I dipped my finger in and out of her soaking wet hole, so tight, I felt the strong squeeze from only having one finger inside her. She sang in heated whimpers, the sweetest song that played a part in the most devilish mind-game I had encountered.
I drove my finger deeper into her, coaxing her pussy open with each shove. She started to thrust against my finger which sent her ass undulating against my dick, that was so hard, it was ready to pop. I couldn’t handle all that was coming at me: the burning passion, her sexy moans, or our explosively sexy connection.
So much pleasure and lust sped to my dick, my head grew heavy and fell against her shoulder. I was too weak with need to do anything but keep pleasuring her as I fought to keep a semblance of my sanity.
“Khane!” she yelled, alerting that she was close. So was I, but my pleasure was of no consequence. All I cared about was getting Desiree to where she wanted to go, but it appeared she was destined to take me with her.
I had gotten her wet and open enough that two of my fingers slipped into her pussy, and she rode them hard while giving my dick a good workout. She reached back again and gripped my neck, pulling me into her, riding my dick with her ass, and bucking into my fingers.
“Khane! Shit! Oh Fuck!” she yelled out before she exploded around my fingers, and I jerked against her ass. We were full-on coming, our worlds quaked by impulses that neither of us had fought hard enough to control.
For minutes, I was lost until awareness spiked my drugged senses, and I found that this was all real. This fantasy wasn’t one of my daydreams. I’d had my fingers buried so deep in her wet heat that her seductive movements had led me to come right along with her.
Desiree sat atop me, her hand up and still gripping my neck as she struggled for breaths. I slipped my fingers from her, causing her to release a low moan that I fed on. I was weak, pathetic, an addict of a different nature, but only for Desiree.
I could have prevented this from happening but realized I hadn’t done a damn thing but encourage it. As soon as berating thoughts poked at my guilt, she turned in my lap, slinging her legs across mine and her body into me.
Her arms went around me before she buried her face in the nook of my neck and shoulder. My arms automatically wrapped around her, gripping her tight as her lips caressed my neck. I was so damn weak for this woman, helpless to fight off the effect she had on me. But, I had to make an attempt for both our sakes.
“I needed that so bad,” she whispered, her warm breath kissing my cheek before she placed a few pecks to my lips. Her head landed back on my shoulder, and I held her until our breathing steadied. I needed to break this up, to ease her from my lap and put distance between us. However, for the life of me, I couldn’t let her go.
How could this be? How could we be? How was I going to explain this to my brother? He was going to kill us. Even as those disturbing thoughts beat at my mind, my grip around her tightened.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever known, and the most enticing I had encountered. She stirred my desires, so strongly, that she had left me helpless. As much as I wanted to believe this was a one-sided attraction, her actions, body, and words all said otherwise.
Last week I would have considered it an impossibility for me to have this kind of connection with anyone, so sharing it with Desiree made it that much more incredible. I never believed I was worthy of a woman’s intimate touch, her care, or the sharing of a deeper connection. Desiree had convinced me that I was deserving by showing me what I would have never believed otherwise.
A smile of contentment kissed my lips, before my eyes drifted close from the warmth of her body radiating into mine, mingling our energies. She was in my lap, yet she had found a way to turn my face into the crook of her neck, holding me as much as I was holding her. I’d never known what it was like to be held until now, until her.
The warmth, her scent, the connection. She squeezed me to her like she never wanted to let me go. Something tugged at my stomach, pulling so tight and hard that I stifled a groan. Overwhelmed and deeply enamored, I was being held in suspense by the power of her embrace.
We sat huddled together for minutes before I suggested we go into the house and get cleaned up.
How was I supposed to let her go when all I wanted to do was pull tighter? How was I supposed to look my brother in the face without showing him my guilt?