In Love With My Boyfriend’s Brother

He understands my indecision. I know he’s not thinking with his head up, but it wouldn’t be bad to stop being all elated when he’s around. He then says: “It doesn’t have to be anything romantic, I’m not asking for that, and it won’t be like that, I assure you. Just something physical, we won’t even remember it afterwards.” I bite my lips and somehow he takes that as a yes, because his lips are moving closer to my neck, and he is leaving long kisses that are giving me goose bumps and I close my eyes while his hands are moving up my body and his mouth is moving down my neck. He has somehow climbed my dress as I lose myself in the warm wet kisses he leaves on my neck. He moves as far away from me as possible, making me look into his eyes, his desire evident and his naughty smile still there. Furthermore, he lifts my dress and as he does so, I realize again that this is not… “Hum mm…” I let out another moan as he gets rid of my dress with one hand while the other grabs my breast, and he starts kissing me there. __You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you to moan like that for me. It’s hard to think while he’s saying these things. But I can still try. And he moves his mouth down my body, leaving lingering kisses. You’re beautiful, Sky. He is on his knees as he kisses me. He leaves lingering kisses on my waist as he squeezes me hard. Hot. I hold his hair and say: “Yan.. no…” He interrupts me: “So Sexy. …” Any drop of sanity is fading from my thoughts. “I want you so bad… Just let me have you… Just today….” He stands up and presses me once more against the wall, and I love it when I feel how hard he is. In the bedroom there isn’t much light, I think he was already getting ready for bed, and there is only one lamp on in the corner of the bed and that light just makes it harder to contain before I regret it. So, I try to do as he said, not think, just act and let myself go. That will solve this “problem” for both of us, and everything will be fine after that. But the intense and slow way he holds my waist while biting his lips, and looking at me is slowly marking me, and then I realize that it won’t be easy to forget this the way I planned it minutes ago. He then starts to press me against the wall, and slowly moves, back and forth, making me feel his body, and erection getting closer and closer to me, and this is making my breathing heavy like his. This has to be some kind of torture. Does he want me to beg for it? He is still fully dressed, while I am only in my panties and bra. He puts his hand under my bra, and when he finds my breast he squeezes gently. I moan again. Okay, that’s enough. I can only say it almost in a whisper, in between pausing to breathe: “Bed.” He smiles to hear me say this, and we go towards his bed, where he makes me lie down, comes towards me, and continues kissing my body. I am almost naked, and he is still in all his clothes. I say: “Let me take your clothes off?” He laughs next to my mouth, my favorite sexy smile. I know I sound desperate, and that’s why he laughs, but I don’t care. Then he steps back and stands on one knee, I stand up without ever taking my eyes off his, which are fixed on mine. I hold the hem of his shirt and slowly pull it off, he raises his arms and seconds later it is off his body. I hold my breath for a while because him shirtless like this, inches away from me, is even better than I imagined. Furthermore, I look at his tattoos and focus on one in particular. He follows me with his eyes the whole time. I move even closer and place my right hand on his abdomen, I want so badly to kiss his entire body, so I start kissing long and hard there, while slowly moving up his body. His breathing becomes heavy, and I look up into his face, his eyes are closed and as soon as I stop, he opens them and looks at me. He has a desire in the way he looks at me that immediately makes me need him to kiss me again. If this is only going to happen once, then it will have to be the way my mind has drawn several times. I pull him closer to me, and then turn around so that he is lying on the bed now. He doesn’t complain, but he looks surprised and amused at the same time. If I was supposed to let go of thought and guilt and just obey my body, I feel like I’m losing control of mine, because I want to do so many things with his. I stare at him for a few seconds, all this anxiety to feel him is making me so needy of him that it hurts in the middle of my legs. I place my hand on his chest, bring it down slowly and feel him hold his breath once again, when I stop at the waistband of his pants. Like wise, I open the button and unzip, then slide it off his body and throw it in some corner of the room. Well, now we are even in the amount of clothing, I would say.

I walk over to him again and put my hand through his boxer shorts. I slowly, move my hand down inside as I say: “You asked me to finish what I started that day….” He takes a deep breath and bites his lips as I finally find, just in time, what I was looking for. I start a slight motion with my hands as I say: “And well, I guess that’s how it was….” He closes his eyes, as I look back at him who says with a shy smile: “I don’t think we’ll get very far if you keep this up.” I raise my hands in the air and he stands up and walks over to me, still smiling, holding the back of my neck with one hand and kissing my neck again. And I lose myself in his mouth again and the wonderful feeling of having his erection against my body. I lose myself in thought again and try to imagine what it would be like if we were kissing on the mouth. But I guess this is his way of making sure that this is only physical. As he kisses me, I feel his hands on my back and he says: “I need you not to wear this!” He takes off my bra, as he holds my breast with his hand squeezing it just the right way I get lost in that feeling. And now having more of my skin in contact with his body, I feel even more needy of him and say: “And I need you not to be with this!” I pull his boxer down as far as I can and feel him hard in my belly. I don’t know how he gets rid of his boxer as fast as he can and I make him lie down once more. Not only, I mount on top of him and move slowly, biting back a smile. But I’m still in my panties, so he can “suffer” a little too. He holds my waist and squeezes me tightly, saying with a smile and closing his eyes: “I’m lost!” This makes me want to laugh. He reaches down and pulls my panties to the side, revealing enough of my panties with them still on my body and while I’m still moving on him, he looks at me like I’m the sexiest woman in the world and that’s enough for me not to take it anymore. I move closer to his face and while with one hand I support myself on one side, with the other I cause him to be inside me.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.