Page 11 of Falling For My Best Friend's Brother

But my cock swelled, and I knew I needed more. I reached behind her back and untied the strings holding her bikini on. It was easy work. The top fell off and into the water and I pulled back, eager to take in the sight.

“I love your chest,” I admitted.

Emma laughed. “I love that you love them.”

I palmed them and kissed her again, then moved lower until I took each nipple in my mouth, one then the other.

“Mmm,” Emma moaned, her hands fisting my hair.

She grinded against me and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Let’s get inside,” I panted. “Krista might see, and I want you in my bed.”

Emma nodded and we both carefully climbed out. I helped her wrap the towel around her shoulders, forgetting my own, and ushered her inside. I took her to the first floor master bedroom. It was my room of choice, most of the time I didn’t even go upstairs when I visited the condo, but it was also on the opposite end of the house as Krista’s room. She wouldn’t even hear us.

“Here,” Emma said, spreading the towels out on the bed like I cared if we got it wet.

I walked slowly toward her and then very purposefully untied the strings of her bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the floor. The sight of her naked drove me wild.

I stepped out of my swim trunks and kicked them aside as Emma climbed onto the bed. She rested on her elbows her legs parted. I positioned myself between her legs, then turned for the nightstand to grab a condom when Emma stroked me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. Her hand was small, but so soft, her touch sure.

“I knew you’d be big,” Emma said. “But not this big.”

Her words made me harder, and I couldn’t wait longer. I pulled out a condom, I had plenty around the place, and rolled it on.

“Can you handle it?” I asked.

She took a deep breath as if she was really thinking about it. “Yes. I can—I want to—I just know if you don’t get inside me now, I’m going to die.”

“I know, Emma.”

She was so beautiful and smart. She made me laugh and got me like no one else. Not even Krista. She was always there for me until the day I fucked everything up. And now, here she was in my bed. I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted to have this—her— always.

And that was a lot to feel, to think after so much time apart.

I kissed her, overwhelmed with feelings I’d spent years trying to get rid of. Emma kissed me back, her legs still spread, the tip of my cock pressing against her entrance, her hands on my stomach.

It was almost too much, to be with this woman who I thought was perfection personified. She made me rethink everything about settling down, getting married, and having kids. I was just about to tell what I was thinking or how I was feeling when Emma stopped me.

“Wait, wait,” Emma pleaded.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Am I hurting you?” I tried to sit up and move away but Emma held my hips firmly in place.

“No, nothing like that. I—uh—this is just sex, okay? We’ll fuck this one time because we’re both horny and we’re here and I ruined your night and…What I’m saying is, we’ll have sex this one time and that’ll be it. No big deal.”

“I don’t want a pity fuck, Emma. Don’t do this because Bella fucking left.”Had I misread the whole situation?

“No.” I tried to move away but she held me in place more firmly. “No, Kyle. That’s not what this is at all. I’m just saying I know we’re both really, really turned on right now and I’m not expecting anything from you after this. We can have sex and satisfy our needs and be adults about this, right?”

I didn’t know how we found ourselves in the same position but feeling completely different ways. I was half relived, half disappointed. I was mere seconds away from telling this woman I wanted to marry her, and here she was thinking she’d hit and quit it.

When did our roles reverse?

The rational part of me knew I should’ve been thankful to her for saying that she let me off the hook. But for the first time in my life, I wanted to be on the hook.

“Right,” I agreed. Emma had a kid. She didn’t have time for games and some guy who wasn’t sure if he wanted to be a dad or a husband. “This is clearly just sex, Emma. Relax. Just let me take care of you.”. She didn’t need that and neither did I. “Just sex. Just this once.”

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