The Better Brother

He wanted me to remove them. Me! He was making it clear that if I wanted to see him, I had to be the one to make that move. I had to take that next step on my own. Lifting my hands up, I quickly put them back down again, my heart hammering inside me. Although I wanted to—I really wanted to see him fully exposed—I couldn't bring myself to actually reach up and remove his boxers. Not at first. Gavin dropped my chin and made a soft tsk-ing noise.

“Do you want to see it or not, Josie?” he quipped.

“I—I do,” I whispered, my voice thick and my throat dry.

Gavin reached for my hands, taking them in his and placed them on his hips, right at the waistband of his boxers. That was obviously his way of meeting me halfway. The rest of the journey would be up to me.

“Pull them down,” he said, his voice commanding and deep. “Now.”

The tone of his voice was direct and stern. It wasn't a suggestion or a request. No, it was an order. And without thinking about it, I did exactly as he said. With one swift motion, I pulled his boxers down to the middle of his thighs, letting his erection spring forth like a jack-in-the-box of pure pleasure. I gazed at it with wide eyes, and I found it hard to breathe. Gavin's cock was hard and thick—and oh so long.

I was still gripping the waistband of his boxers, as motionless as a statue. It was almost like I was afraid to move as I sat there staring at his cock. I had no idea what to do as I sat there admiring the straightness and girth of it—and, of course, imagining what it would feel like nestled inside me.

“Good girl,” Gavin said. “See? That wasn't so tough now, was it?”

Easy for him to say. But as he stroked my cheek, I leaned into his touch and felt myself relax—a little bit, anyway.

“Now,” he said, “let's see what you have under that dress.”

With my heart pounding and my body trembling, Gavin reached down and grabbed the bottom of my dress. With slow, gentle hands, he lifted it up. I raised my arms, giving him permission to take the dress off my body. He slipped it off over my head and tossed it aside, my dress landing next to his belt on the floor.

Then I was sitting there, in nothing but a bra and my panties. My cheeks flared with heat, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was so afraid to see the disappointment or disgust in his eyes I feared would be there. Although I had a nice rack, I felt like I was far less attractive than his usual fare. Again, Gavin reached for my face, turning it up and forcing me to look at him.

At first I closed my eyes, not able to meet his, and had to remind myself to breathe. Trying to get myself under control, I focused on the scent of the candles. There was a jasmine scent mixed with something muskier—sandalwood, perhaps?

It delighted my senses every bit as much as having Gavin's hand on my face did.

“Sweet little Josie doesn't even know how sexy she is,” he whispered, his voice low. “Believe me when I tell you that you are, indeed, very sexy.”

I opened my eyes at last, finally able to bring myself to look at his face as he spoke. And what I saw took my breath away. He was drinking me in with his eyes, savoring every last square inch of me, and from the curl of his mouth, I could tell he was enjoying what he was seeing. The look of undisguised lust in his eyes set a

fire burning between my thighs.

He ran the tip of a finger down my face, trailing it down my neck, and finally to my cleavage. My nipples were hard, pressing against the bra, and he found them with his hands, circling the tip of his fingers around them. My insides tightened even more, and I whimpered softly. No one had touched me there before. Nobody had ever explored my body the way he was doing it. Most of the men I'd had encounters with—as brief as they were—simply wanted to get right to it. No foreplay, just straight to the sex. Not Gavin, though. He was taking his time and was exploring me with a gentle touch. He was naked from the waist down, and I knew he wanted to be inside me, but the focus wasn't on him or his needs. No, the focus was entirely on me. He took his time with me, and my body reacted to his touch in ways I didn't know was possible.

“Lie back,” he said.

Without hesitation, as if he had some kind of a mind control over me, I did as I was told—partially on the bed, partially off. Gavin fell to his knees in front of me, and I could hardly see him over the mounds of my breasts, but I could feel him. I felt him slip my panties down my thighs before peeling them off me altogether.

My heart raced, and I was trembling, knowing I was bare down there, and he was seeing me completely exposed. I laid there, suddenly feeling self-conscious and nervous, wishing I had shaved or had done something to make myself more presentable. But if Gavin minded or found me unpresentable in any way, he didn't let it show.

He dove between my lips with an eagerness that caused me to gasp. He kissed me down below with every bit as much vigor as he'd kissed my mouth. I gasped when I felt his mouth on me, felt him sucking ever so gently on my clit. My body arched upward from the bed and I cried out, experiencing sensations I'd never felt before. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he held me in place while he buried his tongue inside me.

I groaned, loudly, as I grabbed hold of the bedding, gripping it tightly as finally, I felt what it was like to have something other than a toy inside me. And it was glorious.

I ground myself against him, but Gavin kept a tight hold on me, not letting me get very far or move all that much. His tongue slipped in and out of me, licking and tasting me, his mouth expertly moving across my most sensitive parts. It felt like my skin was on fire as he moved to my clit, teasing and circling it, before driving his tongue back inside me. I thrashed my head side to side, waves of sensation washing over me. My head was spinning, and conscious thought seemed to be fleeing my mind.

As he kept working me with his mouth, my insides began ache for him. For all of him. I wanted him inside me in the worst way possible.

Not just his tongue, but all of him. I wanted it. Needed it.

“Please…” I begged, unsure of what I was asking for exactly.

“Please what?” he asked.

He raised himself up enough that he could look me in the eyes. His mouth and face were wet and glistening, covered in my juices, and that only got me hotter. Wetter. Made the flames of desire inside me burn even brighter.

“Please, Gavin. I—I'm so close,” I whimpered.