Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 48: Sweet Moment Together

Chapter 48: Sweet Moment Together

"Ahh... it feels so good, Aeri..." I said, my voice low and lazy, sliding my dick in and out of her slow, feeling the afterglow of my orgasm settle in.

The bed was a wreck—sheets wet and bunched up under us—the morning light sneaking through the curtains, warming her naked skin as she lay in front of me, her back still pressed to my chest. My breath was heavy, my body buzzing soft from the high, her heat still wrapped around me.

"Ahmm*... ahhh... huff*..." Aeri moaned, all out of breath, her voice shaky and soft as she panted, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty neck.

Her legs twitched a little, her hands resting limp on the mattress, her boobs rising and falling fast as she tried to catch up, her whole body tingling from what we’d just done.

"What about you, Aeri? Did you enjoy it with me?" I asked, grinning as I leaned over her from the side, my hand sliding up to grope her boobs—soft, warm, filling my palm as I squeezed gentle, teasing her. I propped myself up on one elbow, looking down at her flushed face, her eyes squeezed shut, a little smile tugging at my lips.

"Ahm*... go away, Ezra... stop teasing me," she mumbled, her voice all wobbly and quiet, her eyes still closed tight like she could block me out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you won’t admit it anytime soon," I said, sitting up slow. "But I don’t mind waiting an eternity for you." My voice softened, half-teasing, half-real, the bed creaking faintly as I moved, my legs untangling from hers, my dick slipping out now, leaving us both sticky and warm.

She sat up too, slow and clumsy, grabbing the sheet quick and pulling it up to cover her chest, her boobs pressing against it as she held it tight.

Her face was red, her dark eyes flicking to mine, then away, blushing hard as she stared at me—messy hair, bare shoulders, sitting there like nothing had happened.

"Hmph*... you’re mean," she said, her voice pouty, standing up from the bed fast, the sheet slipping a little before she caught it, her legs wobbly as she stepped onto the rug.

"I’m going now," she added, turning toward the door, her dolphin shorts and panties still on the floor somewhere.

"Aeri..." I called, my voice soft but firm, reaching out to grab her hand before she could take another step. My fingers closed around her wrist—warm, delicate—stopping her in her tracks.

"What now—" she said, spinning around quick, her tone sharp but curious, her dark hair swinging as she faced me,

*Kiss*

—I stood up fast, stepping in front of her, my hands cupping her cheeks—soft, hot under my palms—and kissed her deep, cutting her off.

Her eyes went wide, big and startled, then softened slow, fluttering half-shut as she leaned into it. Our lips mingled, warm and gentle, her breath brushing mine, her free hand hovering in the air, swaying like she didn’t know what to do with it.

Then it landed light on my shoulders, her fingers curling there, holding on as she kissed me back.

"Thank you..." I said, pulling back slow, my voice quiet, real, leaning my forehead against hers—head to head, my eyes closing as I stayed there, breathing her in.

My hands slid down to her arms, holding her close, the weight of everything—her, us, this morning—sinking in soft and heavy.

Her face was redder now, her blush glowing bright as she gulped hard, her dark eyes locked on mine, wide and searching. She could see it—how genuine I felt, how much I meant it—her breath catching a little as she stared.

"Ezra..." she whispered, her voice barely there, her hand tightening on my shoulder for a sec before loosening, her lips parting like she wanted to say more but couldn’t find the words.

"You don’t have to say anything," I said, smiling soft,

"I should make breakfast now..." Aeri said soft, her voice warm as she held my cheeks, her fingers gentle against my skin before she pulled back slow.

"Hmm," I nodded quiet, watching her go, my own smile tugging at my lips, a comfy feeling settling in my chest.

She walked barefoot across the room, her dolphin shorts and panties still scattered on the floor, and slipped out of the room naked, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft *thud*. I flopped back onto the bed, the sheets cool against my bare back now, grinning to myself as the morning light spilled in, the birds chirping outside like everything was right for once.

Outside, Aeri paused, leaning against the door frame in the hall, her shoulder pressing into the wood. She looked down at the floor, her dark hair falling over her face, and smiled to herself—small, private, her cheeks still warm from everything.

She shook her head a little, like she was shaking off the moment, then pushed off the frame, heading for the bathroom, her steps light on the hardwood, the house quiet around her.

About forty minutes later, we were sitting side by side at the dining table in the hall, the smell of fresh breakfast filling the air—scrambled eggs, toast, a little bowl of fruit she’d thrown together fast.

I scooped up a bite of eggs, my fork clinking against the plate. "Umm... it’s good," I said, my voice lively for the first time all morning, digging in fast—too fast. *Cough*—I choked a little, the food catching in my throat, my hand flying to my chest as I hacked.

"Here, here..." Aeri said quick, her voice soft but worried, sliding a glass of water across the table to me. "Eat slow, Ezra, or it’ll go down your lungs," she said, her dark eyes wide, creasing with concern as she leaned closer, her hand hovering like she might pat my back.

"Ahh..." I exhaled loud after a big gulp of water, the coolness clearing my throat as I set the glass down with a *clink*. "Yes, yes, sorry," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning at her, my hair still messy from bed, falling into my eyes.

She pouted, her lips pushing out cute and annoyed, turning her face back to her plate, her fork poking at a piece of toast like she was mad at it. "You’re such a kid sometimes," she muttered under her breath.

"Aeri... here," I said, catching her eye as I turned to her, holding up my fork with a spoonful of eggs and a little chunk of toast, leaning closer. "Try this," I added, smiling big, waiting for her to look.

She turned her head fast, her eyes landing on the food, then flicking up to meet mine—both of them, steady and warm.

Her cheeks went slightly red, a blush creeping in as she hesitated, then leaned forward slow, her lips parting just enough. I slid the fork into her mouth, gentle, watching her close her lips around it, chewing quiet as she smiled at me, her eyes crinkling a little at the corners.

"It’s really tasty, right?" I said, cheerful, my voice bouncing as I pulled the fork back, resting it on my plate, grinning wide at her like a kid proud of his trick.

She nodded, swallowing soft, her smile growing. "Obviously—because I made it," she said, her tone all smug and playful.

I laughed, short and easy, ready to tease her back—when my phone buzzed hard in my pants pocket, a sharp vibration cutting through the moment.

I froze for a sec, my fork hovering over my plate, then set it down with a soft *clink*, taking the phone out slow.

My fingers brushed the screen as I flipped it over, the name lighting up bright, and my breath stopped cold in my lungs—*Sara*.

My chest tightened, my smile dropping fast, the cozy morning crashing hard as her name stared back at me, heavy and real.