Page 9 of Seven Days

She does what I ask immediately and it makes me that much harder. Alarm bells are screaming in my mind, but my need for her overcomes all of that. I keep my pace slow, despite my desire to drive my fingers into her until she’s screaming my name again. Trailing my hand lightly up her thigh, I cup her pussy.

The soft lace is noticeably damp as I move my fingers back and forth lazily. I tease her where the edges of her panties lie. She’s bare and so fucking soft, everywhere I touch. I moan against her neck as I slip a finger under the edge and drag it along her drenched folds.

She shivers as I begin to tease her clit. Her head falls back on my shoulder, her lips parted as she rocks against my hand.

“Thomas,” she says my name on groan, “fuck, that feels so good.”

“Good. Let me take care of you.”

I want so badly to kiss her. To take her lips and inhale her pleasure. To own every part of her body as she falls apart in my hands.

She catches her lip between her teeth and looks up at me, her pupils expand as I slide two fingers inside her. Her eyes move to my lips and back up. She wants to kiss me just as much as I do her, but she turns her head.

I explore her body with eager hands, learning what her tells are when I do something right. From this angle I can easily stimulate her g-spot. Her startled gasp as I start tapping it makes me think no one else has ever found it before. I’ll give her as many new sensations as she’ll allow.

I increase the speed and intensity of everything I’m doing. Her hands grip both forearms, holding on tight as she climbs higher and higher. I can feel her arousal dripping down my fingers and the need to taste her rages through me like a wildfire.

When her walls clamp down on my fingers, I work her pretty little pussy straight through the best orgasm she’s ever had. She cries out as her legs go weak, slumping against me as I stroke her clit while she rides the aftershocks.

I withdraw my hands and right her clothing as she catches her breath. Her cheeks are pink as she turns and looks up at me. She looks just as surprised as I am at what just happened. I wish I could tell if she regretted it. Her eyes dip to my lips for a split second again and I take a step back. I want to kiss her. But if I kissed her now I would take her now. I need to figure things out. I need to think logically about this. As does she.

I watch as she turns around and unplugs the monitor, effectively turning off the camera. She looks back at me, her face burning. “I guess I could have done that and saved us from having to do, uh,” she gestures at her body as she stumbles over her words, “all that.”

Part of me wants to push her. Wants to ask what she means by ‘all that’, but the part of me that wants her again is pulling the reins.

* * *

We packedup both her car and mine with bags and a few boxes of personal items without making eye contact. I felt her eyes on me a few times and I sure as shit was looking at her every time her back was turned.

The whole drive back to my house I’ve been wondering what’s going through her head. Is she okay? Does she regret that?I can unequivocally say that I do not regret one second. Holding that goddess-like body of hers in my arms while I made her come all over my hand. I can smell her sweet, musky scent on me still.

I want more. I want to drive my cock deep inside her. I want to taste her honey cunt. I want to listen to her come apart over and over for me.

Guilt-ridden thoughts of Jack filter into my mind. When he picked up the phone and asked me to go pick Bri up I’m sure he didn’t mean this. This would end our friendship of over fifteen years.

Thoughts of Bri volley back and forth in mind. Desire and hunger for her on one hand. Shame and guilt for even considering doing more than what we’ve already done on the other. I hit the button to open the gate and garage.

Taking a steadying breath as I get out of the car, I wonder what the best way to approach this is. Be direct or let her lead? Apparently I won’t have to decide because she’s striding across the driveway toward me. I hit close on the gate keypad as I watch her approach.

“Thomas.” She stops about four feet away, backlit by the sun.

“Bri.”

“You’re my dad’s best friend.”

“I am.”

“I just ended my engagement yesterday.”

“I remember.”

“This is wrong.” Despite her words she steps closer. “Like really fucking forbidden wrong.”

“Yes.” This time I step closer to her. Her pulse is hammering in her neck, a siren’s call for my lips. I can read the desire all over her face, but I’m going to make her ask for it. “But?”

“But,” she swallows as she holds my gaze, “I want more.”

“More what?”