A wife for my brother

His arms imprisoned her more, he could feel that daring cleavage pressed against his chest; feel the small movements of her body, the electricity came again, the warmth came again. If he could he would embrace her so much as to incorporate her into his own being. His hands fretted and ran down her bare back and neck, down further south until he could perceive the curve where her back ended beneath the countless layers of fabric of her dress. And that movement gifted him with a louder, more furious moan.

She abandoned his jacket to hang full length around his neck, drawing him in further, as if Daniel wasn’t already immersed in her orbit. Her hands wriggled through his hair, how she adored running her fingers through those white-splashed locks! She couldn’t stop the heat growing inside her, she had missed him so much. When her lips couldn’t reach him, she used her teeth in small, tame bites and now it was Daniel’s turn to make sounds of pleasure. The husky voice, the hands touching her, the perfume, everything about him rotated her shafts.

Her body wouldn’t stay still, it stirred in his arms as if it wanted to climb him. He tried to restrain her by taking her against the nearest wall and broke away to look at her again. That face all ecstatic, for him. And that provocative and sinful cleavage, for him. His mouth was begging to taste her skin again and he did, he didn’t hold back. He was addicted to her taste from the first time he tasted her. The neck was what he reached for first, moving down and up it again and again.

But it wasn’t enough for Deanna, she used her hands in his hair to force him further down until he reached the tender soft skin escaping the fabric. The moans grew louder as she felt him. They had always shared that overflowing passion that burned, burned them together. As he filled her skin with his kisses he began to get more and more desperate and his fingers sought to gather all that fabric hanging from her skirt.

Slowly he pulled it up, he had to touch it, he had to do it. He uncovered her leg and his hand went up her leg. Deanna’s breathing had become so labored that she was already wheezing for oxygen. He could hear her, feel the rise and fall of her chest in his face and his mind clouded. When he reached what he sought and his fingers collided with the wet effect of her passion the growl he let out was deep and hoarse. An animal. He didn’t stop, nothing was going to stop him now and he explored, stroked, touched and held all that desire with his fingers. She writhed uncontrollably how to hold back? It was impossible.

Instinctively her hips moved to the rhythm his hand imposed, the need was too great to be decent. She couldn’t remember the last time he had touched her like that, he was the last one to touch her like that. And again that rudeness, the vulgarity of his words telling him how much she liked him, how much she wanted more. Daniel saw that mouth spouting the collection of insolences at him and had no choice but to eat her, stifling her moans, absorbing them.

The two actions were too much sensation for Deanna who came undone with the power of all those nights alone. Seeing that face molded with pleasure again, neck stretched with her head back, mouth open releasing the contained air was like going back in time. He was on the verge of madness and he kept touching her.

Suddenly, when the peak had dropped, her expression was different. Far from feeling satisfied or satiated, she wanted more, all of him. He noticed her desperation and tried to soothe her by gently brushing his face against hers. But Deanna’s body was already out of control and she needed him. He reached for his crotch with his hand and when she connected with it she knew he was the same way. Daniel tried to appease her by carefully maneuvering her over the dresser. But it was worse.

The position gave Deanna the ability to wrap her legs around his waist and more freedom to find the zipper of his pants. She couldn’t pull it down, couldn’t focus. He squeezed both her hands with his.

– Wait… Wait Deanna – He gasped.

– Nooo… – And she tried to free herself.

– Wait… we have things to talk about first –

– Talk? I don’t want to talk… – He insisted again.

The continuous brush of her fingers on him was driving him crazy.

– Wait Deanna! – His voice rose a little. And she stopped to look at him confused, ego wounded.

– No… I can’t do it again with you if we don’t clear things up… I can’t do it because I won’t have any way back… I won’t be able to let you go, you won’t be able to leave me again, even if I have to lock you away… –

She smiled at him.

-I’m not going to leave… please –

She looked at him condescendingly, begging him. His last shred of sanity was about to break, but he needed to, he wanted to clear things up with her. He took a deep breath.

– Deanna… I want us to start over, but I want to do it right this time, with no obstacles in the way… I don’t care that you’ve been with Reed, I’m not interested in anything but us… Are you sure this is what you want? –

– Yes, I am… I’ve never been with Leonard… –

He looked into her eyes with that intensity of his, searching them for some shadow that would darken them, but he didn’t find it.

-I’ve never been with him or with anyone else since we parted, Daniel… I need this and I need it now…”.

Nothing he said to her would make her desist and she became obstinate again, but her confession only added more doubts to what Leonard had told him before.

-Wait –

– No!

She pushed him a little so she could sit up, annoyed.

– You can’t just touch me like that and then want to “talk”! –

– I need to know that you’re sure you want us to try again… – I

– You don’t think I’m sure?! – she said opening her arms.

Daniel was a little tenderized by her anger, she used to turn all red and he didn’t know if it was because of desire or impatience with his refusals.

– You’re making fun of me, how…! –

– That’s enough! Turn around and put your hands on the dresser… – His voice sounded firm, cadenced, slow and sent a shockwave straight to her belly.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Shit!

She bit her lip, she knew that voice and her body flooded with anticipation. She obeyed, as always. She rested her hands and looked at him in the mirror and the reflection gave her back exactly what she wanted to see: he was taking off his jacket. He loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, unfastened his belt and slowly approached her.

Leaning over her, pressing his whole body against hers, he whispered in her ear:

-I want to see your freckles… –

But the dress had so many buttons, little buttons lined in fabric, it was going to take forever to get them all off so he opted for what worked best for him and simply ripped them off. The sudden movement caused another shock wave. His hands went all over her back, he seemed to be counting all those velvety freckles to make sure none of them were missing.

He knew it made her more exasperated. He added kisses to his caresses and Deanna began to pant. But when she felt his tongue run up her spine, the world faded away. She pushed back with her hips, writhed, threw a long line of indecencies at him, begging him, begging him. And Daniel couldn’t take it anymore, he had no defenses against her.