Page 50 of Forbidden Love

“I’ve never seen you look more beautiful.”

She laughed. “I look like a drowned rat.”

“Like I said, you’ve never been more beautiful.” I should have offered to dry her hair or pat her down, but I was too impatient. I wanted her.

There was none of the hesitation that was there during our first night together. This time, I knew I wanted all of her. I wasn’t worried about what anyone would think. It was just me and Kylie and this bed. I wanted her splayed out naked on it now. I pushed her jean shorts down, leaving her in a blush-colored bra and panty set.

She turned to place one knee on the bed, and I realized her panties were thongs. I palmed her ass, making her pause in her movement. “I could fuck you here. One leg on the floor and your knee on the bed.” It would be the perfect angle.

She smiled, and it was a little naughty. “We could.”

I cupped her sex from behind and squeezed lightly until her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned. I finally had Kylie Wilde in bed, and I wasn’t going to squander the opportunity. I wanted her in this position and every other. I hoped she let me stay the night because I had a feeling one time wouldn’t be enough, and I wouldn’t last long enough to savor it.

She braced her hands on the bed, placing both knees on the soft comforter. I lowered her panties until her plump lips were bare to me. I dropped to my knees, spreading her folds before I dove in with my tongue, licking and sucking, then using my finger. Her hips rocked in time with my thrusts. She looked so gorgeous like this.

Her skin was flushed and warm despite the water still clinging to it. I unhooked her bra, and she let the straps fall down her shoulders and onto the bed. I cupped her breast with one hand and plucked her nipple.

She was truly wild now, rocking back on my hand, little moans escaping between her lips as she begged me to make her come.

I wanted her to come on my cock the first time, though. When she was eighteen, we messed around, giving each other oral, but we never had sex. I wanted that more than anything. I wanted to establish that things were different now. We were adults, and we could have whatever we wanted. We were doing this, and there was no going back.

I moved away from her long enough to toss my shirt and push off my pants and briefs. I grabbed a condom from my wallet and pushed it over my length.

Kylie looked over her shoulder.

“You want me?” I asked her, poised at her entrance.

She tipped her hips to give me better access. “I always have.”

That was all I needed to hear before I slid inside, slowly, ever so slowly. I couldn’t believe I was with Kylie. That she was naked on the bed, offering herself up to me. It was like every teenage fantasy I had come to life.

When I pushed deep, I paused, letting her adjust to me and thinking of something else so I wouldn’t blow my load too soon.

This was Kylie Wilde. My friends’ younger sister. The woman I shouldn’t want, but the only one I did.

And when I moved inside her, it felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. She was tight and warm and welcoming, and I wanted to sink inside her forever.

She pushed back on me, urging me to fuck her harder. This was nothing like I’d imagined over the years. Somehow, it was hotter. Everything was clearer, more vivid somehow. The sunlight streamed through the windows as I rocked inside her, my fingers braced on her hips.

I never wanted it to end. Her walls tightened around me and then spasmed. I pressed my chest to her back, palming her breast as I thrust one more time, then two, and the orgasm shot through me.

When I finally came down from the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, I kissed her shoulder, pulled out, and discarded the condom in the bathroom trash. When I returned, she was under the covers, curled on her side. Was she embarrassed? Did she regret what we’d done?

I slipped under the covers behind her, pulling her against me. I kissed her shoulder. “Are we okay?”

“Mmm,” she murmured.

I loved the feel of her skin against mine. I ran a hand down her shoulder and over her hip. “I want to stay.”

She shifted in my arms and kissed my chin. “I want that too.”

“Good. Because I’m not done with you.” I didn’t think I’d ever be. I wanted her even more now than I had when we were younger.

“Me either.”

“No regrets?” I searched her face for any sign of it.

She smiled softly. “Not at all.”

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