Chapter 4: Climax
The walls of his room stood silently witness to a torrent of untamed lust. His hands roamed across her supple skin, tracing paths of desire and carnal pleasure as they ventured deeper into uncharted territories. Her scent wafted tantalizingly in the air, a blend of innocence and sin, as if inviting him to explore further.
"You know what you want, don't you?" she whispered softly, her lips brushing lightly against his neck. "I've seen the way you look at me."
He swallowed hard, unable to deny the truth in her words.
"I've wanted you for so long," he confessed, his voice quivering with anticipation. "But I never thought..."
"Never thought what?" she purred, her fingers dancing provocatively over his chest. "That I would be ready for this? That we could finally act on our desires?"
He nodded, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest.
"I've dreamed about you," he admitted, reaching out to touch her soft cheek. "I've fantasized about feeling you close to me, under my hands, beneath me."
"Oh, baby brother," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this too."
She pushed him gently onto the bed, straddling his hips and gazing down at him with smoldering intensity. "I've waited for you," she rasped, her voice thick with desire.
"I knew you'd come for me eventually."
He groaned, arching up beneath her as she slid her hand down his stomach, teasing him with a light brush before cupping him through his jeans.
"Are you still holding back?" she taunted, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Or do you want more?"
He didn't answer verbally; instead, he reached up and tugged at her shirt, desperate to feel her bare skin against his. She obliged without hesitation, shedding her top until only her lacy bra remained.