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  “Oh, right,” he said. “Let’s take a break. Don’t want you to pull a muscle or anything.”

  “I suppose that’s another thing that will get better the more I practice?” Rose asked.

  “Definitely,” Elijah said.

  Rose laid down on the bed next to him, her dress trailing to the floor. “What about me?” she asked. “What do I need to know for when he’s… down there?”

  “You’ll need to relax, first and foremost,” Elijah answered. “If you’re too tense or your mind is elsewhere, you won’t get what you want out of it. Women are far more complicated than men are when it comes to that and every girl has their differences in what feels right and what doesn’t.”

  “How will I know what feels right for me?”

  “You’ll know,” he said. “Have you ever masturbated before?”

  “Yes,” Rose said.

  “Then you already have a good start on that. Don’t expect him to read your mind. Guide him through what feels good. The most important part of sex is communicating your desires to your partner.”

  Rose leaned up on her elbows. “Show me,” she said, moving her legs apart.

  Elijah slid off the bed and onto his knees. He gripped the bottoms of her skirt and raised it just above her waist. Rose had perfect legs, and Elijah had always thought so. He took a moment to admire their shape and kissed her thighs.

  Rose let out a sigh and placed a pillow behind her head.

  “Relax,” she whispered to herself. Her mind was buzzing, trying its best to retain all this new information. She pushed every hesitant thought she had away and focused on getting it right.

  Her fingers played with his hair as he descended her. He reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her breasts from captivity. She moaned and giggled as his teeth nibbled and bit at her ravenously. Her nether twinged and she slid her legs open a bit more to invite him in.

  Elijah’s hands cupped and squeezed as he climbed further down. He raised the skirt of her gown up all the way, pushing the trail to the side. Rose clawed at his back as he worked, watching him closely.

  Elijah found her white, cotton panties underneath the skirt of her wedding dress. He smiled and felt them with his finger tips. Rose moved her hips up as he pulled them down to the floor.

  It was not a surprise to him to be once again presented with perfection. Rose’s untouched flower was something of a dream to Elijah — a lost, mythical creature within uncharted waters. He caught her scent and his mouth watered for her. Leaning in close, he allowed for her bush to tickle his nose, her pheromones driving him wild.

  With a single finger, Elijah parted her lips. Rose sighed, feeling the sensation for the first time. Elijah kissed her quivering thighs, his lips inching closer and closer inside. She gripped the pillow behind her head as she felt his finger trace smooth, slow circles around her clitoris. Every hair on her body rose to attention and she bit her lip to stifle her moans.

  Elijah kissed her lips, covering them with her wetness. He paused a moment and took his time licking his lips clean of her.

  She tasted just as he always thought she would: like heaven.

  His tongue poked inside between her nether lips. It was a wonder to finally be inside them and to feel her hot and wet pussy. She had the most perfect folds and he flicked them out with the tip of his tongue.

  Elijah sucked at them, listening intently to Rose’s moans. She squirmed on the bed, signaling him to continue. He smiled, reading everything her body language was screaming at him.

  He moved his tongue upward, inching closer and closer to her throbbing clitoris. Rose groaned, fighting every urge as he teased her.

  “Touch it,” she said. “Touch it, or I’ll explode.”

  Elijah nodded, proud that she was listening to his teachings about communication. With the tip of his tongue, he traced a circle all the way around it. It overwhelmed her body and her back arched up off the bed. Elijah reached up and laid his hands upon her hips, pushing her back down to the bed. Rose trembled beneath his touch, feeling taken care of.

  With a moan, Elijah plunged forward and engulfed himself in her. His hands gripped her thighs tight as he pulled himself in. Rose’s back arched off the bed again and her mouth fell agape with a silent scream. He didn’t fight her this time and allowed her to twist with pleasure.

  The sensation was remarkable. Rose tried to focus on the movements of his tongue, but became lost in the waves. The long, quick flicks and lapping against her clitoris were the workings of an artist. Elijah worshiped her, bent down across her alter of sin.

  Elijah descended lower, his tongue encircling the dripping entrance. His eyes peered up at Rose as if to request permission to enter a sacred temple. She ran one hand through his hair, the muscles of her fingers stiff from their iron grip on the pillow. She nodded.

  And with that, he entered her. Elijah’s tongue dove inside, drowning in her wetness. She felt his mastery as he massaged her inner walls with ease. Rose’s moans fought to become screams, but she bit down on her fingers, scared of anyone that might hear them.

  “Take me, Elijah,” Rose said to him.

  A devilish smirk struck his face. Without a word, he pushed her body up the bed to make room for himself.

  Rose laid back and they aligned their bodies. She spread her legs wide for him and gripped his body, preparing to feel him inside.

  Elijah traced his tip around the outer realms of her lips. The tease sent shivers through Rose’s body and she dug her nails into his back in protest.

  She waited, feeling the excruciating sensation of waiting for it. Her honeypot dripped down her thighs and something inside of her told her she wanted it. Something primal. She thought of nothing but the idea of him making love to her.

  Her wait would not last long. Elijah slid his tip inside her tightness. Rose cringed as her inner muscles stretched for the first time. She was thankful for the pillow next to her head and stuffed a corner of it into her mouth.

  Elijah paused, allowing for her body to adjust to new territory. “Take a deep breath,” he said. “Let it happen.”

  Rose did so and within moments, any pain she experienced faded away. A smile crept back onto her lips. “More,” she begged.

  Elijah grinned and pushed farther inside of her. He moved in and out in slow, deliberate thrusts.

  Rose moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He slid himself out slow, staring at her, getting off on her reaction.

  “Good girl,” he said, thrusting again. The force of it sent tremors through her body and she clung to him.

  Elijah shook her faster with quick, shallow thrusts. His member massaged her in all the right spots. Her senses dissolved and her body felt like warm milk.

  He laid his head on Rose’s shoulder as he worked her. Sweat dripped from his brow onto hers. She felt his warm breath on her skin, his huffing breaths syncing with her racing heart.

  Elijah rose and grabbed her arms. With a quick jerk, he flipped her over. Rose’s face met the pillow and she felt his hands move up her body and rest on the back of her head.

  He inserted a finger into her mouth. Human instinct took over her and she sucked it clean of her juices and nibbled at his fingertip. Behind her, Elijah’s throbbing tip rubbed hard against her, seeking shelter like an animal caught in a storm.

  “Get up on your knees,” Elijah said.

  Rose’s body shook as she moved, bending to his will without hesitation.

  Elijah tugged her body closer to his, her ass exposed. He took hold of his strong cock with one hand and steadied her trembling body with the other.

  Rose moaned with a divine mix of pleasure and pain. She turned her head around and looked up at her stepbrother. He was being careful, taking his time on her. But her passions took over. “Harder,” she whimpered.

  Elijah continued at the same speed, long and smooth thrusts as if he were memorizing every inch of her.

  “Harder,” Rose implored again.

 
He heard her this time and cracked a grin. Elijah gripped her body and lowered his mouth to her ears. “You want it harder?”

  Rose moved closer to him, their lips inches away. “Yes, brother.”

  Elijah grabbed her hair and pulled her neck back. His tongue entered Rose’s mouth in a passionate kiss. He stood back erect, keeping the grip on her hair solid and pulled her up with him. Rose’s back arched and she screamed with passion as he gave her as she desired.

  His ferocious pounding shook the bed as the headboard slapped against the wall. He fucked her hard and fast. Rose was powerless to resist him, her body on fire. Their moans synced together as the pounding showed no signs of slowing down. Rose gripped his arms, wrapped around her body, as she felt herself giving way.

  The orgasm shook her entire body. Elijah felt it, too, as her inner muscles gripped his shaft tight in a powerful spasm. Rose’s muscles turned to jelly and her limbs wobbled. She relied on him to hold her up, as he always did her entire life.

  Elijah held her up with little trouble. He lowered the speed of his thrusts, but continued to pound her. He let go of her hair and she dropped like a rock, finding solace in the warmth of the pillow.

  Rose’s body descended the plateau, but Elijah would not let her rest. She went stiff as she felt a finger massaging the entrance to her anus. Elijah covered his finger with her juices and used it to lube the area. Her first instinct attacked and she moved to stop him. But her nerve endings screamed in ecstasy and her tense body relaxed into it. The pleasure of his touch was far too great.

  Elijah slid the tip of his index finger inside her ass. It squeezed in slowly, no further than an inch. Rose felt herself stretch out and that mix of pain and pleasure found its way back inside her. All her passions doubled back and she prepared herself for round two.

  Rose gripped the pillow and bit down on it again. Elijah knew what he was doing inside of her and played her like a concert pianist. Gentle, one inch keystrokes.

  Once that became easier, he slid inside another inch. Then another. Rose’s body shook and screamed, but she could not imagine a better teacher.

  Elijah’s finger pushed all the way inside. Rose looked around, nervous and excited to find out where they would go next. Elijah began his thrusts with both cock and finger. She took it all, her body loving every moment. Rose moved her hips, doing everything she could to meet his thrusts and intensify the feeling. He moaned loud, nearing his breaking point.

  Rose wanted so much to please him. To satisfy him. She bounced faster on him. Elijah gave her ass a good spank, encouraging them both to fuck a little harder.

  They reached their breaking point together and Elijah gripped her waist. His desire fulfilled her and Rose climbed with him, steadily reaching the apex.

  Elijah reached it first. He squeeze on his hips tightened as he came. Rose felt his tip throbbing hard within her as it sprayed his warm seed inside of her. The feeling of it was too much and she stuffed her face deeper into the pillow to dull her screams of passion.

  They collapsed onto the bed, their pleasures radiating from every pore. Silence overcame them, their pulses lowering steadily as sleep came for them.

  “I’m sorry if I got a little carried away,” Elijah said, stroking her hair.

  “You didn’t,” Rose said. “It was everything I wanted it to be.” She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek.

  “Thank you, Elijah.”

  ***

  The chapel doors opened and the recognizable tune of “Here Comes the Bride” filled Rose’s ears. She smirked to herself and images of the night before flooded her mind.

  Here comes the bride, indeed…

  “You ready, sis?” Elijah asked with a firm grip on her arm.

  Rose blinked back to the present and looked up at her stepbrother through the white veil. “I’m ready,” she said with a smile.

  She looked out across the chapel, past the sea of smiling faces, and found Michael standing at the end of the aisle.

  Michael’s eyes said everything. Rose was beautiful. Rose was perfect. And Rose was his.

  Rose took the first steps down the aisle and Elijah escorted her along. The next thing she knew, she was at the end of the aisle, just feet away from Michael. She turned to Elijah and he raised her veil up over her head.

  “You ready, sis?” he asked one last time.

  Rose grinned and kissed his cheek.

  “I’m ready.”

  ***

  This was it, Rose thought. This was the night we have been waiting for…

  She laid on her back. The bed was large, cozy, with more pillows on it than she had time to count. It had been her and Michael’s normal routine until this moment. They stumbled into their honeymoon suite and toppled onto the bed together. Happy and laughing, they kissed. Repeatedly. Michael’s hands roamed Rose’s body, not daring to go any lower than he ever did.

  They waited until marriage to have sex. It was something they agreed on long ago. Michael had been a patient man this whole time and Rose appreciated him for it.

  But she herself could not wait.

  Rose had broken her vow to Michael to stay chaste, but sacrifices were often necessary for the greater good.

  At least, that’s what Rose told herself.

  A thin layer of sweat had taken home on her brow. Michael kissed her with more enthusiasm than ever, knowing that any moment now he would finally be inside of her.

  But something felt wrong to Rose.

  She couldn’t figure out what.

  Her nether was throbbing, aching for cock once again. She could still feel Elijah’s hard rod massaging her insides, willing her to feel the greatest of pleasure. His experience and expertise led her then and it would have to lead her now.

  Michael was nervous. He would need an extra push.

  “Take off my dress,” Rose whispered in his ear.

  He exhaled a brief cough, no doubt choking on his own saliva. With shaking hands, he did as he was told. Rose sat up on the bed and pulled her hair to the side, allowing him enough room to slide the back zipper all the way down. The soft buzzing sound sent shivers through Rose’s spine, bringing her back to that night with Elijah. Her sex ached even more just thinking about him.

  Rose stood up from the bed and allowed the silky white dress to fall to the floor. It wasn’t the first time Michael had seen her naked. She allowed him plenty of peaks over the course of their relationship. But tonight was the night he would be able to really enjoy it.

  Michael sat on his knees on the bed, his eyes as large as saucers, staring at her perky breasts. His eyes roamed her curves, taking in every freckle, every imperfection. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, the bulge in his pants pushing on his zipper.

  Rose licked her lips as she spied his growing groin. Elijah’s tasty seed was still fresh on her tongue. Her mouth watered. Her tongue tapped the roof of her mouth. She dropped to her knees and slowly crawled her way back to the bed. “Sit down,” she said. “On the edge.”

  Michael moved his shaking legs and touched his feet to the floor. He breathed heavily, thick, as if he just ran a mile away from a fierce predator.

  “Relax,” Rose said, easing into her role. “I’ll take care of you.”

  Michael swallowed, his eyes locked on Rose’s hands as they inched their way up his legs and thighs, targeting his belt.

  Rose pulled on the smooth leather, freeing the belt from captivity and sliding it off.

  “Eye contact is essential. You don’t need to overdo it, but a sultry stare can do wonders.”

  She remembered Elijah’s instructions and smiled, looking up at Michael. Her perfectly shadowed eyes flicked toward his and she put on a sultry show for him as her fingers focused on pulling his zipper down and exposing his hard dick.

  Elijah is bigger, Rose thought, keeping her sultry gaze on Michael.

  “Every man is a little longer, a little shorter than every other man. Every one is shaped a little different, too.”

  She
focused on this fact in order to keep her disappointment at bay. Elijah’s cock was just so big, it stretched her out in ways she couldn’t fathom before. And she liked it. A lot.

  Could Michael do the same thing?

  She hoped so.

  Michael reached out and grabbed her hand. “Rose,” he said through his thick breaths.

  “Yes?” she asked, taking a pause.

  “We don’t have to do this right now, you know? We can take it slower, ease our way in…”

  Rose chuckled at his nervousness and laid a hand on his chest. “Michael, relax,” she said. “I want this.”

  He nodded, took a deep breath, and laid back.

  Rose’s mouth was dripping with salivation, ready and eager to get another taste of man. Elijah’s was so sweet and so perfect. She longed to taste that again. She gripped the base of Michael’s cock and pointed it at her face. There was no time to waste on easing in or teasing. Rose was hungry now.

  She opened her lips and slid his tip inside. Michael immediately groaned, unable to contain his passions. His tip was moist with fluid and Rose’s tongue licked it up, her taste buds buzzing.

  He was sweet. Very sweet. But not as nice as Elijah.

  Another disappointing punch in the gut.

  “A man’s taste will change depending on what he eats or drinks,” Elijah said. “So don’t be surprised if Michael tastes differently.”

  But still, she had hoped this would be the exception. She decided to press on. Rose opened her mouth wider and slid her tongue all the way out. She leaned forward, maneuvering the cock into her mouth and using her eyes on him.

  Michael’s body quaked on the bed, his legs shaking beneath them. He felt everything. He saw everything. His shaft slide across her extended tongue and she pressed it as far back into her throat as she could take it.

  “Ohh, fuck!” he exclaimed. “Where did your learn that?!”

  Rose pulled his dick out in order to give him a sweet giggle and a smile. Without a word, she slid him back inside.

  Michael’s urges took hold of him. His hips began to move and he slowly fucked her open mouth. His instincts pulled him along, unable to quit. He rocked his hips hard to build up momentum, his pace quickening. Rose moaned loudly around his cock as it slid in and out of throat, vibrating the whole shaft.