Chapter 22: Addicted to our moments

She looked pleased. “That’s nearly six hours from now. Meet me in the kitchen. No clothes.”

I nodded and closed my laptop, finally giving the poor thing a break. I finished cleaning off my cock and went upstairs completely naked and bringing only my cellphone in case the parents called suddenly.

I had just made it to the kitchen when Alexa came bouncing downstairs, gloriously naked. Beaming a megawatt smile like no one else I knew could, she strode up to me and threw herself into my arms, pressing her lips to mine and kissing me deeply. I held her tight and returned the kiss with interest, thrilled to feel her body next to mine and thankful that I didn’t immediately get hard at her touch.

Hands wandered and roamed, caressing and exploring as we kissed, tongues tangling, tasting one another’s mouths. This was, hands down, the most thrilling and intoxicating thing I’d ever done. And I hadn’t even f•©ked her.

Alexa moaned as she leaned herself back against the kitchen island, my body pressing into her. I could feel her still moist netherlips against my cock and we both shivered at the sensation. Our hips squirmed slightly as we expressed a mutual and taboo desire for one another.

She broke the kiss and looked up into my eyes, taking my hands and placing them on her breasts. I squeezed and massaged them, causing her to moan loudly, her head falling back, her voluminous golden hair cascading across the kitchen island. I brushed my thumbs over her nipples, causing her to shudder and gasp. I pinched them gently between my thumb and forefinger and she bit her lip, almost keening or whining in pleasure.

She hugged me again, trembling, her face buried in my shoulder.

“Okay ... okay...” she murmured. “I’ve got to stop ... or I won’t be able to ... oh God...”

Reluctantly I complied, but I knew exactly what she meant. There was a bridge we weren’t prepared to cross and we had come real close, real quickly. We had explosive sexual chemistry, apparently, made all the more agonizing by the fact that she was my aunt. I released the hug and stood in front of her, looking down at her, my hands on her arms. My cock was still pressed to her pussy, but neither of us said anything about it.