My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, the pressure building fast. It strained against the zipper, hard and aching, fighting to get free. The sight of her like this made it almost unbearable. Heat rushed through me, my breathing turning shallow as I tried to keep my composure.
She didn't seem to notice where my eyes had gone. She was too busy opening the chocolate box.
She opened the box slowly, eyes lighting up as soon as she saw the chocolates inside. The box held those sphere-shaped ones wrapped in shiny golden paper. She picked one up carefully, fingers gentle like it was something precious, and unwrapped it with a small, excited smile.
"You really like sweet things." I said, watching her closely as she held the chocolate up for a second, admiring it like she hadn't eaten anything in days.
"Mmm... you really know how to please me." she murmured, closing her eyes and pouting her lips a little as she popped it into her mouth. The chocolate disappeared between her full lips, and she let out a soft, happy hum, cheeks hollowing slightly as she savored it.
The towel she'd been holding was on her thighs now, bunched up uselessly, leaving her completely bare from the waist up. Her breasts were full and soft, rising and falling gently with each breath, pale skin glowing in the warm light of her room. Her pink nipples stood stiff and erect, small peaks begging for attention.
Lower down, those red lace panties clung to her hips, the delicate fabric stretched tight across her smooth mound. The front panel was sheer in places, hinting at the soft folds beneath.
I remembered that day in school when she took me to the school rooftop and showed me her black lace panties, and how embarrassed she'd been, cheeks flaming red as she tried to keep her skirt up for me. Back then, just that felt like a dream come true. But now... now she was sitting right in front of me, almost completely naked, legs slightly parted, panties damp and clinging, breasts bare and swaying softly every time she moved.
My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, fully erect now, straining. I shifted on the bed, trying to hide it, but every tiny movement only rubbed it worse, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up my spine.
"Are you... that..." Rose's voice trailed off softly as her eyes drifted downward. She noticed the obvious bulge in my pants. Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, almost glowing in the warm light of her room.
I shifted quickly on the bed, turning my body a little to the side to try and conceal it, but the movement only made it worse. Rose looked away fast too, embarrassed, and snatched the small towel from her lap. She pressed it against her bare breasts again, clutching it tight to cover herself. But the towel was too small—it barely hid anything.
"Was that... because of my... because I'm like this...?" she whispered, voice innocent and trembling, full of shame.
"..." I stayed quiet, staring hard at the wall, face burning.
'Fuck, now she'll think I'm a pervert because of this damn hard-on.'
Then I felt her hand touch mine. I turned toward her slowly. Her face was bright pink, eyes wide and glistening with embarrassment, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she gently lifted my hand, guiding it toward her chest.
"You know I love you..." she said softly, voice barely above a whisper.
"If you want... you can touch them. After all you brought my favourite chocolates so think of it as my thanks." She pulled my hand closer until my palm brushed the underside of one bare breast. The skin was incredibly soft and warm, her nipple grazed the edge of my fingers—hard, hot, begging for attention. She trembled a little at the contact, breath hitching, but she didn't let go.
"Are you sure...?" I asked quietly, inching closer to her on the bed. My voice came out low, almost hesitant, but the heat in my body was already too strong to ignore.
Rose nodded slowly, eyes still averted in embarrassment. She wouldn't meet my gaze—her long lashes lowered, cheeks flushed a deep pink that spread down her neck. She closed her eyes gently as I reached out, palms brushing the soft undersides of her breasts.
I cupped them carefully at first, feeling their full weight settle into my hands. Her skin was incredibly smooth, warm and impossibly soft. This was the second time I was touching them but they were still fascinating.
Her tits were big and squishy, filling my palms perfectly, the flesh giving way under my fingers as I squeezed gently. Her nipples were already rock-hard, small rosy peaks that poked insistently against my palms. Every time I brushed over them with my thumbs, they stiffened even more, and a tiny shiver ran through her body.
I kneaded slowly, rolling the heavy globes in my hands, feeling them shift and bounce slightly with each motion. The way they jiggled, soft yet firm, made my cock throb painfully in my pants.
She let out a small, shaky breath, arching her back just a little into my touch. Her breathing grew quicker, chest rising and falling faster, making her breasts press deeper into my hands.
As I kept feeling her tits with one hand, my other hand found hers. Our fingers interlocked naturally, palms pressing together, her grip tight and trembling. I leaned in slowly, heart pounding. She tilted her head toward me without opening her eyes, lips parting just a fraction.
Our mouths met softly at first. Her lips were warm, full, tasting faintly of the chocolate she'd eaten earlier. I kissed her gently, letting it linger, then pressed deeper. She sighed into my mouth, a soft, needy sound that sent heat straight to my groin. Our tongues touched shyly at first, then slid together slowly, exploring in lazy, wet circles.
The kiss grew hungrier—my tongue sweeping inside, tasting her sweetness. She was rather wild with the kissing today, that I almost couldn't keep up with her kiss.
Her free hand came up to rest on the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer. Our breaths mixed, hot and uneven, the wet sounds of the kiss filling the quiet room.
While I was still kneading her breasts, squeezing gently, rolling her stiff nipples between my fingers, my other hand slid lower. Confidence took over, and I didn't hesitate. My fingers slipped under the waistband of her red lace panties, brushing the soft skin of her lower belly before dipping inside.
She was soaked. The moment my fingers reached her, they were coated in her warm, slippery juices. Her panties were drenched, the fabric clinging wetly to her folds, and the heat radiating from her pussy was intense. I expected her to be wet, but not this much, my fingers slid easily over her swollen lips, gathering more of her slickness as I traced slow circles around her clit. She whimpered into the kiss, hips jerking forward slightly, chasing my touch.
But before I could go further, she jerked away suddenly, pulling back with a sharp gasp. Her hands flew up, one covering her breasts again, the other pressing down over her panties to stop me.
To be continued…
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