Page 12 of Desiring My Brother's Best Friend

Two of his thick fingers slide inside, curling upwards until he hits the spot that makes me see stars. I grip his hair tighter, pulling his mouth to where I need him most, and he obeys by sucking my clit between his lips.

I'm so close. So fucking close. My body is trembling, every nerve ending on fire as he works me with his fingers and tongue. When he adds a third finger, stretching me just right, my entire body shudders. The wet sounds of his mouth on me and the sight of his dark head between my legs make my head spin.

"Come for me, Lena," he murmurs against my flesh, never slowing the motion of his hand. "Let go."

And I do.

I explode around him with a scream, shaking in his grasp as he holds me still with one arm, determined to keep his mouth on me until the bitter end. He keeps going, drawing out my orgasm until I can barely breathe. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest.

Finally, after what seems like forever, I slump back against the pillows, utterly spent. But Owen isn't done yet. He kisses his way up my stomach, pausing briefly to suck each nipple before continuing to my neck and jaw. By the time our lips meet again, I'm ready for another round.

He pulls away with a smile, resting his forehead against mine. "How was that?"

I run my fingers through his hair, giving it a playful tug. "Almost worth the wait."

His eyes darken at the challenge. "Just almost? We're going to have to fix that."

Before I can say anything else, he pulls me tightly against him as he rolls onto his back. Then, without any warning, he flips us over so that I'm straddling him.

"What are you doing?" I ask breathlessly.

He smirks up at me. "Letting you steer the ship."

I shake my head. "You're crazy," I murmur before leaning down to press my lips against his neck. His stubble scratches my cheek as I move lower, kissing along his collarbone before trailing my tongue across his chest. I glance up at him, reveling in the need in his expression. I continue exploring every inch of exposed skin, tracing every line and curve of muscle with my fingertips, unable to get enough.

He palms my asscheeks, massaging them as he coaxes me into position. My Owen is anxious to be inside me, and even though I'm still buzzing from the last orgasm, I feel the same.

"In a hurry?" I tease as he guides me over his cock, pressing the tip against my slit.

"You had your turn already. Now I want mine."

Deciding that I've tortured him enough, I rise and position myself over his cock. Owen is rock hard, and when I sink down on his length, his hands grip my hips tightly. We both exhale shakily as our bodies merge together, and he buries his face against my neck, grunting softly.

He lifts his head, kissing me passionately, swallowing every whimper and gasp. When we break apart for air, his eyes are full of lust and desire, but also something else. Something deeper and far more meaningful.

I lean forward and rest my forehead against his. "Don't overthink this," I whisper, cupping his cheek. "We're exactly where we belong."

His voice is husky and strained. "Lena, I'm going to ruin you for any other man."

And then he thrusts upwards, filling me completely.

My eyes shut as I adjust to him inside me, stretching me deliciously. "You already have," I murmur before kissing him deeply.

Our bodies move together perfectly—just like they did in the attic the first time. Only now there's no hesitation or guilt between us, just pure, unadulterated desire.

"Fuck, Lena," Owen groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly as he kisses along my neck and shoulder. "You feel so goddamn good."

I bite my lower lip to hold back a moan, grinding down on him harder as pleasure courses through my veins. Everything about this moment is perfect—the sound of our ragged breathing, the heat radiating between us. It's almost too much to handle. I'll savor the memory for the rest of my life.

Sitting up fully, I lean back, bracing my hands on the mattress behind me so I can ride him in earnest, working my body so he can see every inch of him sliding in and out of my pussy. His eyes are hooded with lust as he watches me take control, his grip on my hips tightening.

I smirk at him, moving faster, loving how crazy I'm driving him. "Do you think anyone else has ever made you feel like this?"

He shakes his head, pulling me closer. "No one else even comes close, baby."

Ever the gentleman, Owen reaches up to put his thumb over my clit, providing just the right amount of pressure as I fuck him. The addition of the sharp pleasure from his thumb combined with the deep, earth-shaking feeling of his filling me up has me reeling, and it's all I can do to keep in control of my body and not let him just take over. I want to make him feel good. I want to make him addicted.

As I get closer, each time Owen hits home, driving me higher and higher, I can't keep up the slow pace. I come forward against him, hands braced on his chest, legs doing all the work for me as I fuck him hard and fast. He keeps rubbing my clit, watching me with fire in his eyes, sweat starting to glisten on his skin.

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