Elizabeth Finn - Brother’s Keeper

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“Shall I tell you how it would feel to make love to me? Perhaps that would appease your need?” He has the most amazing seductive voice.

He doesn’t wait for my response before trailing his lips down the side of my neck, never taking his eyes off mine in the mirror. His voice is aroused and throaty. “The first thrust would be severe, but you’d welcome it greedily. In fact, you’d instantly want more.”

He continues to taunt me with his tongue around the nape of my neck, never losing sight of my eyes. “I wouldn’t make you wait more than a moment before I thrust inside you again. You’re wetness for me would let me go deeper, and with each thrust your body would accept more and more of me, until you’d taken every last inch deep inside you.”

He’s now on the other side of my neck, eyes searing holes in my brain. The head of his hard, thick cock is brushing my lower back, taunting me further. I want to turn and grab him and make him fuck me, just like he’s describing, but the seduction is just too pleasurable. “The pain would be extreme but equally gripping. Your body would rise to meet mine every time I drove into you, and before long you’d be thrusting your body against mine as much I was thrusting into yours. Your hunger for release would start to overshadow your pain, and as your clit starts to swell with need you’d beg me to fuck you harder … and I would.”

I’m now panting and my legs feel like rubber. I can’t take my eyes off his, and with every brush of his warm breath on my neck and ear, my desire reaches a new height. I want to feel his hands all over my electrified body, and I don’t think I can take much more of his torture. “I’d pound you until I was certain I must be hurting you, but the look in your eyes would tell me it was exactly what you needed.”

The fingers of his hand are now trailing down my back and sending shock waves up my spine everywhere they touch. “Your pussy would tighten around me like a vice, and when you finally came it would be harder than my tongue or fingers could ever make you come.”

His fingers are now sliding between the cheeks of my bottom. “Your body would spasm as my thrusting continued through your orgasm. I wouldn’t waste time after you’d finished to let go of myself.”

He’s now moved himself directly behind me and uses his other hand to gently but firmly lean me over the counter. My cheeks open to his still lingering fingers, and he makes no move to pull them away. He finally finishes his seduction. “And as I finally reach my peak, I’d come deep in your tight pussy and finally claim your body for myself.”

At that, he brushes his finger over my exposed anus as a shudder washes over my body. He watches me closely as I gasp for breath. He studies my eyes for what seems an impossibly long time before leaning over me and whispering in my ear. “I want you to let me taste your ass while you make yourself come.”

I gasp again, suddenly terrified and electrified at the same time. My self-consciousness is screaming at me to run, but my body, so starved for his attention, is locking me in place, wanting nothing more than to give him every part of me. He doesn’t wait for my response before he slips his hand between my thighs and pushes them further apart. He instructs me to bend over further to the counter so I’m bent at a nearly ninety-degree angle at the waist. He then kneels behind me. I’m mortified and can’t believe that I’m so exposed to him in this way. He starts stroking my anus again, relaxing the tightness I feel there. But before I’m able to fully relax myself to this sensation, I’m struck when his mouth touches the gathered skin. His mouth is warm and gentle as he kisses and licks the most vulnerable part of my body. He stops only long enough to demand I make myself come. He reaches up and guides my hand down to my waiting sex, where I start to rub my swollen clit.

He starts exploring me with his tongue, pushing past the rim of my hole. He shows no sign of hesitancy, and my arousal starts to build at his obvious satisfaction. When he urges me to push my finger into my wet, waiting pussy, I don’t hesitate a second. His mouth is suddenly off of me as he takes in the view of my finger sliding in and out of my hot entry. The pressure of his mouth is replaced by his finger as he gently but forcefully presses his finger into my bottom. This new sensation causes my muscles to tense and sends a sharp wave of pain through me until my muscles relax again. Once my body loosens to this new invasion, he starts to finger my bottom slowly as I keep fingering my other entry. I can feel his finger passing over mine through the thin wall of my vagina as he continues his gentle thrusting. His breathing has quickened, and it doesn’t take long for me to reach my climax. As I come, he removes his finger and returns to kissing and licking my puckered hole gently.

As my legs start to buckle, he stands swiftly and turns me into his arms. He kisses me fiercely and forcefully, taking over my mouth with his tongue. His hard erection is trapped between our bodies, and I desperately want to relieve him of his need. Apparently, he’s thinking the same thing as he whispers in my ear, “Let me fuck your beautiful mouth.”

He hardly waits for an answer before pulling me to the doorway of the bathroom and backing me up against the inside of the door frame. I barely have time to wonder about his odd choice of location before he continues his assault on my mouth. I reach down to touch his engorged penis, and my lightest touch causes him to pull back and concentrate on my hand. As my hand starts to stroke up and down on his shaft, his breathing begins to hitch, and the muscles in his stomach start to quiver and contract. He finally grabs both of my wrists and pulls them swiftly up above my head and holds them to the frame of the door.

He orders me down to my knees, keeping my hands pinned to the door frame above my head. “Put your rear up against the door jamb.”

I scoot back into position, my calves straddling either side of the doorway. As I look up at him in anticipation, he runs the fingers of his free hand through my hair before gently pinning my head back against the door frame as well. I suddenly understand the odd location. He’s got me on my knees, against the door frame with my calves straddling the door and my head braced against the frame as well—perfect height for his cock in my mouth and nowhere for my mouth to move except open to accept however much of him he chooses to give me.

I’m suddenly nervous as my head and upper body are locked in place. He senses my fear and his face softens. “Don’t worry. I won’t go too far. If you start to feel like it’s too much, just pinch my hand with your fingers.” He gives me his reassuring, gentle smile. “Now, open your mouth.” I obey slowly while looking up at him. His eyes bore holes into my brain as he begins pushing his hips forward, entering my mouth and stretching my lips taught. Just as he assured me, he only pushes his length partially into my mouth, and I start to relax. He pulls out and plunges back in, again taking care not to push too far—still, he is filling my mouth and stretching my lips to their limit. My mouth starts to fill with saliva as he continues his thrusting.

Watching him from my vantage point is erotic and intimidating at the same time. I feel owned by him in the very best sense of the word—cherished. He continues his thrusting, never once taking his eyes from mine. This must be how he moves his body when he makes love, and I relish the idea of this invasion being directed toward other entries to my body. His pace quickens, and my ability to withstand the force and building saliva in my mouth starts to waiver. While his thrusting remains controlled, the power behind it is insistent and unforgiving. As his breathing becomes more ragged and desperate, I watch him and expectantly wait and hope for the taste of his release. My fear starts to build as my mouth becomes over-full with my gagging saliva. And when I think I’ve finally hit my limit, he comes—finally filling my mouth, his cum mixing with the saliva. I gulp him deeply and desperately, inhaling through my nose and relieving the claustrophobic fullness of my mouth. He releases my hands and my head, bracing himself against the door jamb as he finishes emptying himself, as I taste his uniqueness on my tongue. I grasp the backs of his thighs and pull him further to me as his shudders subside. I peer up at him as I continue to gently suck and lick around the head of penis. His eyes are closed and his breathing heavy as he leans in to the door frame. His face looks exhausted. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles warmly down at me as I finally release his cock from my mouth. He gives a slight chuckle at my mild smirk up at him. And there’s his warm smile again.

Reaching a hand down to me, he pulls me up to my feet and into a tight embrace, burying his face in my neck. He holds me there for what seems a most enjoyable eternity before finally lifting me into his arms and carrying me back to his waiting bed. He climbs in after me and pulls my body up against his, leaving not an ounce of space between us. He falls quickly asleep, and soon after, I drift off, too—satisfied and complete.

The next evening, I leave work early so I can pack for the lake house and be on the road by five o’clock. It’s a lie… Truth: I leave work early so I can get home in just enough time to play with Rowan’s body in the shower before she has to go to work. Packing, on the other hand, ends up being a last-minute side note that takes about thirty seconds. I end up forgetting underwear but bringing five pairs of socks. Once at the lake house, I’m more productive than I’ve ever been. It’s the very best way to deal with missing Rowan.