Craving My BIL: His Size That Made Me Hungry

"Stay still Isabela," His voice growled against my lips. I felt his breath fan at my face, I was very excited. I couldn't move. I was completely pinned under his frame, we both were naked. our naked skin is slick and burning together.

"Please..." I whispered, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders. 

He didn't answer. His hand slid down on my body and guided his hard swallow dick to my opening hole. When he pushed the top of his cock inside, I moaned out loud.  He was about to fuck me—

I gasped, my eyes flying open and I sat bolt upright.

I was cold and sweating. The silence of my empty bedroom crashed over me, broken only by the thunder slamming at the windows of the Cape Town estate.

My heart was beating frantically against my ribs. I was completely alone, shivering, yet my nipples were swollen and hard. I might have pressed them while dreaming, and a tight ache was still pulsing deep inside my vagina. 

It was 6:00 AM.I walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. My green gown was opened, exposing my whole body. My swollen nipples were hard. Walton was thousands of miles away.

I was only twenty-two, when I got  married to Walton, four months ago, but he had left for London just one week after our wedding. To make matters worse, my periods had started on our wedding day, so we never even had real intimacy before he boarded that plane.

I checked my phone. No calls, no messages, no w******p. I needed to wash away the restless ache, so I turned on the taps and filled the tub with hot water. I was completely fed up with this life. Living all alone in this massive, empty room, the intense craving for intimacy had started consuming me day and night. My body was full of life, yet it was being left to wither away without ever knowing what a man's touch actually felt like.

I walked over to the wardrobe to pick out a dress and get ready for the day. Just as I pulled a hanger out, a sudden knock on the bedroom door startled me.

My heart skipped a beat. Who could it be at this hour? Assuming it must be something urgent, I quickly wrapped the open green gown back around myself and hurried to the door. My b**bs were bouncing.

When I pulled it open, my breath hitched. Standing in the hallway was my brother-in-law.

A wave of confusion washed over me. What on earth is he doing here right now?

"Is everything okay?" I asked, trying to sound casual as I tightened the grip on my gown. "What are you doing here at this time? Is something wrong?"

He looked at me, his eyes momentarily lingering before he spoke. "I think the faucet in my bathroom is broken, and there's no water coming out of my shower. Do you mind if I use your bathroom to take a bath?"

I tightened the grip on my gown, feeling incredibly naked under his gaze.

"Actually, right now isn't really a good time," I said quickly, keeping my voice firm. "I just filled the tub for myself, and I was about to get in. Maybe you should call the estate manager to fix yours?"

Instead of backing down, he took a small step closer, leaning against the doorframe.

"Come on, Isabela, it’ll only take a few minutes," he said, his voice dropping a pitch. "The manager won't be awake for hours, and I have an early meeting I can't miss. I just need a quick rinse."