The good sense I know I used to possess had walked clean off the reservation of my mind, leaving the door unlocked for my shameless craving. I spun, putting my back to his chest before I eased down and allowed my ass to kiss the piece of hard wood waiting for me.
The material of our clothes couldn’t contain the overwhelming depth of him. He was huge, bigger than I even imagined he would be.
I sank my ass deeper into his lap, grinding and making him shudder against me as his hand clamped around my waist, joining my waving movements.
“Unless you want me to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here and now, you need to stop,” he warned between gritted teeth.
In no time, I was sopping wet, and he hadn’t even removed a stitch of my clothing. I needed and wanted more, despite his warning.
Reaching back, I slid my hand around his neck, gripping it to pull him closer, wanting his lips on the blazing skin of my neck. I positioned my fingers so that they slid between the contours of his free hand before I interlocked our fingers.
I continued my slow rotation that caused enough friction to scrape the edges of my ravenous desire. More, my body demanded. Since I had already tipped over the line we weren’t supposed to cross, I did what any woman in my position would do, when she couldn’t have full-on sex, but needed the man she was with more than she needed anything else in her life. I shoved my ass into his pole and positioned myself so that my legs were draped over his muscled thighs.
His soft, warm lips cupped my neck and sent heated shivers up and down my spine. Unhooking my hand from his neck, I reached down and took the hand he had at my waist and lifted it to my chest before urging him to squeeze his palm around my needy tit.
My nipples were puckered so tight they produced a peppery ached like a dash of cayenne pepper had been sprinkled on them. He squeezed and massaged me so splendidly hard that he satisfied the ache that resided there. When he pinched my tight nipple, I gasped, releasing some of the lust build up.
Help me.I wanted my fiancé’s brother, and I was acting on impulses that I was supposed to ignore.
What would Arjen do if he saw us right now?