Stepbrother Bad Boy's Baby Boxed Set(44)

Krystal rolled her eyes and smiled. "Agreed. No Steinman."

I looked through what I had, and quickly realized I didn't have anything appropriate for dancing. "Damn.... I'm not exactly set up in here for slow dancing. Fat Joe, Eminem, Ludacris, Linkin Park.... huh. Guess I listened to a lot of overly aggressive stuff when I was in high school."

Krystal came over and looked through the old CD album with me before shaking her head. "Wow. You definitely had some anger issues based off of your choice in music. You don't even have a guilty copy of Nelly Furtado or something like that around."

"I have an idea though," I said, going over to our bags. I pulled out my laptop computer and turned it on.

I pulled up Youtube, and typed in the search bar "slow romantic dance songs," selecting a playlist that popped up. I didn't know the song, but the saxophone that came out was sweet and sensual.

I've never been much of a slow dancer, tearing up the floor in the club is more my style. When I'd told Krystal that our first night knowing each other, I wasn't lying, even if I did have nefarious intentions at the time. However, the feeling of her lush curves resting against my hands, the look of her black eyes looking into mine, and the glow of her skin in the bedroom lamp light let me get past it, and our bodies moved together in their own rhythm. As the bass guitar and the horns led us, we came closer and closer, her breasts brushing against my chest and her arms coming to circle my neck. "Julian?" she asked, as the first song ended and we were so close I couldn't feel any space between us.

"Krystal?"

She pulled my head down. Her lips slid over mine, and I could feel the soft warmth of her breath on my skin as she traced down my throat to the V of my shirt. She brought her hands to the buttons, sliding them free while she kissed and sucked at the skin that was exposed.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I scooped her up into my arms, Krystal giving me a little squeak of surprise as I carried her over to the bed, tumbling into it with her. "I love you, Krystal Aksoy," I said as I ended up on top, pinning her wrists above her head.

"I love you too, Julian Castelbon."

We kissed again, hot and fierce, our tongues almost fighting with each other. Spending the whole day without being able to even hug or kiss had left both of us desperate, hungry for the other. I heard a seam tear as we tore at each other's clothes, and I wondered which of us had ripped the other's clothes off. Krystal had worn a soft summer dress after the pool, and her breasts were free underneath the flowing white cotton. I'd changed into my standard house wear of athletic pants and a t-shirt, so neither of us was wearing anything difficult to remove. I stroked my hands over her breasts while we kissed, amazed again at how beautiful she was. The soft swells fit my palm perfectly, with her hard brown nipple poking in between my fingers, stiff and responsive to my light pinches and massages. Krystal was gasping into my mouth, and I knew that she was wet and ready for me.

"How do you want it?" I asked her, looking into her eyes. It was one of the things that I'd found was so great about sex and making love with Krystal. When we were in the mood, we could make slow gentle love, face to face and exchanging soft kisses while our bodies moved together. It was some of the best feelings I'd ever felt.

That night though, we were both hungry for more. Krystal turned over and got on her knees, looking back over her shoulder at me. "You know what I need."

The sight of Krystal's firm, apple shaped ass pointed towards me, the soft lips of her * already gaping and glistening in the light was naughty, it was raunchy, and it was so erotic that I almost lost it for the first time in my life. My hands trembled a little when I took hold of her waist, and looked her in the eye. "So perfect."

Krystal kept her eyes on me as I sank my cock deep inside her, until my hips were settled against her glorious ass. The nights of almost constant sex had let her accommodate my size without any pain on her part, while at the same time she was still as tight and clingy as ever to me. Her mouth opened in a sexy looking O shape as I finished burying myself inside her, before breaking into a smile that set me on fire. She turned her head and lowered her chest to the mattress, reaching forward to hold onto the far end of the bed. I pulled back, letting her wonder for just a second before thrusting hard and fast, the sensation driving the breath out of both of us.

I'd love to tell you that I was able to give Krystal endless orgasms that lasted until the moon set and we were both trembling on the edge of exhaustion, but we'd been keyed up for too long. Instead, I hammered her hard and fast, my hips slapping sharply into her ass while she howled her pleasure into the sheets. I was glad the master bedroom was on the other side of the house as I couldn't hold back either, grunting and panting as her * massaged my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt my climax rushing up, and I sped up faster. "I'm close," I warned her, holding her trim waist tight as I felt my cock tremble inside her.

"Me too," she moaned in between little cries from the collision of our bodies, punctuated by the wet slapping sound. I counted backwards in my head to give myself that extra ten seconds of endurance, which was all I could muster, a rarity for me.

Thankfully, it was enough. "Fuuuuuccckkkkkkk," Krystal screeched into the blanket, followed maybe two seconds later by my incomprehensible grunt as I also orgasmed, my balls drawing up tight before almost painfully exploding, filling her with my come. I knew she wasn't on any protection, we'd talked about it, but neither of us cared. We'd let fate or karma decide that issue for us.