The temptation of my brother-in-law-Chapter 74 - seventy four

Chapter Seventy-Four

Malachi’s POV

I woke the moment her fingertips brushed my chest, light as breath, tracing slow, lazy circles around my nipple. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even. Let her think I was still gone. I wanted to feel what she would do when she thought no one watched.

Her hand drifted lower. One soft palm slid over my ribs, then my stomach, following the line of hair that pointed straight to where I was already half-hard from dreams of her. She paused there, fingertips just grazing the base of my cock. I felt her shift on the mattress, the sheet sliding down her body as she moved to straddle my thighs.

A tiny, hungry sound left her throat when she found me fully hard now. She wrapped her fingers around me, testing, stroking once, twice, slow and careful. Her thumb swept over the head, spreading the bead of wetness there. My hips wanted to jerk, but I locked them down.

She leaned forward. I felt her hair spill across my stomach, felt her breath hot against my skin. Then she rose up on her knees. The mattress dipped. She guided me to her entrance, rubbing the head through slick folds (she was soaked again, always soaked for me). One small whimper, and she started to sink down.

Fuck. She was tight and burning hot, even after last night. She took me inch by inch, biting her lip to stay quiet. When I was all the way inside her, she stilled, just breathing, letting her body adjust. I could feel her pulse fluttering around me.

Then she began to move.

Slow at first. Tiny rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against me. Her hands settled on my chest again, using me for balance. Up she lifted, almost all the way off, then down again, taking me deep. Each slide was deliberate, greedy. She found the angle that made her breath hitch and stayed there, rocking, circling, chasing it.

I kept pretending to sleep, but every nerve was on fire. Watching through slitted eyes, I saw her head fall back, hair wild, mouth open. Her tits swayed gently with every roll. She looked lost in it, lost in me.

She sped up a little, thighs trembling. Soft, wet sounds filled the room— her pussy taking me, letting me go, taking me again. She was dripping down my balls, making everything messy and perfect.

I almost broke then. Almost grabbed her hips and fucked up into her until she screamed. But I wanted to see how far she would go on her own.

She leaned forward, changing the angle, and moaned my name under her breath. "Malachi..."

That did it.

My eyes snapped open.

She froze, impaled on me, cheeks going red.

I smiled slow and dirty. "Don’t stop now, baby. Show me what you learned while I was sleeping."

Her eyes went wide, then dark with lust. She bit her lip and started moving again, bolder now that she knew I was watching. Faster. Harder. Riding me like she was born for it.

I let her have her fun for another minute, let her get right to the edge, thighs shaking, breath ragged. Then I gripped her hips hard and took over.

Game over. My turn.

I kept my hands loose on her hips, just guiding, not forcing. She rolled forward again, slow and deep, her slick walls dragging over every inch of me. The room was quiet except for our breathing and the wet sound of her taking me in, letting me go, taking me again.

Her eyes never left mine now. They were glassy, dark, needy. She lifted almost all the way off until only the head of my cock stayed inside her, then sank back down so slowly I felt every flutter, every clench. My fingers tightened on her skin, but I still let her set the pace. I wanted to watch her fall apart on her own terms.

She leaned forward, palms flat on my chest, hair falling around us like a curtain. Her hips circled, grinding her clit against me on the downstroke. A soft, broken moan slipped out of her. She did it again. And again. Each grind a little harder, a little more desperate.

I could feel how close she was. Her thighs shook against my sides. Her pussy kept fluttering, squeezing me in tiny pulses. I slid one hand up her spine, slow, until I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. She melted into it, lips soft and open, tongue lazy and sweet. While we kissed she kept moving, never stopping, slow and filthy and perfect.

I broke the kiss just enough to speak against her mouth. "Come whenever you want, baby. I’ve got you."

That was all it took. She buried her face in my neck, hips stuttering, and came with a long, trembling whine. Her whole body locked up, pussy clamping down so hard my vision blurred. She shook through it, grinding down hard, riding the waves until she went limp on my chest.

I held her there, stroking her back, letting her breathe. My cock was still buried inside her, hard and aching, but I didn’t move yet. I liked feeling her heartbeat slow against mine.

After a minute she lifted her head, cheeks flushed, eyes soft. She kissed me slow and lazy, then started rocking again, tiny movements, like she couldn’t bear to stop.

I smiled against her lips. "Greedy this morning."

She hummed, pleased with herself. "You feel too good."

I let her play for a while longer, let her build herself up again with those slow, teasing rolls. When she started whimpering into my mouth, chasing a second one, I finally moved. Just gentle thrusts up into her, matching her rhythm, drawing it out until she came again, softer this time, trembling and clinging to me.

Only then did I roll us over, still inside her, and finish slow and deep. I took my time, kissing her through every thrust, swallowing every small sound she made. When I came it felt endless, spilling into her while she stroked my hair and whispered my name like a secret.

We stayed tangled for a long time, legs twisted, hearts slowing together. Sunlight crept across the bed, warm on our skin.

Eventually I kissed her forehead. "We should shower. I’ll drive you home."

She went still. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around me tighter, like she could keep me there by force.

"No," she said, voice small but stubborn. "I don’t want to go home. I want to stay with you all day."

I pulled back just enough to see her face. She looked suddenly young, almost shy, cheeks pink from sex and something else.

"All day?" I asked, brushing hair from her eyes.

She nodded. "The whole day. And tonight. I just... I want more of this. More of you."

Her voice cracked on the last word, and something in my chest twisted.

I kissed her again, soft and slow, tasting the plea on her lips.

"Then stay," I said against her mouth. "We’re not going anywhere."

We stayed tangled under the duvet until the city noise grew louder and the light turned bright white through the curtains. Alicia traced my ribs with one lazy finger, then looked up at me, eyes soft and wicked.

"Shower," she said again, firmer this time. "A real one. Then the park."

I rolled out of bed and pulled her with me. She laughed when I lifted her off the floor, legs wrapping around my waist like it was the most natural thing. I carried her into the bathroom, the marble cool under my feet, and stepped us both into the huge glass shower before the water even warmed.

Cold spray hit us first. She squealed and pressed tighter against me, but I didn’t let her down. I turned the dial until steam poured out and the water ran hot down our skin. Only then did I set her on her feet, back against the tiled wall.

I kissed her slow, swallowing the little gasps the heat pulled from her throat. My hands slid over wet skin, soap forgotten for now, just feeling her. She was slippery, soft, trembling. I dropped to my knees without warning.

"Malachi—"

I pushed her thighs apart and licked one long stripe up her center. She cried out, hands flying to my hair. The water pounded over us, loud enough to cover the sounds she couldn’t hold back. I took my time: slow circles around her clit, gentle sucks, two fingers sliding inside her and curling just right. She came fast the first time, thighs shaking around my ears, hips jerking against my tongue.

I stood, turned her around, pressed her chest to the glass. The city sparkled twenty floors below, but no one could see us through the steam. I slid into her from behind in one smooth thrust. She moaned, loud and broken, palms flat on the fogged glass.

I fucked her slow. Deep. Every stroke deliberate, letting her feel every inch. Water ran down her back, over my hands gripping her hips. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles until she came again, clenching so hard around me I had to grit my teeth to keep control.

When she went limp I pulled out, turned her, lifted her leg over my hip and slid back in face-to-face. We kissed through it, messy and desperate, water in our mouths. I took her right there against the wall until she was sobbing my name and I finally let go, spilling inside her with a groan that echoed off the tiles.

We stayed under the spray a long time after, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Eventually I shut the water off and wrapped her in a thick hotel towel.

She smiled up at me, cheeks flushed, hair dripping. "Now we can go to the park."

I kissed her once more, slow and promising. "Dress light, baby. We’re not done."