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The kiss is everything I’ve dreamed it would be soft at first, tentative, like he’s afraid I might disappear. But when I respond, when I press closer to him and thread my fingers through his dark hair, he deepens it.
wine.
This kiss is different from the one we shared five years ago. That one had been desperate, born of grief and confusion and too much
This one is deliberate, chosen, full of intention and longing that has had years to build.
His hands frame my face as he kisses me, thumbs stroking over my cheekbones as if I’m something precious, something to be cherished. I can taste the promise on his lips, the years of denied want finally given permission to exist.
When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard. His forehead rests against mine, and in his dark eyes I see all the love I’ve ever wanted, all the acceptance I’ve ever craved.
“Are you sure? Because you’re still healing.” he asks, and even now he’s thinking of my well–being first. Still putting my needs before
his own desires.
It makes me love him even more.
I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I tell him, and I mean it with every fiber of my being. “I want this. I want you.”
Letting myself get off the bed, I drag him along slowly until he’s sitting on the edge of it.
I kneel in front of him, smiling gently as he looks at me with a bewildered face, yet he doesn’t stop or say anything
I place my hands and rub along the fabric of his pants.
My hand dances towards his crotch, and I hear him let out a low grunt from his throat when my hand feels his bulging erection.
Loosening his belt, I lick my lips in anticipation. I look at his eyes as he stares at me intensely, watching me like a hawk.
I feel his hand move behind my head, caressing it lovingly. My eyes close as he plays with my hair, the sensation overwhelming me. He is so careful and delicate, as if I am a fine work of art he is admiring.
Deep under my skirt, I feel warm with desire. The back of my mind screams with doubt that this isn’t right. That I am about to take someone who is supposed to be my brother inside my mouth. But I shut the voice out immediately.
I need this. I want this. I want Tristan buried down my throat. I want him to gag me helplessly and senselessly, to not treat me like I’m something fragile.
My fingers gently trace his member. With each touch, Tristan lets out a muffled growl, like he’s trying to retain his beast so he won’t
Bert me.
But I want hurt. I need him to hurt and please me. I want him to make me shiver and beg.
Taking my hand in his, Tristan leads me to his belt buckle. It comes undone easily enough, and with astonishing speed, 1 fet den pants around his ankles. His briefs follow next.
penis is half erect, but it looks like it’s seven or eight inches in length as it springs to life.
A surprise sound escapes my mouth. He’s changed so drastically! Unlike five years ago, he’s now so… enormous.
It’s true that I have small hands, but I’m sure I could barely get my middle finger to overlap his girth.
I wonder if I could possibly take all of him in my mouth. I am supposed to get scared, but instead I’m excited, surprisingly.
As I start pumping his shaft with my hands, it pulsates with every stroke, growing bigger and bigger.
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I can’t stand it anymore; I need him to make my brother cum.
Biting my lips with nervousness, I slowly lower my head deeper between his thighs.
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he’s not her blood brother, they were raised together.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
