Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 66: Making Out (R-18)

Chapter 66: Making Out (R-18)

The dining table sat cluttered with breakfast leftovers—pancake crumbs, sticky syrup smudges, and a half-empty bowl of strawberries glowing in the sunlight. Aeri and I were pressed close, side by side, our lips locked in a kiss that tasted like sweetness and warmth.

Her mouth moved soft against mine, a slow dance of breath and heat, and I felt her hand slide up, her fingers cupping my cheek, gentle but sure.

I pulled back just enough to see her face, her eyes still closed, lashes dark against her flushed cheeks.

A grin tugged at my lips. "You’re not resisting today? Or showing hesitation?" I teased, keeping my voice low, playful.

Her eyes fluttered open, and her face went pink, a blush spreading fast. "D-don’t tease me..." she stammered, her hand dropping to my shoulder like she was caught off guard. Her blue one-piece dress clung to her, the fabric slipping a little to show the curve of her collarbone, and I couldn’t look away.

"Teasing is half the fun," I said and grabbed her hand, quick and pulled her toward me.

In one move, I lifted her up, her legs swinging as I pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me, her thighs settling warm against mine, the chair creaking under our weight.

"Ahh—Ezra!" she gasped, her hands grabbing my shoulders for balance, her voice a mix of surprise and laughter. But I didn’t let her finish—just leaned in and kissed her again, hard and deep, swallowing her words.

Her lips parted, kissing me back, and the heat between us flared like a spark hitting dry grass.

My hands slid down, finding her ass, grabbing it through the thin fabric of her dress. She let out a soft moan into my mouth and started moving, gliding herself against me, her hips rocking slow and deliberate. I could feel my dick hardening under her, straining against my pants, and she pressed down harder, rubbing right where it counted, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"Damn, Aeri..." I mumbled against her lips, my voice rough, one hand sliding up to grope her boob, squeezing through the dress. Her boobs bigger than my palm.

I reached for the side of her dress, finding the little knot holding it together, and opened it loose with one quick pull. The fabric fell open, sliding off her shoulders, and her boobs spilled free, full and soft, catching the sunlight in a way that made my breath catch.

"Ahh man..I love them so much." I didn’t wait—leaned in and buried my face between them, her large boobs warm and smooth against my face.

"Ahh..." she gasped, her hands flying to my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer, pressing my face into her boobs. Her heart was pounding, I could feel it, and her breath came quick, little moans slipping out as she kept rocking against my dick.

She leaned down, kissing me again, her hands sliding down my chest, nails grazing my t-shirt as she ground harder against me.

"Arhmm.." I groaned, grabbing her ass again, pulling her tight to keep up the rhythm.

The table, the pancakes, the whole damn apartment faded away—it was just her, her weight on me.

I groped her boobs more, squeezing gently, and I felt her nipples harden as I twisted them just a little, teasing.

She let out a soft "Ahh..." her moan low, her hips grinding harder against me. I could feel her panties soaking through, the heat of her pressing against my dick, making it throb under my pants.

I leaned in, sucking one nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, tasting her skin—sweet and a little salty from sweat.

"Come here, sweetheart," I said, my voice rough as I grabbed her ass, lifting her up like she weighed nothing.

Her legs locked around my waist, thighs tight against my hips, and she clung to me, her face buried in my neck, her breath hot against my skin.

I turned to the table—pancakes and plates still scattered across it—and with one arm, I shoved everything to the side. Plates clattered, a glass tipped over, water spilling onto the wood, but I didn’t care.

I laid her down, her back hitting the table with a soft thud, her dress pooling around her waist, leaving her half-naked and flushed under the morning light.

"Ahm... at least let’s do this on the bed," Aeri said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and laughter, her cheeks pink as she propped herself up on her elbows. "This is so... embarrassin."

I grinned, leaning over her, my hands braced on either side of her.

"We’ll get to the bed later," I said, kissing her quick, stealing her breath. "But I can’t wait anymore. You’re too cute today." My lips brushed hers again, slower this time, and she melted into it.

"Too cute, huh?" she mumbled against my mouth.

"Yes!" I said, pulling back to kiss her neck, my lips smooching the soft skin there, tracing a path down with my tongue. She shivered under me, her hands gripping the edge of the table. I kept going, kissing lower, until I reached her dark blue lace panties, the fabric stretched tight against her. I pressed a slow, deliberate kiss right there, feeling the heat through the lace.

"Ahmm..." she gasped, her hips twitching up, her thighs trembling just a little. Her hands flew to my head, fingers tangling in my hair again, like she didn’t know whether to pull me closer or push me away.

I looked up at her, grinning. "So wet, Aeri," I said, my voice low, teasing. "How much were you wanting this?"

Her face going redder. "Shut up," she said, half-laughing, half-embarrassed, her eyes darting away.

I hooked my fingers into the hem of her panties and slid the lace down her thighs, slow and careful, letting it drop to the floor. She was fully naked now, her hole glowing in the sunlight, her pussy glistening as I spread her thighs wider, positioning myself between her legs.

"Ezra..." she whispered, her voice softer now, almost nervous, but she didn’t stop me.