Chapter 3: Let’s Have Sex [3] [R-18 Contents!]
The bra loosened, straps falling an inch from her shoulders. She let it slide down her arms, not hurried. The lace caught for a moment at her elbows—then it fell.
Before I could drink her in, before my gaze could fully devour the sight I’d been aching for, Emily’s arms flew up, crossing over her chest in a panicked, protective gesture. The heat of shame flushed bright across her cheeks, and she trembled slightly—not from cold, but something far more tender and raw. Her lip quivered, not with fear, but pride wrestling with vulnerability. No one had ever seen her like this. Not even Tommy, her boyfriend. Not anyone.
I rose from my spot, my body carrying me toward her without hesitation. Maybe the infection had made me stronger—physically, emotionally. Maybe I didn’t care anymore about hiding want. I grasped her wrist, fingers curling firmly, possessively, but not unkindly. "You’re still hesitating?" I asked.
She looked up, lips trembling, eyes glassy, and slowly let me move her arm aside.
And then—
I gasped, an involuntary sound. There they were—real, impossibly close. Breasts that made every fantasy I’d ever had feel like a child’s sketch of desire. Her nipples were a soft rose-gold, tight in the chill of the room and the weight of my gaze. She wasn’t small. No, there was a generous fullness to her that begged for hands and lips, a softness that seemed made to be touched, adored.
I reached out, the back of my hand brushing against the outer curve of her right breast, savoring the warmth of her skin. My fingertips traced the slope up toward her nipple, and her breath caught audibly.
"Hnnnn..." Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling, body going rigid at first from the sheer intimacy. I watched her chest rise, trembling slightly as her breath came shallow and fast. And I couldn’t stop myself.
I leaned forward, my mouth parted, drawn like a starving man, and let my lips brush her skin, tasting her for the first time.
"Mmh—!" She gasped, sharp and surprised, her body shivering as I opened my mouth wider and enveloped her nipple. I groaned into her, tongue circling, drawing her into me slowly but insistently.
Her moans only spurred me, her whimpers turning into breathless little cries as my hands cupped her breasts, palms pressing, fingers splaying possessively. "Aahhh... haahn..." Her back arched subtly, hips shifting, knees twitching inward.
I sucked, deeper this time, cheeks hollowing slightly, my tongue flicking against the tip before I pulled away just enough to lick slow circles around the aureole. She flinched—her toes curled tight into the ground as though trying to root herself, her fingers finding my hair and threading into it, gripping lightly at first, then harder as her breathing grew ragged.