Her Stepbrother, Her Hero(7)By: Terry Towers
“Yeah, I was pretty sure I was going to enlist, but that night Dad made it clear it was the time to make the decision.”
She felt so stupid for blaming him without getting the full story, but he hadn’t offered the full story to her; how was she to know any different?
Anthony released her hands and she slid one around his neck, while her index finger of the other hand traced his strong, chiselled jawline. There was a one-inch scar on his cheek, close to his left ear. It seemed new, and added to his dangerously sexy appeal. She wondered briefly how he'd gotten that scar.
His cock continued to grow and press against her, and the ache between her legs intensified. Could she cross this line with him after all these years? Should she?
"You smell so good Gabby," Anthony said softly, lowering his lips to her neck and kissing it tenderly. The faint, simple touch of his lips caused every nerve ending in her body to come alive.
"Tony..." She moaned softly as his lips leisurely teased their way across her jaw to brush against hers. Her panties were quickly becoming uncomfortably damp as her desire for him increased.
He pulled back up again, a hand braced at either side of her head as he looked down at her. Their mouths were within an inch apart, their breaths intermingling and breathing synchronizing. "God, I need to kiss you Gabby," he whispered, his eyes lowering to her parted lips.
"Then what's stopping you?"
He closed his eyes for a moment, his body tense over hers. When he opened them, the fire was raging within them as he lowered his mouth fully to hers. He caught her lower lip between his teeth and sucked. A shiver rushed through her and she fisted his shirt, attempting to rein in her raging desires.
His lips touched hers again, and when she sighed, parting her lips slightly he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as his tongue caressed hers. Her body writhed under him, longing to feel his cock slamming into her.
Changing positions so that he was settled in between her legs, Anthony slipped his hand along the outside of her thigh to her backside. He squeezed her bottom while pulling her up tighter against the ridge of his cock under the denim. Despite the layers of clothing dividing them, the friction of jean against her white cotton panties was excruciating. Her panties were uncomfortably soaked with the evidence of her arousal.
"I want you," she gasped, bucking under him as his lips left hers and began to work their way down the side of her neck.
He chuckled, low and sexy. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a man who hasn't had a woman in five years, Gabby."
"Oh God!" Gabriella tensed and moaned loudly as his fingers cupped her bottom, pushed her panties aside and slipped into her heated core.
"So wet," he murmured as his lips reached her collarbone and he began to make his way to her breasts, straining against the thin material of her gravy-stained bodice.
Her breathing became ragged and broken. His fingers stroking and digging deep into her wetness were almost becoming her undoing. He had barely begun touching her, and she was already almost at her breaking point.
"You're going to make me come, Tony," she gasped, clutching tighter to his shirt.
He chuckled, unbuttoning the front of her sundress, exposing her breasts covered in white lace. "That's the idea, sis."
She squirmed under him. She didn't want to come so quickly, but his fingers stroking her inner wall and the ridge of his cock against her pelvis were too much to bear.
Anthony pulled down the lace covering her left breast, lowered his mouth and captured it between his lips, nipping the sensitive bud. His mouth on her nipple was her undoing. She cried out, her body tensing as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her and exploded between her legs. Her juices dripped from her, fully saturating her panties as she released a slow ragged breath.
"Fuck, that was as sexy as hell, Gabby." Anthony released her nipple, which had turned into a tight, long nub, sat back on his heels and began to undo the rest of the buttons down the front of her dress. His steel grey eyes eagerly took in every inch of her body as the material parted, revealing her ivory skin.
He was positive she hadn’t been this stunning or sexy when they were younger. She couldn't have been because there was no way he'd have been able to keep his hands off of her if she had – even the threat of being castrated wouldn't have been able to stop him.
With the dress now completely open, he unclasped the front of her bra and it sprang open, revealing her generous breasts with large pink nipples. His eyes travelled lower, over her stomach and to her groin. She had on plain white cotton briefs that were soaked from her arousal. Cotton briefs had never looked so damned sexy to him. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties he was about to give them a tug when her hands on his stopped him.