Eleanor’s eyes searched his, the war between her emotions playing out in the silence. Finally, she whispered, “Yes,” the word barely audible. Julian’s grin widened, his victory complete.
He reached out and wiped a bead of cum from her cheek with his thumb, bringing it to her mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he ordered, and without thinking, Eleanor parted her lips and took his thumb into her mouth, sucking the salty fluid off his skin.
Julian’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched her obey, his cock twitching with renewed interest. “Now, go on the bed,” he said, his voice a low command that sent a shiver down her spine.
Eleanor stood, her legs wobbly from the intensity of the moment, and walked over to the large bed. She climbed onto the soft mattress. Julian followed, his own hunger palpable in the air as he approached her.
With surprising gentleness, Julian reached for the ties of her black gown, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt the fabric loosen as he untied the bow, the garment slipping down her shoulders to reveal her creamy and bare skin.
Julian took his time as he savored every moment, his gaze lingering on the swell of her boobs, the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips.
The gown pooled around her, leaving her in only undergarments. He hooked his fingers under the edge of the fabric and began to pull it down, his eyes never leaving hers.
The material slid over her skin. Her heart hammered in her chest as her breasts were exposed, the nipples already hard.
Julian cupped her right breast in his hand, his palm warm and firm against her sensitive skin. He squeezed gently, feeling the weight of her in his hand, his thumb brushing lightly over the nipples.
It was a gesture that seemed almost loving but there was something predatory in the way he held her, something that made her pussy clench with need.
Without breaking eye contact, Julian bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive part before he bit down gently.
Eleanor’s breath caught in her throat, a soft moan escaping her lips as pleasure shot through her body.
Julian’s teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, sending bolts of electricity straight to her clit. She arched her back, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to take more of her.
His mouth moved to her other breast, his teeth and tongue playing the same tantalizing game and she could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second.
Julian’s hand followed the path of his eyes as it slid down her body. He felt the heat radiating from her, the dampness seeping through the fabric.
His cock grew harder with each moan she uttered, each arch of her body that begged for more. He knew he had to touch her, had to taste her.
He pushed the fabric aside revealing her bare pussy, already glistening with arousal. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, the pink, swollen flesh of her pussy. Then he lowered his head and kissed her there, his tongue sliding along her slit, tasting the sweetness of her desire.
Eleanor’s moan grew louder, her body writhing on the bed as Julian’s tongue delved deeper into her. The taboo of the act only heightened her pleasure, making every sensation more intense.
She had never felt so desperate for a man’s touch and especially not from her own brother. But the lines between right and wrong had blurred the moment she stepped into this room and now she could think of nothing but the feel of his mouth on her most intimate parts.
Julian’s tongue danced over her clit, the flicks and swirls sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She could feel the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter, her orgasm building like a storm inside her.
She was so close, so very close. “Julian,” she gasped,
Without warning, she grabbed his head and pulled him closer, her voice a desperate growl.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her own shock at her words echoing through the room.
Julian’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate. He stood, his cock bobbing with excitement, and positioned himself between her legs.
He took his time, the tip of his cock playing with her entrance, teasing her swollen clit before sliding along her slit as it smeared her juices along his length.
Eleanor’s hips bucked, trying to force him inside her, but Julian was a master of control. He chuckled, enjoying her desperation, as he continued to taunt her with the head of his cock.
Each pass over her clit made her squirm and gasp, her nails digging into the bed sheets. Her pussy was soaked, begging for him to fill her up, to claim her as his own.
But Julian was enjoying the power dynamic too much to rush. He watched her squirm, her eyes pleading with him, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. He could feel her tremble with every touch, her body straining towards his, and it was all he could do to hold back his own release.
“Julian,” she pleaded again, her voice a needy whine. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Julian’s eyes flashed with dominance as he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her swollen lips. “Say it again,” he demanded.
“I need you inside me,” Eleanor whimpered, her body arching towards him in an undeniable invitation.
Julian’s eyes blazed with hunger as he pushed into her, feeling her tight, wet heat envelop him. She was so small, so delicate, compared to his size, and it was all he could do to keep from losing control. He watched her face contort with a mix of pleasure and pain as he stretched her open, filling her completely.
Eleanor’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being claimed by her brother’s cock. It was so much more than she had ever imagined, so much more than she had ever dared to hope for. The fullness was almost too much, but the pain quickly gave way to a deep need that she had never felt before.
