Page 7 of Loving My Brother's Best Friend

"Yes," she breathes, arching against my touch.

I run my thumb over one nipple, and she cries out. "Ah, Ethan..."

I lower my mouth and kiss her neck. She pants, her fingers tangling in my hair and tugging gently. Fuck. She's perfect, every damn inch of her. I slide a hand into the waistband of her underwear, feeling how hot and slick she is for me while I undo her bra with my other hand.

It takes me less than ten seconds to rid her of the rest of her clothes. My lips follow the trail left by my fingers, kissing the soft curve of her belly. Her hands tighten in my hair, and she gasps as my fingers trail between her thighs, gently circling the spot that's going to make her fall apart.

"Oh, fuck. Ethan..." She gasps when my lips slide lower and lower, kissing the sensitive spot right below her belly button. She spreads her thighs wider to make room for my head.

"I need to taste you," I tell her. "Can I, Natalie? Please."

Her voice is shaky as she whispers, "Yes."

I push her thighs open wide and look up at her body and her pussy, swollen with arousal. Her breasts rise and fall as her breathing comes hard, and when my lips close over her clit she lets out a sweet whimper that makes me want to ruin her, make her beg, and then make her scream.

She cries out my name, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment, as her thighs tense. Her hands slide over my hair, nails grazing over my scalp, making me shiver, goosebumps rising. She's perfect like this, head thrown back and completely mine. I never thought I would see her like this.

"Natalie, Natalie, look at me."

Her green eyes are dark with pleasure as she throws her glasses aside, but they lock onto mine as I swirl my tongue. I let two fingers tease her entrance, making her even wetter, making her push towards me. When she whispers, "Ethan," my cock jerks hard, achingly hard, but it can wait. She's too good for me not to take my time.

I alternate lightly licking and then sucking hard at her clit, and when I fully slip my fingers into her, I curl them up, finding the place that makes her whole body shudder. My mouth and fingers work her harder, bringing her closer and closer until she comes hard and shatters in my arms, her fingers clutching my shoulders until I can feel the half-moon indentations of her fingernails. I love her like this—wild, out of control. I could worship her forever.

As her breathing evens, she tugs me up to her, kissing me. I can't help the growl that slips out. It makes her giggle, the sound going straight to my dick, and she wraps her arms around my neck. Her face is flushed, eyes still a little dazed.

"You okay?" I murmur against her cheek.

She laughs softly. "You make me feel like jelly."

"I take it that's a good thing?" I tease, pressing kisses up her jaw, making my way back to her mouth. She tastes so fucking sweet. I'll never get enough of her.

"Oh yes. Very much so," she murmurs, then reaches down, lightly palming my hard cock. "Can I help you with this?"

I can't help my hiss of pleasure at the contact. "Only if you want to, baby. You just made me a very happy man."

She's already kissing her way down my neck. "Let's just see if I can make you even happier."

Natalie and I work together to get me just as naked as she is, and she wraps her legs loosely around my hips, using them to pull me even closer as she takes my cock in one of her perfectly manicured hands. She starts out stroking slowly, kissing my neck and chest as she does so.

"Mmmm..." She bites my collarbone as she works my cock.

"Damn, that's good."

I tilt her face up and kiss her slowly, sliding my hand back down to her perfect breasts to tease her nipples, but I let her control the pace for now. She's clearly got an idea of what she wants, and I want to see how this plays out. I'll happily go with whatever she wants.

It seems like she's in no hurry as she releases me to slip her fingers between her thighs, spreading herself. It's a view that will haunt my fantasies for years. Her hips shift, and I can see the way she's playing with her clit, can feel her pussy brush against my thigh, wet and so soft, as she touches herself. I bite back a groan, not sure where to look—where she's touching me, or where she's touching herself.

"Like what you see?" she asks, a sultry smile on her face.

"More than like," I say, my voice thick with desire. "Natalie, you're killing me."

Her breath catches, her body tensing a little as she rocks against her fingers, her free hand moving to my shoulder for balance. "I think you'll survive," she pants, "because if you die, you won’t be able to fuck me in the next thirty seconds like I need you to."

Oh, fuck me. "Don't have to tell me twice."

She gasps when I slide my hand behind her and grab a handful of her gorgeous ass, scooting her until she's at the very edge of the table. With my other hand, I guide her to stroke my cock with a little more urgency, then shift, guiding the tip against her wet, needy opening. I ease into her in one smooth thrust, my upper legs shaking with the effort of controlling myself. I want to slam into her, to fuck her hard, but now is not the time.

"Yes, Ethan. Oh, fuck!"

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