In love with my best friend (Casualty)

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Iain opened the door to his flat. He saw Britt there. She had a grin on her face. "Told you we would have a rain check," she said as she pushed him into the room.

Iain grabbed her hips and pulled her close against him. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said.

"I want to. I've waited ages to be able to have you fuck me again. And I'm not going to break. I promise."

Iain smirked. "You won't break. But the bed might," he said as he pressed his lips against Britt's.

Their clothes were scattered across the flat by the time she pushed him onto her bed. Crawling on top of him she ran her fingers lightly up his length.

Iain's head was lifted, watching as the wet, pink muscle escaped her lips, coating the appendage.

He exhaled when her eyes met with his, drifting his own to her mouth to watch his length disappear between her lips.

"Turn this way." He grunted pulling her so that he could pleasure her as well.

He could no longer see her hands or mouth or... "fuck," he inhaled the word when her tongue swirled, grazing the sensitive frenulum on the underside of his tip.

Her actions were intensified by his inability to view her, his tongue pressing against her in an effort to distract himself.

She bobbed him deeper as he tongued her, swirling her clit as best he could with her hips bouncing. The angle wasn't the greatest as it was and he needed her still.

Iain gently rolled them so she was beneath him, checking that she could breathe before pumping his hips once.

Sophia moaned around him and he smiled returning his focus to her momentarily abandoned clit. He sucked the sensitive bud between his lips, pumping his hips into her when she groaned.

He felt her throat relax, his own groan escaping when his head slipped within the confines, the vibrations of which caused her hips to jerk.

He doubled down on his efforts, needing her to finish before the moaning and groaning around his shaft effected him more than he wanted.

If her fingers began with the exploration she'd hinted at knowledge of the night before, he was done for.

Hands gripped the back of his thighs as she stiffened, her body arching into him in her hips attempt to pull away.

He followed, rotating his lips around her clit as he drew it between his lips once more. She shuttered beneath him, her groan stifled by the involuntary curling of his hips.

"Fuck," he hissed, pulling out of her, "are you ok?"

Britt smiled, lifting up to her elbows. "Better than ok."

He smirked as he opened the condom, rolling it on. His body hovered above hers moments later, his breath grazing the plump flesh of her bottom lip, latching on when she pushed up to connect them.

Hands squeezed his ass tugging him towards her entrance, a request he happily acquiesced. The soft warmth wrapped around him as her moan reverberated through his chest, warming him in a different way.