Page 191 of The Silver Fox Brother

For a moment, I just stand there, staring down at her, letting the sight of her consume me. Slowly, I raise my shirt over my own head, and then I stop, hovering at the edge of the bed.

I gaze into her eyes, my breaths heavy, each one dragging like a ragged confession. The moment feels suspended, the room charged with everything we’ve left unsaid. Without breaking contact, I reach for the zipper of my pants, dragging it down slowly. The sound is stark in the quiet air, and her eyes flicker down, widening. My briefs follow, and my cock springs free, hard, pulsing, and unrelenting. I watch her chest rise and fall, her lips parting slightly as she stares, her anticipation palpable.

Climbing onto the bed, I straddle her. My hands instinctively find her breasts, cupping and teasing, my thumbs circling her nipples. I bend down, my lips capturing hers in a deep kiss. She melts under me, her body arching into mine as I kiss her deeply, passionately. I trail my mouth down her neck, lingering on the sensitive spot just below her ear before working my way to her cleavage. My tongue glides along the curve of her breast until it reaches her nipple. Taking it into my mouth, I suck gently at first, then harder, the sound of her gasps spurring me on.

I shift lower, my lips pressing a line of kisses down the soft plane of her stomach. I stop at her navel, lifting my head to look at her. Her flushed face and wide eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the world quiets. I smile at her, my fingers grazing her belly with a reverence I didn’t know I was capable of. Her answering smile is tender, full of trust, and it hits me harder than I expect. I press my lips to her navel, lingering there as if it holds some unspoken promise.

Moving lower, I position myself between her thighs, my hands spreading them open, exposing her completely to me. She shivers as I lower my head, my tongue finding her clit with precision. I wrap my lips around her swollen bud, sucking it softly at first, then with more pressure, coaxing breathy moans from her lips. Her hips shift upward, seeking more contact as I slide my tongue down, teasing her entrance with the lightest of brushes.

Her taste is intoxicating, and I’m lost in her, my fingers joining the fray as I spread her labia open further. My tongue plunges into her pussy hole, and I hear her gasp, her hands threading into my hair and holding me in place. I alternate between my tongue and my fingers, curling and twisting inside her while my thumb works her clit. She moans louder, her legs wrapping tightly around my head as her thighs begin to tremble.

I can feel her body climbing, the tension coiling inside her as she gets closer. Her gasps and moans turn frantic, and I double down, my tongue and fingers working together, relentless and hungry.

Her body arches off the bed as my words spark something inside her. She cries out, her orgasm ripping through her, loud and unrestrained. Her release is so powerful that she squirts, and I groan, my mouth eagerly lapping up every drop, devouring her as if she’s my lifeline.

As her tremors subside, I rise, spreading her legs wider as I position myself at her entrance. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking it once, twice, before guiding myself into her. The heat of her slick, wet pussy surrounds me as I slide in slowly, her tightness stretching around my girth. I arch my back as I bury myself to the hilt, groaning at the sheer perfection of her.

Her moans spur me on as I start to move, my thrusts deliberate and deep, each one branding her as mine. My hands grip her thighs, squeezing them as I watch her writhe beneath me, her walls pulsing around me, pulling me deeper.

I groan, the sensation almost too much. I glance down, captivated by the way her breasts bounce with each thrust, the way her juices drip down my shaft. The sight alone is almost enough to undo me.

“I fucking love you, Winter,” I whisper, my voice raw, each word a confession.

Her eyes snap open, locking with mine.

“I love you,” she cries, her nails digging into my back as her second orgasm crashes through her. The sting of her nails slicing into my skin ignites something primal inside me, and I thrust harder, my movements erratic and wild.

Her walls clench around me, squeezing me like a vise, and the tingling in my spine spreads, erupting into a full-body release. I still myself, my cock buried deep inside her as my orgasm overtakes me. I give her all of my warm cum, as it spills into her, unapologetic and endless.

“You belong to me, Winter,” I say, my voice a low growl as I press my forehead against hers.

“And you belong to me,” she whispers, her voice trembling but sure.

I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. Slowly, I pull out, our combined juices spilling onto the sheets. I collapse next to her, pulling her leg over mine as my hand lazily caresses her thigh and I press a kiss to her forehead.

The room is quiet except for the rhythmic sound of our breathing, still heavy from what we just shared. I’m on my back, one arm tucked behind my head, the other draped across Winter’s bare back. She’s pressed against me, her cheek resting on my chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns over my stomach. I can feel her warmth, her heart still racing against my ribs, and I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.

“A baby,” I say, the words coming out in an almost disbelieving whisper.

“Amazing.”

She lifts her head, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she looks at me, her eyes soft and searching.

“Are you happy?” she asks quietly, her voice fluttering with uncertainty.

I cup her face, my thumb brushing her cheek.

“You have no idea.” My voice cracks slightly, the depth of my emotions surprising even me.

We lay there wrapped in each other, as we drift off to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Winter

The next afternoon, Knox and I are sitting on the couch in his living room. We spent the morning taking it easy. He made me breakfast, we watched a movie, and I fell asleep on his chest while he worked on his phone. It's been quiet and peaceful, exactly what I need after yesterday.

Around 2pm, the house phone rings.