Page 90 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
I lean down and press my mouth against her pussy.
She cries out, her fingers instantly tangling in the sheets. I take my time to ensure I am thorough. I drag my tongue right up the slick center, finding her swollen clit. I suck it into my mouth, hard.
She bucks off the mattress, gasping. I hold her hips down, pinning her in place. I pay attention to every flinch, every ragged breath, mapping exactly how much pressure makes her back arch.
I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit mercilessly.
“Please,” she begs. “Asher, please.”
“Almost,” I whisper against her wet skin, lapping at her as I take her right to the edge.
When she finally breaks, I lower her onto her back as she rides out the climax, flushed and panting.
I strip off my clothes and drop them on the floor. The need to be inside her is drowning out my need for order.
I pull a foil packet from my jeans.
“You have one?” she asks, her voice breathless.
“I’ve carried it since the beta launch party,” I admit, looking her in the eye as I tear it open. “I calculated the probability of us ending up here as low. But the probability of me wanting to be here was one hundred percent.”
I roll the condom over my hard cock and move over her.
I brace myself on my forearms, looking down at her face.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, her hands sliding up my chest.
“I want to remember exactly how you look right now,” I say. “Not as an employee. Not as a problem. Just Tessa.”
I shift my hips, pressing the broad head of my cock against her pussy, finding the tight entrance.
I push in.
It takes effort. She is incredibly tight, her internal muscles stretching to take my thickness. I sink into her wet heat, burying myself to the hilt in one slow, deliberate thrust.
“Oh,” she breathes out, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, her heels locking against my lower back.
I hold still, buried deep inside her, letting her body stretch and adjust to the size of me. I can feel the rapid flutter of her pulse through the thin wall of her chest pressed against mine.
Then I begin to move.
I bury myself in her, pulling nearly all the way out before driving back in again. She matches my rhythm instantly, her nails biting into my shoulders as our hips snap together.
“Asher,” she moans, tossing her head back on the pillow. “God, Asher.”
I watch the sweat bead on her collarbone. I watch the way her lips part. It is raw, unfiltered, and completely perfect.
She stiffens beneath me, her inner muscles contracting around me as her second climax hits her.
The feeling of her unraveling around me snaps the last thread of my control.
I drive into her, hard and fast, my vision blurring as a groan tears from my throat. I finish with a groan, collapsing against her shoulder as the world finally goes quiet.
There is only her.
We lie in the dark.
The only light comes from the streetlamp outside her window.
