Forbidden Cravings

The soft fabric bunched up beneath us as we lay there, catching our breath. My chest pressed against her naked back, my softening cock still inside her warm, slick pussy, our combined juices slowly oozing out of her hole.

"Huff… huff…" Our breaths came in sync, heavy and ragged, as I propped myself up on my elbows, my body still trembling from the rush. I slid out of her gently and sat back against the headboard, the cool wood grounding me.

"Ahhh… that felt so good," I said, my voice rough but satisfied, a grin tugging at my lips as I ran a hand through my sweaty hair.

Elizabeth shifted, sitting up beside me, her dark hair a wild mess as she pushed it back from her flushed face. Her naked body was a vision—full big tits, soft curves, the body of a confident 38-year-old woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

"Truly," she said, her voice husky but relaxed, a small smile playing on her lips. "Finally, I feel a little relaxed. I was so pent up… I needed that."

I chuckled, leaning back against the headboard, my eyes tracing her curves. "Ehehe, I see," I said, my smile softening. "Glad I could help with that."

She turned to me, her eyes narrowing slightly, a smirk curling her lips as her tone shifted to something more serious. "But make no mistake, Ezra," she said, her voice firm but playful. "This happens rarely."

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" I asked, my head tilting as I watched her, still catching my breath.

Elizabeth stood, her movements graceful as she grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiping her pussy clean with a casual ease that made my pulse jump.

"More often, I'm the one fucking the man, not the other way around," she said, her voice dripping with confidence as she tossed the tissue aside.

She reached for her dark cream lace panties, slipping them on, then picked up her sheer silk gown, wrapping it around her with a single knot at the waist. The fabric clung to her curves, her boobs visible through the transparent material, her bra left on the floor. She didn't seem to care, and that boldness only made her hotter.

I grinned, memories of our first night at Heaven's Feel flashing through my mind—her tying me to that red cross, then the bed, taking control in ways I'd never forget. My smile tensed a little, the intensity of that night rushing back.

"Oh, right," I said, my voice light but edged with nerves. "That's what you did to me when we first met. Had me tied up and everything."

She laughed, a low, throaty sound, as she turned to face me, her dark hair falling over one eye, giving her a sultry, dangerous look.

"Exactly," she said, stepping closer to the bed, her hips swaying slightly. "That's how I am… until I'm so deprived of sex and then I just need to be fucked like a dog, like just now."

I leaned forward, resting my arms on my knees, my eyes locked on her. "Guess I got lucky then," I said, my voice teasing as I took in the sight of her—half-dressed, confident, and still glowing from what we'd done.

"For now, yes," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned closer, her hair brushing her cheek. "But don't forget, Ezra, we've got the whole day ahead of us."

I swallowed hard, my grin widening despite the nervous flutter in my chest. "Oh, I'm not forgetting," I said, my voice low as I met her gaze. "You're gonna keep me on my toes, aren't you?"

I stood up, my body still buzzing from the rush, and grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiping my dick clean before slipping on my underwear.

Elizabeth had already risen over the counter across the room, her sheer silk gown tied loosely at her waist, her curves visible through the transparent fabric.

She picked up the frothy shake the maid, Clara, had brought earlier, her legs crossing elegantly as she leaned against the counter, sipping it with a grace that made her look like she belonged on a magazine cover.

I walked over to her, my bare feet cool against the marble, stopping just close enough to feel the warmth of her presence.

"So, we just gonna sit at home and fuck all day?" I asked, my voice teasing, a grin tugging at my lips as I leaned against the counter beside her.

She finished her shake, setting the glass down with a soft tap, and turned to me, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"Nah," she said, her voice light but playful. "Let's watch a movie together, cook something, do all sorts of things together." She tilted her head, her lips curving into a smile. "You know, like a proper day."

I raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "A proper day, huh? Didn't peg you for the domestic type."

She laughed, a low, throaty sound, and stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my neck, her fingers brushing the back of my head. "Oh, I'm full of surprises, Ezra," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Are you hungry now?"

"A little, yeah," I admitted, my hands settling on her hips, feeling the soft silk of her gown under my fingers.

We leaned into each other, our foreheads touching, and shared slow, gentle kisses, our lips brushing softly, the heat from earlier softening into something warmer, almost tender. Her breath was sweet from the shake, her body close enough that I could feel her heartbeat.

Meanwhile, miles away, in a place I couldn't see, Aeri sat alone on the sagging couch in my small apartment. The room was dim, the curtains half-drawn.

Aeri's arms rested on her knees, her head bowed, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. Her fingers brushed her face, wiping at the dampness, but the ache in her chest didn't ease.

On the coffee table in front of her, her phone screen glowed, displaying a wallpaper of us—me and her, laughing, sharing a stick of pink cotton candy under a bright summer sky, our smiles wide and carefree.

"Ezra…" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, thick with regret. The memory of her harsh words, and the way she'd broken my heart hung heavy in the air. She stared at the photo, her tears falling faster.