Free Stepbrother: Moving In/Moving Out by Tabatha Kiss

you were in this room, in this bed, and I couldn’t touch you.”
    I moan as he kisses along my collar bone. “Touch me now,” I say.
    “Oh, Mina…” He leans in closer. “You don’t even have to ask.” His fingers latch onto my night gown and he pulls it up and over my head. It falls to the floor. He pauses for a moment and stares down at my naked body.
    “What?” I ask.
    “I’ll never get tired of this view…” he says. His hands caress my skin, traveling my curves and fondling my breasts. His touch ignites my desires, toying with me and I become moist for him. He tugs at my panties. “I’ll never get over how good you taste.” He pulls them from my body and hoists my legs over his shoulders.
    “Seth…” I whisper. Before I can saying anything else, he has my clit between his teeth. My back arches off the bed and my passions churn for him. My fingers grip his hair and pull him in even more. “Oh, my—!” His tongue flicks quickly across the swollen bud, lapping at me like a ravenous animal. I can’t keep up with him. I want him to slow down, but I don’t want the pleasure to stop. I let him continue on until he slips a finger inside of me.
    “I want to feel you come,” he purrs. Seth looks up at me with wet lips. His finger massages my insides, pulling me in every direction he wants. His head moves quickly back and forth, mirroring the efforts of his tongue.
    I’m on the edge. My fingers are tangled in his hair. He grinds against me, an intense finger fucking that wrecks me in every way. I feel his hot breath skirt across my sensitive tissues. “I’m so close…” I moan.
    “Tell me what you want.” His voice vibrates my clit.
    “I want to feel you in me—” The words fall off my lips.
    “Now?”
    “Now!”
    He sits upright and hops off the bed. As he forces his pants to the floor, his stiff manhood stands on end. I reach over and grasp it with my fingers and pull him closer to me. The memory of his taste has left my mouth watering for weeks.
    He breathes heavily as he watches me suck on his firm tip, teasing it with my teeth and tongue. His juices have pooled on the tip and I clean him off with a few wet licks.
    “Lie back,” he tells me. He reaches into my bedside drawer and pulls out a condom. I lay back onto the bed and spread my legs. I think to touch myself, to coax myself closer to orgasm, but one gentle touch of my fingers and my body rejects it. I’m so close, I’m teetering on the edge. I know I’ll come the second he slides inside of me. I wait with eager anticipation as he slides the rubber on his firm phallus.
    He kisses me first and angles his hips so his tip presses against my entrance. I squirm beneath him, tired of waiting.
    “Please, Seth…” I moan
    “Say it again,” he teases.
    “I love you.” My lips press against his.
    “Again.”
    “I love you,” I repeat.
    He puts me out of my sexual misery and slides himself inside. My body reacts instantaneously. My toes curl. My back arches. My sex crashes against the waves. He allows me my orgasm and I moan loudly into his ear as he pumps me against the mattress.
    “Harder!” I cry.
    He adjusts his position and takes me with firmer thrusts.
    “Don’t stop, Seth!” It feels like heaven. His thick crown pushes and pulls my insides.
    He finds his rhythm, rocking me with hard, smooth strokes. “You’re so perfect, Mina.” His fingers entwine with mine. “I want you forever.”
    My body readies for another climax. “Fuck me…” I breathe. I focus my strength on my inner muscles. I squeeze his cock from the inside and feel the sweet painful release around him. The tension breaks through me. I can’t stop trembling, nor would I ever want to. He thrusts me faster and I let the orgasm take over me.
    “Mina!” he cries with a solid grunt. His body shakes and he calls my name over and over as he comes with me. His hips continue to pump me until he can’t take the pain anymore and he settles onto the bed