Her eyes met mine again, shy but soft, like she was trying not to drown in the warmth we'd just built between us.
I didn't rush it. I stepped closer, heart pounding but calm on the outside. My fingers gently lifted her chin, and for a second, I just looked at her. She was beautiful in a way that stopped the world. That kind of beautiful that didn't come from effort or polish, just… existence. Like she was born to be looked at by someone who could actually see her.
So I did what felt natural.
I kissed her.
Not rough. Not greedy. Just… deep. Like I was tasting a secret she didn't even know she held. Her lips trembled a little at first, like she wasn't sure if she could handle it, but then she melted. Slowly. One breath at a time, like she didn't wanna be anywhere else in the world.
I reached for her face first, brushing my thumb across her jaw. "You're nervous," I murmured.
"I should be," she said, voice barely there.
I smiled. "So am I."
Her eyes flicked up, surprised.
"I've never done this either," I confessed, "but I've seen enough 'stuff' to know how to drive someone crazy."
I kissed her. A new kiss. Not picking up where we left off. This one was its own moment—slow, wet, deep. I pressed into her lips like I was writing a message she could only read if her heart beat fast enough. And it did. I felt it. Her body was trembling against mine, and I hadn't even touched her properly yet.
My hands moved to her shoulders, my wet fingers slipping under the straps of her gown. Her breath hitched. She didn't stop me. She was watching my eyes, her chest rising and falling like she'd run a mile just from this.
I let the straps fall.
The gown slid down slowly, brushing against her skin like even the fabric wanted to savor her. Her collarbones came into view first—delicate and kissable. Then her chest, inch by inch, until her breasts were fully exposed.
And fuck me—
They were perfect.
Full, soft, with this natural weight that made them bounce slightly with each breath. Her nipples were already stiff—tight little peaks in a soft sea of flesh that made my mouth water. Each one had that deep rose tint, like they'd been kissed by warmth before I even got there.
I cupped one slowly, the weight of it falling into my palm like it belonged there. Soft. Silky. Her skin was warm, and the way her nipple brushed my thumb sent a little tremble through her entire body.
Her back arched, chest pressing into my hands, like she wanted me to feel more.
I did.
I kneaded gently, slow squeezes that matched the rhythm of our breathing. I leaned in and kissed the curve underneath, tasting her skin—soft, salty from heat, addictive like sin.
The gown kept falling.
My eyes dropped as it slid past her waist… and her body?
Goddamn.
Her stomach was smooth, flat but not hard—feminine and soft in all the right ways. Her hips curved out perfectly, like her whole body had been sculpted to drive someone wild. And lower?
That little patch of trimmed hair between her legs barely hid anything. Her pussy glistened slightly in the soft light—already moist. Not dripping. Not gushing. But there. That shine. That wetness. That silent confession.
She wanted me.
I knelt in front of her, face level with the most sacred part of her body. I didn't dive in. I didn't even kiss it. I just looked.
The way her folds pressed together, slick and warm. The soft lines. The slight part in the middle where her arousal gathered. I reached out and ran two fingers along her outer lips—slow, tender.
She gasped.
I didn't go inside. I didn't rub her clit. Just that light touch. Her thighs twitched, and her hands grabbed my shoulders to steady herself.
"You're soaked," I whispered, eyes flicking up to hers.
Her face was red, pupils blown wide. She bit her lip, embarrassed but burning.
I stood again, rising up to meet her bare skin with mine. And when I did—when our bodies pressed together fully?
Everything changed.
Her bare breasts against my wet chest made her gasp. But it wasn't until my cock pressed between her thighs that she froze.
And yeah. I'm big.
Monstrous. Not anime-level fantasy shit. But thick. Long. Enough to make her breath catch when she felt the weight of it press right against her pussy. No barrier. Just skin on skin. Wet heat on thick flesh.
I could feel her folds split slightly, welcoming me in just a little—not inside, but resting against her like they were made to line up.
She moaned.
And I wasn't even inside her.
My hands slid down to her ass—round, full, so soft it almost made my knees weak. I grabbed both cheeks, pulled her close, and let her feel every inch of my cock between her thighs. The base rubbed her lips, the tip rested just above her mound. She tilted her hips forward instinctively, grinding into me without realizing.
"Feel that?" I whispered against her ear.
She nodded. Couldn't speak.
"That's what you do to me."
She clung to my arms like her legs were giving up. My hands stayed on her ass, massaging, squeezing, holding her steady as I kissed her again—deep and long, like I was anchoring her with my mouth.
We stood like that, body on body, heat on heat. Her pussy pressed against my dick, her nipples dragging across my chest every time she breathed.
She was trembling, her thighs slick with more than just water now. And I was harder than I'd ever been in my life.
But I didn't fuck her.
Not yet.
I just wanted her to know what it felt like to be touched, to be seen, to be worshiped like every part of her body deserved it.
And tonight—she would remember every single second.
I settled her down not to overwhelm her...
Her breath tickled against my neck as I held her close, her body still trembling from the kiss that stole the ground from beneath her. The air between us felt sacred now—like something had shifted. I looked down into her eyes, glassy with heat and hesitation, and felt her fingers clench lightly against my chest, as if she was holding onto me to stay grounded in this storm we were becoming.
I leaned down again, brushing my lips over hers—not rushed, not greedy—just a slow, deep promise. Her mouth opened for me on instinct, and I took my time, tasting her, feeling the way her lips molded to mine like they were made for it.
"Marcus~~.Ahh~ little brother..."
Her soft moan slipped into my mouth, and my hand found the side of her neck, tracing the delicate line of her jaw, then sliding back to cradle her head.
This wasn't just a kiss anymore. This was me worshipping her slowly, piece by piece, wordlessly.
Her hands slid up around my shoulders, pulling me closer, tighter. And when our bare chests finally met, skin to skin, it was like fire. Her nipples were hard against me, pressing gently as she gasped into my mouth. My body answered without hesitation, growing harder against her belly, thick and heavy. I felt her shudder when it pressed between us—she wasn't shy anymore. Just overwhelmed.
I drew back only enough to look down at her. "You're beautiful," I whispered, tracing her cheek with my thumb. "Like... unfairly beautiful."
She blinked up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes wide like I'd just confessed to something sacred.
I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then slowly down her neck, dragging my lips over that soft, sensitive skin. She tilted her head to give me more, her breath catching when I nipped lightly at the spot beneath her ear.
"I want to feel all of you again," I said against her skin. "Slowly."
She didn't answer, just nodded, her fingers threading into my hair.
I slipped one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She gasped, but wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head against me.
I walked us over to the tub—still warm, steam gently rising—and stepped in, kneeling down with her still held close.
Her gown floated for a second before I gently pulled it off her, dragging the soaked fabric down over her shoulders. Inch by inch from down where it had fallen as if I was undressing her again, her skin revealed itself to me again making the scene feel new any beautifully memorable—creamy, smooth, and flushed from all the touching.
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Just admit it already, this is good. I cooked with one fucking heart...
When it comes to these scenes, I'm unmatched like it or not. I fear my self too.