Chapter 7

Without another word, I leaned in, my mouth opening in a subtle invitation. I even went so far as to wiggle my tongue, the movement almost imperceptible, yet enough to signal to her that I was ready, that I was waiting for her to make the next move.

For a moment, she hesitated, her body frozen in indecision. Then, with a quiet resolve, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

As our tongues intertwined, I could feel the tension within her begin to dissipate, her initial passivity giving way to a growing sense of urgency. At first, she was hesitant, her movements tentative and unsure. But as the moments ticked by, she began to open up, her tongue dancing with mine in a slow, sensual rhythm that seemed to build in intensity with each passing second.

As she attempted to break free, I gently yet firmly guided her head back down with my hand, refusing to let her escape the intensity of our kiss. Her struggles eventually subsided, and we surrendered to the passion, our lips moving in perfect harmony as we shared each breath. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the depths of our desire.

A trickle of saliva escaped our joined lips, slowly making its way down our chins, a tangible reminder of the fervor that burned between us.

But as the kiss reached its crescendo, I suddenly snapped back to reality, my senses heightened and my focus sharpened. The kiss, as incredible as it was, was merely the beginning – a tantalizing prelude to the true passion that was yet to come.

A low, guttural groan escaped my lips as I reluctantly tore myself away from her, our lips parting with a soft, wet sound. A delicate, silvery thread of saliva stretched between us, glistening in the light before slowly breaking, leaving us both breathless and wanting more.

Without hesitation, I grasped the hem of her shirt and ripped it off with a force that sent buttons flying in all directions, the sound of them scattering across the floor echoing through the air. As the fabric tore away, her breasts, previously hidden from view, were finally revealed in all their glory, heaving with each ragged breath she took.

The sight of her fully exposed chest left me momentarily stunned, my eyes drinking in the beauty that lay before me. I had never imagined that such a breathtaking sight could exist in this world – a true masterpiece of nature that defied all logic and reason.

Her breasts were a majestic G-cup, a bosom so full and lush that it required both hands to fully appreciate its splendor. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch, to explore the gentle curves and contours that lay before me. I lifted one breast with my hand, cradling it in my palm as if it were a precious gem.

The moment my skin touched hers, a soft, melodic cry escaped her lips, a sound that was both a gasp of shock and a moan of pleasure. “Ahhh...!” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

It was a weight that pressed down upon me, yet at the same time, it was a splendor that left me in awe. The sheer magnitude of the moment was crushing, yet it was a burden I was eager to bear.

As I lowered my head, my lips instinctively sought out the dark brown nipple that beckoned to me. The breast was a marvel of lush proportions, and the nipple that crowned it was equally impressive. I lavished it with attention, my tongue dancing across its surface with gentle licks before I surrendered to the primal urge to suckle. My mouth closed around it, and I drew upon it with a fierce hunger.

The sound that escaped her lips was a low, throaty moan, a primal expression of the pleasure that coursed through her veins. “Hngggg!!” The cry was music to my ears, a symphony of delight that only served to heighten my own arousal.

I refused to relinquish my hold, my mouth working tirelessly to coax forth every last drop of pleasure. It was as if some long-forgotten instinct had awakened within me, commanding me to claim this nipple as my own. I was powerless to resist its dictates, and so I obeyed, my lips and tongue moving in perfect synchrony.

The sounds that filled the air were a testament to my ardor - the smack of my lips, the suck of my mouth, the slurp of my tongue. Each one was a declaration of my desire, a paean to the beauty that lay before me.