand still caressing my hair gently.

I crawl up her body and lie next to her.

I still crave her and want to feel her from the inside, but she seems so relaxed that I don’t want to ruin the moment for her. I wrap my arms around her body and pull her onto my chest. When I feel her settled against me, I lift her eye mask and look into her beautiful green eyes.

“I love you, Hannah,” I tell her sincerely and kiss her forehead.

She closes her eyes for just a second as if taking in the moment and putting it away as a memory.

“I love you, too, Chris,” she whispers back, averting her eyes and snuggling deeper against me.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you look away?”

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