Letting Go

Anya Olsen never could resist giving her brother’s best friend that flirty grin across the kitchen table. Turns out the guy was paying attention. When he finally asked her out, things clicked from the jump. Dinner flew by. Then his place. Clothes hit the floor in a hurry. She climbed onto him, legs tight around his hips, guiding him in until he filled her deep. They moved like they’d been waiting weeks for this exact angle. Skin slapped, breath caught, hands gripped wherever they landed. Every thrust sent sparks right up her spine. She clenched around him, moaning low when her climax hit so hard her toes curled. He followed right after, hips jerking, groaning against her neck as he emptied everything inside. They laughed breathlessly, sweaty and satisfied, like two people who knew the night was still young.