I was in town for my sister’s wedding, feeling a bit out of place among the flurry of relatives I hadn’t seen in years. That’s when I first noticed Friderika, the bride’s best friend. She was a vision, with her fiery red hair and curves that could make a grown man weep. I was introduced to her as Nataniel, the brother of the bride. We hit it off instantly, our laughter echoing through the crowded room.
Later that night, after the rehearsal dinner, we found ourselves alone in the balcony. “So, Nataniel,” she said, her voice a sultry purr, “what do you do when you’re not being the perfect brother?”
I leaned in, close enough to see the flecks of gold in her green eyes. “I’m not always perfect,” I whispered, “but I’m great at making people forget their problems.”
She raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. “Is that so?”
I nodded, my hand reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “It is.”
The night of the wedding, I watched her dance with my sister, her laughter infectious. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. After the final dance, she found me by the bar. “You know,” she said, her voice low, “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other night.”
I smirked, taking a sip of my drink. “Oh yeah? What was that?”
She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. “I think I’d like to find out just how good you are at making people forget their problems.”
I turned to face her, my eyes locked onto hers. “I think I can arrange that.”
We snuck away to my hotel room, our bodies pressed together as we stumbled through the door. I kicked it shut behind us, our lips crashing together in a frenzy of pent-up desire. She tasted like champagne and sin, her lips soft and inviting.
Our clothes hit the floor in a hurried flurry, our bodies desperate to be closer. I trailed kisses down her neck, her soft moans driving me wild. I cupped her breasts in my hands, her nipples hardening against my palms. I took one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and she arched her back, pressing herself further into me.
I moved lower, my tongue licking a path down her stomach. She was already wet, her arousal coating her inner thighs. I licked her slowly, savoring her taste, her moans growing louder and more insistent. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upwards, and she cried out, her hips bucking against my hand.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair. “More. I want more.”
I grinned, my cock aching with need. I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip. She whimpered, trying to pull me in. “Patience,” I whispered, my voice low. “I want to savor this.”
I slid inside her, her tight heat enveloping me. She felt incredible, her muscles clenching around me as I moved. I started slow, our bodies finding a rhythm together. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, urging me on.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice a ragged whisper. “Fuck me harder, Nataniel.”
I obliged, my hips slamming into hers. She met each thrust with a cry, her nails digging into my back. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing around me. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, and she exploded, her body convulsing as she came.
I pulled out, my cock throbbing, precum dripping from the tip. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
I grinned, my cock twitching in anticipation. “You asked for it,” I said, positioning myself above her face.
She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. I groaned, my hips moving as I fucked her face, her moans vibrating against my sensitive skin. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight.
“Fuck, Friderika,” I gasped, my hips moving faster. “I’m gonna come.”
She looked up at me, her eyes locked onto mine as I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her mouth with my cum. She swallowed, her throat working as she took it all.
I pulled back, my cock still twitching with aftershocks. She licked her lips, a satisfied smile playing on them. “Well, Nataniel,” she said, her voice low, “you certainly know how to make a girl forget her problems.”
I grinned, collapsing beside her on the bed. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”