Page 14 of Kissing My Brother's Best Friend

I can’t hold back the smile spreading across my face. “It’s not a dream.”

He reaches his hand out for me. “Come over here then.”

“We shouldn’t.” I glance over my shoulder to the guest room with a sleeping Denny inside.

“I think we’ve waited long enough. Get over here.”

ALEC

There are no words to describe Devrie’s beauty as she stands in the moonlight. She’s wearing one of my shirts and the hem barely touches the tops of her shapely thighs. The siren call of her body to mine is nearly all-consuming. I’ve been lying here wondering if I should sneak into my room, my bed, and do to her what my body’s been aching for since she walked back into my life.

“I think we’ve waited long enough. Get over here,” I whisper to her.

She runs lightly across the wood floor to me and takes my hand as I pull her onto my lap, and I capture her lips. I need her so badly.

Tension dissolves from every muscle inside her and I pull back. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head. “I just thought with Denny being here that you were going to go cold on me again.”

My heart hurts at how unsure of my feelings I’ve made her. “Oh babe, that won’t happen again. I promise.”

I kiss her soft and slow, wanting her to understand how much I cherish her, but the kiss deepens quickly with her sitting on my lap and the slow grind of hips over my cock.

Wasting no time, I lift my shirt off her, and I pull it over her head. My gaze moves over every dip and curve of her soft body. Her lace panties are the only thing keeping me from those pretty pink lips, but I’m mesmerized.

“I love you in only my shirts, but I much prefer seeing you like this.” My fingers move down her body and over the lace fabric. “I’ve got to say these panties are really doing it for me.”

“Oh yeah?” she asks, grinding against me as she circles her hips.

I lean forward to suck in one rosy nipple and then the other. Making sure they’re both wet and glistening for me as I blow softly over them. The pebbled peaks perk up immediately.

She gives me the softest, sweetest moan, forgetting for a moment that we have to be quiet. But Denny’s deep snores let me know that he isn’t going to walk out here on us any time soon.

I lean back and watch as the city lights play over her smooth skin, and I get a clear sight of her, and my dick hardens to full mast within moments. The head is already weeping to be inside her wet channel. She reaches down and removes my dick from my boxer briefs, rubbing her pussy up and down the hard length. The thin material of her lace panties between us has me experiencing her heat and how drenched she is.My hands explore every inch of her. I hiss as she continues to rotate her hips against me.

Devrie bites down on her bottom lip and rides against me, throwing her head back. The long blonde strands tickle the top of my legs. I grip her hips tight but let her find her rhythm as I lift my hips to match hers. I love the sight of her in front of me, but I need to be inside her.

Loving her takes my breath away because that’s what I feel. I’ve always loved her, but not in the way I think she wanted me to love her. But what I feel has morphed since she came back into my life. Devrie needed time to grow and experience life. But I can’t hold in what I’m feeling anymore. I need all of her. It’s always going to be her for me.

I grab her ass and lift her. She squeaks with excitement as I lay her down on her back on the couch and strip off her panties.

I smirk and whisper, “These are for me.”

I focus solely on every breathtaking feature on her face as I lower my boxers as far as possible. Her eyes widen, and she sucks in a breath, doing amazing things to those perfect full breasts of hers.

Leaning down, positioning myself over her body. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her heels push at my ass.

I kiss her deeply and ensure with my fingers that she’s ready for me.

“Please don’t stop.” She breathes out.

“Are you ready for me?”

Devrie bites her bottom lip and nods. Her hand moves between us and strokes me up and down a few times. My cock jumps in her hand at the sensation. She squeezes me tight as she guides me to her entrance.

The pleasure from the friction of our bodies moving together is instant when I push inside her tight, warm body. I want more, pushing in deeper with each stroke.

Our gazes meet, and I want to remember everything about this moment forever. My parted lips are only centimeters away from hers. We breathe each other in as the rhythm of my hips increases.

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