Free Foster Brother's Arms by Penny Blake

and soon I felt Blaze put his hand over mine, guiding it to his side of the bed.  And that’s when I felt it.
    Impossibly long and hard, smoother than silk.  Slightly furred at the base, and so thick my fingers couldn’t reach all the way around it.  I slowly glided my hand upward and carefully felt the smooth ridge around its head, the slightest bit of slick moisture at the very top.
    “Can I see it?” I whispered, surprised by the husky quality of my own voice.
    “Okay,” he said in a husky whisper of his own.  Then he slowly lowered the blankets.  The lights were out, but my eyes had adjusted to the darkness.  In the moonlight from the window above the bed, I took him in.
    I stared at him for a long time, mesmerized by his tremendous length and size.  Then I slowly touched him again, marveling at the feel of silky skin over an impossibly hard rod.  His hips lifted as I stroked, and he leaned his head back on the pillow, breathing hard, as if he’d just run a mile. 
    As I stroked my hand over his flesh, I felt the heat between my own legs intensifying.  I pressed my thighs together to relieve the ache, and felt even more wetness there.  I moved my hand down to see what was happening, and suddenly Blaze was on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. 
    His lips were on mine, kissing me gently but firmly.  His tongue slipped past my lips, coaxing my own to tangle with his.
    I loved the warm weight of him on top of me, but I wanted more.
    I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his hard shaft press against my aching sex.
    He groaned and pulled away.
    “We can’t…I can’t.” he murmured against my lips.  I thought he was going to pull away, and I didn’t think I could bear it if he did, but instead he pressed his fingers down my underwear, and slowly explored my flesh. 
    I thought I would die from the exquisite pain-pleasure as his fingers glided up and down the seam of my sex, then slowly parted the lips.  His fingertip explored my opening, barely dipping inside. “You’re tight, and you’re a virgin. We can’t do anything else.”
    And then he was gone, off the bed all together.  He pulled a robe off the chair and put it on.  “I’m sorry, Jess. That was…I don’t know what just happened.  I think you should leave now.”
    I could barely think, could barely breathe.  My whole body was an aching mass of need, and what I needed was him.  Giving me more.  Taking away my hunger. 
    I couldn’t just leave.
    I reached up and pulled my nightshirt over my head, exposing my swelling breasts and the hard peaks of my nipples. I wore nothing but my white cotton panties, and his lips parted as he watched me take them off in the moonlight, baring myself to him completely.
    His fingers were on me again, inside me, working me gently. I heard a loud mewling noise and then Blaze said, “Shh,” and I realized the sound had come from me. 
    He sat on the edge of the bed with my legs parted wide before him.  He looked at me reverently in the moonlight, sliding his fingers in and out of me.  Caressing my secret passage.  Tenderly exploring my most hidden parts and making my whole body thrum with the most delicious heat.
    He lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing a slow trail down my breasts.  Then his tongue was gently stroking my nipples while his fingers continued their intimate dance below.
    I felt like time was suspended as the blissful sensations washed over me in slow, glorious waves.  The wet lapping sounds of his mouth on my nipples and his hand gliding over my hungry flesh kindled my desire brighter.
    Then the heat that had been blooming between my legs felt like it was about to explode.  There was something bright and magnificent hovering just out of reach.  And then his fingers circled me once more, and I felt myself combust, every nerve in my body bursting into pinpricks of color and light.
    I heard Blaze say, “Shh.” I realized that I’d been moaning and thrashing, and I stilled my