"Is that so? Then I can do...anything I want?" His worlds were fluidly, and confidently spoken into her ear; his voice a mixture of a deep, low raspy tone that titillated the insides of the ear in which he spoke into. He'd always had a deep tenor whenever he spoke, but this was different. It was as if he were growling seductively at her, to her.
"Anything..." Valerie would respond, breathless with anticipation of his next move.
Adrian could feel it. Her chest heaving, slow and deep breaths. She was trying to calm herself down, but he wasn't about to let her slip back into the mindset of "What ifs". No, instead, his lips skimmed down the corners of her nape in slow deliberance; each kisses most and feverish. He held her ass to his pelvis as he had her bent over the counter as if he were going to take her chastity right then and there in one of the most exciting ways possible. It wasn't romantic, or sweet; it was raunchy, it was incorrigible. His every move made her brain explode with questions: where would his hands move next, how would they settle against her body? Would it be rough? Gentle? Firm or soft? He kept her guessing at every turn. But one thing was for sure, she could feel a sold, large shape pressing into her ass, right were her crotch was and it was grinding ever so slowly...
The countertop, while cool to the touch could not douse her radioactive body. She'd feel like she was having an existential meltdown of what she thought a brother ought o be--and what her stepbrother was doing to her now. His large hand rubbing her ass, then smacking leaving to sting so blissfully good. She'd want more before he was through. Despite her half-hearted objections prior, she was enjoying this and he knew it. He also knew she'd wanted this moment to come for some time now. After all, she was never with any of the guys at her school, but yet, she had needs. Certain needs that needed tending to. He knew of her inexperience, the girl was being inundated with new feelings, new experiences that left her wanting more. More of him, more of what he was doing to her--more of this other side that she'd never seen before.
Adrian was so dominant. He acted as if he owned her. Petting her hair, tugging on it to pull her head up and back only to kiss her sensuously; tongue frolicking freely in her mouth, tracing her teeth, stroking her tongue slowly, teasingly as his hands removed the saturated white t-shirt entirely. He had her mesmerized, and that was the way wanted to keep it. Next came her bra; his hand ran up the small of her back and turned over slowly as it did. He'd unsnap her bra just as he bit down on her lower lip, suckling on the tender flesh, and without her even realizing until it was done, pulled the bra away from her chest, dropping it to the floor beside them. Pulling her back by the elbows, his hard, stern chest and stomach fit like a puzzle piece into her backside...
Guiding her arms to lift, he brought them back, placing her hands along his nape and the base of his head; with dark chocolate brown strands, still damp from his shower earlier, the closer she got to him the more his masculine aroma would infiltrate her senses, dulling her wits yet making her crave his affectionate touch. He gentle, yet manly caressing hands which cupped her breasts in his palms fully encompassing them. He squeezed gently and released, taking turns with one tit then the next, kneading her chest like a kitten. But then he grew devious, and his fingers started toying with the sensitive nipples which grew more hardened as time went on. He began to pluck and pull and tug and slightly twist them before letting them spring back into place.
Valerie's breathing was becoming ragged; she'd moaned a few times throughout his games, but never so much as what happened next. With her eyes mist, her head foggy and her back to him. He was supporting her weight, and she was holding onto him as though afraid to fall. But she had begun kissing and nibbling on his neck. She wanted more. Her heart pounding away at her ribs like a jackhammer gone astray. One of his hands slid down her front, it moved slowly and fluidically across her belly. It crossed her navel, it sunk beneath her jeans and the black pair of lingerie underwear beneath that. He found the source of her eagerness. She wanted him to find it. She wanted him to touch her there like she had touched her self all those times...
The folds of skin the covered her shaved nether region was soft. It was extraordinarily warm, like sticking your hand to close to an open flame; you could feel the heat emanating off of her. He watched as she licked her lips in anticipation, eyes closed. Hoping. Wishing. Praying that he would just...touch her there. And he did. His fingers slid over her like an avalanche. His hand searing hot, fingers grinding the loose skin against her clitoris in gradual motions. She gasped. Gripping the back of his head. He knew she had been waiting for this for a long, long time. But so had he. His fingers spread and spread her folds with it. He took his middle finger, pressed it to her clit and rubbed, grinding it in slow, methodical circles. Electricity buzzed through her. It would make Valerie feel drunk, as she parted her lips to gasp once again, but as he continued that gasp became a guttural moan that filled the quiet kitchen.
His middle finger slid down further, pressing against the entryway into a veritable paradise of heat, and moisture; his finger slipped inside and immediately her walls clamped around it; squeezing it. It wanted something else. Something larger, something more wholesome. He began rubbing the bumpy rough where her g-spot was. sliding in and grinding his finger backward back out of her. She was so wet, so tight.. It made Adrian's erection stiffen even more. God damn did he want to feel her walls wrapped around him like that...But he wanted her to enjoy it. And she couldn't if it hurt too much. She was wet, but not enough so. He pulled his finger back out of her, feeling a thick trail of precum stick to his digit. He removed his hand from her pants and lifted it to his mouth where he suckled onn his finger as though it were chocolate batter. It was sweet to taste and hot against his tongue...
He slowly unbuttoned her pants, and peeled them down to her ankle, taking her sexy underwear with it. He then kissed up the back of her legs; first along her calves, then behind her knees. He made it to her thighs and thats when he bent her over again. He took her ass into his hands, and he spread her wide open; she'd feel hot air escaping from between his partial parted lips before she'd feel his hot, wet tongue caressing her clit in slow circles, just as his finger had down. The difference was amazing. His tongue was wet, so each movement readily fluctuated; up and then down, from side to side and in circles--around and around. He could hear her gasping, trying not to moan, but clenching the counter all the same.
"Moan for me," He said, growling at her in that deep husky, attractive voice he had. "Nice and loud, I like it when you're loud..." Adrian told her, he nen smirked, and licked her entrance, spreading her folds, letting her feel his tongue on the verge of entering her pussy.
