Forbidden Cravings

"Ahh... huff, huff..." Aeri panted, sitting on the cold tiles, her back against the door, her mouth open as she caught her breath, her chest heaving under her sweater. She turned her face toward me, her eyes teary, her body naked from the boobs down to her legs with only her shoes on.

"Arghh... Aeri..." I exhaled, looking down at her, my voice rough, my chest tight, my dick still hard, throbbing, the sight of her—flushed, teary—stirring something primal in me.

"Ezra..." Aeri said, her voice soft, shaky, her teary eyes meeting mine, wirh a small soft smile coming on her face and my instinct kicked up with the need to love her fiercer.

"Ahh, fuck... I’m still not done," I said, my voice raw, stepping closer, my dick rock hard, glistening with our mingled juices.

I stood over her, my heart racing, the need to feel her again, to claim her fully, overwhelming every rational thought, the guilt of Sara a fire I tried to smother with Aeri’s touch.

"Ezra... Sara must be waitin—" Aeri started, her voice hesitant, her eyes flicking toward the door, her worry about the restaurant, about Sara, creeping in.

I cut her off, cupping her cheeks with both hands, my eyes teary, burning with intensity.

"She can wait... but I can’t, when it’s about you," I said, my voice thick, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

I held her gaze, my tears mirroring hers, my chest tight with the weight of what I wasn’t saying, what I couldn’t confess.

Aeri didn’t respond, her lips parting as she gulped, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile flickering on her face, her eyes soft, trusting, despite the chaos of the moment. Her silence, her love, pulled me under, and I couldn’t hold back.

"Ahh... suck it, Aeri..." I groaned, standing straight, my hands moving to her head, my fingers tangling in her hair as I guided my dick toward her face, the wet tip brushing her lips, still slick with our cum and juices.