Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (The Sweet Twins Collection)

Chapter Twenty Four

Christopher

Hannah’s words make my cock stiffen in my shorts. “Any part of you, huh?” I mumble to her, my mouth against hers, my words becoming her breath and her breath becoming mine.

“Any part,” she says again as I lower her onto her back on the couch, lying down on top of her.

A smile crosses my face as I remember that the last time I took her, I was on a couch as well.

Although it started on a chair. There’s something so sexy and youthful about wanting someone so badly that you need to take her wherever you happen to be.

“What are you smiling at?” she asks, her voice betraying something self-conscious in her.

“Oh, nothing. Just that I’m always on a couch with you.”

She laughs a shrieking, girlish laugh as she wraps her legs around me. “I’m going to keep you on this couch forever.”

“Please do. I never want to leave this couch as long as you’re here.”

I peer into her eyes, see the vulnerability there, and lean down to kiss her cheeks, her lips, and then I kiss her neck and move down all the way to her sternum, pulling her shirt down a little to kiss her chest.

“All you have to do is tell me to stay.”

She moans as my lips brush against her skin. I kiss every freckle on her chest, wanting to kiss her nipples the same way. I lift her shirt and kiss her tight, pale stomach.

“Stay,” I murmur, lifting her to pull her shirt off.

I pull the cups of her bra off her breasts, exposing her small pink nipples to me. I take one nipple in my mouth and lick it in circles, feeling it harden around my tongue.

“Stay and let me take you. Let me take you and take you and take you until you can’t think straight. Please.”

She cradles my head in her hands, wrapping my dark curls in her fingers, moans escaping slowly like steam from a pot.

“Does that feel good?” I whisper, watching her eyes as I suckle on her nipple. I watch her eyes widen, the green saucers growing with the pleasure, her pupils dilating.

“Mmmhm,” she whispers back, unable to form words.

I move my mouth to her other breast and suck on that nipple instead. I use my fingers on one nipple, flicking it and pinching it lightly until she arches her back into it, while I suckle the other, overcome by lust.

I look up and see her eyes glaze over as she’s thoroughly lost to pleasure.

“Oh, Chris, that feels so good. Never stop.”

“If I never stop, I can’t do other things to you,” I tell her, working a hand up her skirt. I rub the outside of the crotch of her underwear. She’s already soaked through the fabric of it. “Don’t you want me to do other things to you?”

“Yes, please. Oh, yes.”

“So you want me to stop sucking your nipple?” I ask, my mouth still around it, my tongue still swirling. I use my fingers to play against her slit, pushing the underwear between her flaps.

“No,” she breathes. “I want you to do it all.”

I chuckle a little, the honesty of it. I wish I had four hands and two tongues, so I could do everythingng to her all at once. I want to see her twist in the agony of pleasure. I want her to feel so much that she can’t think, can only be.

“Oh, I want that, too,” I tell her, rubbing her swollen clit through her underwear.

She bucks at my touch. Her hips lift and lower as she forces my finger harder against her clitoris. “Please,” she mumbles.

I lift my head off her nipple and look at her face to see that her eyes are rolled back, her head tipped back, her mouth open. She breathes heavily, her chest flushed pink. “Did you say please?” I ask her.

“Yes, please, please, please.” Her voice is quiet, tight, begging.

I remove my hands from her skirt and lift up to hold her face in my hands and kiss her on her open mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” I murmur and slide both my hands back up her skirt to slide her out of her underwear.

She shrieks with excitement, kicking her legs, and I laugh as I pull her them all the way down and off her feet, throwing them to the side.

I push her skirt up and lap at her slit gently, tasting all the juice that soaked through her underwear.

“How about that? Does that feel good?” I ask her, rubbing my lips across her clit.

She doesn’t answer, completely wrapped up in it, her legs flapping open.

I suck on her clit gently, the tip of my tongue lapping at it. My lips circle her clit and my fingers massage her labia. I plunge my tongue inside of her, searching her vagina for the part that makes her squirm.

My face is pressed against her, her juices rubbing off onto my cheeks and beard, chafing me.

She pushes her hips into me then wraps her hands in my hair, pressing my face deeper against her. She grinds against my mouth, taking full advantage of me, and I let her, smiling greedily, holding her ass cheeks in my hands so that I can pull her into me. I throw her legs over my shoulders and lick my tongue down her slit all the way down her crack. She squirms, unsure of it, and I pull away as I realize she isn’t ready yet for something so adventurous.

“Chris,” she whispers.

“Mhm?” I ask, my mouth sopping wet and still going, my jaw stiff.

“Please take me. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Say please again,” I tell her, looking up at her round face as I trace my tongue in circles on her clit.

“Please,” she begs, her eyes wide and her mouth open, her need evident on her face.

I slide her skirt down her legs and throw it to the side. I pull my shorts off and lie back down on her, pressing my erection against her thigh as I kiss her lips, savoring in the gentle moment.

“Please,” she whines, humping against my leg, wrapping her legs around me. I can feel her wetness on my thigh, in my pubic hair, and I don’t think I can deny her any longer.

I part her legs and lean sitting up so that I can press the head of my cock against her opening, feeling it start to suck me inside her already. I press into her gently, letting her warm tunnel envelop me before pulling back out with a delicious, wet plop.

She lets out a delicate moan, a murmur almost, a whisper and a sigh all at once, and pushes on my back, trying to pull me back into her.

I press my palm against her stomach and hold her back.

“Be still. Take it in. You said I could have you anyway I want.”

Her eyes widen as she quiets, her body sinking deeper into the couch.

I once again slide the tip of my cock into her, this time a little deeper, feeling the wet, tight warmth of her hole tightening around my shaft.

She sighs in delight, her hands relaxing against my back, my skin electric where she touches me. As soon as I feel her revel in the pleasure, I pull back out of her in one motion.

Her gasp is the gasp heard round the world. She whines, “Please, Chris, don’t.”

“Don’t? Are you telling me what to do?” I growl, my hands pinning her hips down, keeping her where I want her.

“No,” she whispers, and I plunge my cock all the way inside her until my pelvis is against hers. Her back shoots into an arc and she screams, “Oh, God, yes, please, please fuck me.”

I want so badly to thrust in and out of her, to feel her tight against me, wrapping around me, to feel her walls stretching around me, her virgin pussy widening for my thick cock, but instead, I move slowly, so slowly that it physically pains me.

I want all of me inside her, but I decide to tease her, tantalize her.

“Like this?” I ask her, looking down at her face, her lips open, her tongue braced against her teeth, her eyes wide and rolling around.

“Harder. Faster. Give it to me.”

“When will you learn, little girl?” I chide, moving my hips excruciatingly slow, the length of me lighting up as I enter inch-by-inch.

“I’m sorry, Chris, please give it to me.”

“There you go.” I plunge all the way inside her and lie down on top of her. My cock is on fire with desire as I thrust hard. Her head smashes against the arm of the chair as I do, and she doesn’t fight it, her screams telling me she’s loving it.

“Oh, yes, Chris. Right there.”

I can feel that it’s right there. I can feel her muscles clenching as I hit her G Spot, the little bean deep inside her pussy pressing against the tip of my penis.

I continue to rub against it, keeping the entire length of my shaft inside her, the base of my cock against her pelvis, moving my hips while inside her until our bodies feel like one.

She lets out a moan that tells me she’s close, so I move my fingers up to one of her nipples and play with it at the same time. Her breathing shallows more and more, her chest lifting, her breasts flushed, as I continue, until I feel her clenching quicken, her muscles spasming so strong that I feel myself being squeezed.

“Hannah, I’m going to cum,” I warn her.

As I do, an orgasm waves through her, the clenching moving to an obvious orgasmic rhythm.

Her breathing relaxes, her heart pounding with the effort.

I kiss her face all over before I collapse on top of her.

“Chris, that was so good,” she whispers after a while, her arms wrapping around my sweaty back, our sweat sticking our bodies together.

“You really have nothing to compare it to,” I point out.

“Well, I was being nice. Take the compliment.”

We laugh a little before fading away into a nap.