His office. Late evening. Door locked. Heart hammers in my chest. Fabien’s words hang heavy: ‘Prove your gratitude.’ My cousin. Almost my brother. But his eyes burn with decades of pent-up hunger. Skin prickles. Heat rises from my core. I cross my legs, crush my tits under my blouse. Nipples harden against lace.
He teases. Stands close. Bulge strains his pants. Childhood memories flood: hide-and-seek in the closet, innocent touches turning electric. Poolside spying. Him jerking in bushes. Me fingering under towel. Pulse races. Throat dry. I unbutton my blouse. Breasts heave. He stares, cheeks flush like a boy.
The Fever
‘I’ve always wanted you,’ he confesses. Voice cracks. My pussy throbs. Divorce hell behind me. No sex for months. Just lonely fingers. Now, revenge on life. I rise. Press against him. Lips brush his cheek. Then mouth. Tongues clash. Fire ignites. Hands roam. Skirt hikes. He rips stockings, panties shred.
Desk edge bites my ass. Legs splay wide. His cock slams in. Thick. Veiny. Stretching me raw. Heart pounds like drum. Sweat beads on skin. His grip bruises hips. Thrusts savage. I scream. ‘Harder! Split me open!’ Pussy clenches. Juices flood. Skin slaps skin. Urgent. Possessive. Ours.
He growls. ‘Cum, you slut!’ I rub clit. Explosion rips through. Walls spasm. He erupts. Hot jets flood me. Body arches. Scream echoes. Muscles lock. Milk every drop. Collapse. Gasps fill air. But hunger lingers. Air cools slick folds. Cum drips. Obscene. Thrilling.
The Blaze
‘ Lick me.’ He drops. Tongue dives. Sucks clit. Laps our mess. Pleasure stabs sharp. I buck. Cum again. He rises. Kisses me. Taste us. Salty. Musky. My turn. Kneel. Cock red, slick. Swallow deep. Gag. Pump. Balls tighten. ‘Fuck my wife,’ he gasps. Shock. But words trigger him. Cum blasts chin, tongue. Swallow greedily. Drain him dry.
Exhaustion hits. Blackout on floor. Wake to his gaze. Sofa shadows. Body aches deliciously. Blouse open. Skirt hiked. No panties. Tits outlined. He smiles. ‘Beautiful.’ Clock ticks. Wife waits. But his words echo: seduce Charlotte. His fantasy. Her promise.
Pussy twitches. Tell him pool story. Two women showering. Moans. Fingers plunging. Licking to screams. I hike skirt. Finger myself. He strokes. Eyes locked. ‘Together.’ Build slow. Then frenzy. He spurts on my thigh. I shatter. Imagining her. Charlotte’s body under mine. Writhing. Obeying.
Skin still burns. Hearts slow. Uniqueness sinks in. Forbidden. Intense. Addictive. What now? Promise binds us. Seduction awaits. Pulse quickens again.