Erotic Story: Forbidden fruit

I’m in the bathroom, trying to get myself together. We were supposed to keep our hands off each other, but my mind keeps filling with the most passionate images of us. It can’t be, we shouldn’t, it’s leading nowhere. To the outside world, we’re living like step-brother and sister, but behind the closed doors of my house, we drive each other crazy. I give myself a stern look in the mirror and then sigh deeply. “It’s over now”, I whisper to myself before leaving the bathroom and walking towards the bedroom. All my resolutions vanish the moment I see him sitting on the edge of my bed. “I don’t know what you’ve done, but I can’t get your TV to work”, he says, tapping the remote control a few times. His blond hair is still wet from the shower and a bit disheveled. His T-shirt is tight around the top of his arms and his grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. My heartbeat is somewhere in my throat and with each step I take, I forget what I’ve just agreed to. I stop right in front of him. The last thing on my mind right now is my TV. He looks at me from under his lashes and before he can say anything, I sink into his lap. His gaze is intense; neither of us mentions our agreement. We just pretend it’s not there. His fingertips gently glide over my bare thighs towards my lower back and buttocks. I swallow hard in an attempt to moisten my dry mouth. It seems as if all my fluids have gathered in one spot. Between my legs. Without saying anything, he lifts his butt slightly off the bed, so I can pull his pants down. His boner glistens and somewhere deep inside, I sense that sore feeling of our last time.

As we exchange a tense gaze, I lower my right hand between us, grab his cock and dangle above him before lowering myself over him. His breathing quickens and once he’s fully inside me, I sigh in relief. It feels as if everything’s right again, as if this is exactly where he belongs. Buried deeply inside me. I cautiously start to move. His hands fill with my hair and our foreheads rest against each other. Every now and then he grunts something barely audible. The way he fills me is indescribable. My movements get wilder and wilder. His hands run wildly through my hair, along my neck, down my back towards my butt. Once there, he starts to massage it mercilessly in sync with my movements. The towel that’s wrapped around me, keeps slipping down and I have to do my best to keep in in place. Suddenly, he grabs my waist so tightly that I can’t help but stop moving. I see at least a hundred questions in his blue eyes, but also pure lust and desperation. “What are we doing?” he asks softly. “I don’t know”, I confess, “but I really want this.” We are silent for a moment, but then it happens. He pulls the towel from my body and throws it across the room. In one smooth movement, he stands up, lowers me onto the bed and pulls his T-shirt off over his head. He takes off his pants, that were still dangling below his waist. Completely naked, he stands at the bed for a moment, giving me time and space to enjoy his body. He’s always been more athletic than me. He flexes his muscles and his erection still protrudes proudly. The way I look at him now, I’ve only been doing for a few months. Before, I couldn’t understand why all my friends were always raving about him, but now, I can’t help but agree with them. We were always close, but I never expected to become close like this. Maybe it’s the thrill. The fact that nobody can know about this, or maybe it’s the delicious way he knows exactly what to do with my body.

Like an animal stalking its pray, he crawls across the bed between my legs. “I want it too”, he whispers in my ear and his warm breath tickles my skin. “But we can’t tell anyone about this.” I look at him with hungry eyes. Right now, nothing interests me anymore, as long as he takes me. I nod cautiously and then sink into the mattress. He kisses a path from my neck to my breasts, further and further down towards my heat. The closer he gets, the faster my heart races, and when the tip of his tongue presses warmly and firmly against my clit, I feel light-headed. I grip the duvet and close my eyes. All my attention is now focused on that one spot, the spot that also has his complete attention. He licks me feverishly, leaving no inch untouched. My body is filling up with heat and my skin starts to tingle. Uncontrollable sounds escape my lips and I’m gripping the duvet so tightly my fingers ache. “Hmm”, he mumbles against my most sensitive spot, “you taste so good.” The thought of him tasting me has never made me so wild. As he watches me, he presses his flat tongue firmly against my clit and licks it like a melting ice cream. Just when my legs are starting to shake, he stops, chuckling. He kneels on the bed, grabs my hips with both hands and pulls me onto his lap. In one smooth motion, he pulls me up and moves me up and down his shaft. My body feels overheated, but limp, and I throw my arms around his neck to stay as close to him as possible. “I want this too”, he grunts again. “It’s like I’m addicted to the way you feel.” His words barely register with me. My eyes are closed, my body brimming with pleasure and I try to soak up every second of this last time, although something tells me that there’s always going to be another last time.