Making Move on Aeri (R-18)
"Ezra… what happened?" she asked, her voice wobbly, full of surprise and something else—maybe worry.
I was behind her, ny hands wrapped around her stomach. Guilt twisted in my chest, but it wasn't strong enough to stop me. The words I'd kept locked up for so long just burst out.
"I'm sorry… but I can't keep it in anymore," I said, my voice low and rough. Before she could say anything, I leaned in and pressed my lips to the bare skin of her neck. It was soft and warm, with a faint smell of the vanilla soap she always used—a smell I couldn't get out of my head.
"What do you mean?" Aeri's voice was small, almost a whisper. Her head tilted a bit, giving me more room even though I don't think she meant to.
"I love you, Aeri," I said, letting it all spill out. My fingers slid up, hesitant at first, then braver, until they brushed her breasts through her dress. She sucked in a quick breath, and it hit me like a spark.
"Ezr—" My name started to come out, but the feeling stopped her cold. I pressed myself against her, my groin rubbing against her hips. The curve of her felt so smooth, and I was already hard in my pants—she had to feel it.
"Ahh…" A little moan slipped out of her, soft and real. That sound lit me up, tearing down the last bit of control I had. My hands found the knot at the front of her one-piece dress, a simple tie holding it all together.
One pull and it came loose, the fabric falling open. I slid my hands inside, cupping her boobs with nothing in the way now. They were so soft and full, bigger than my hands could even hold.
"Ezra… ahh… but I'm your m-mother…" Her voice broke, shaky and torn, like she was begging me to stop—or maybe not. Her grip on the sink tightened, her knuckles turning white.
"No, you're not," I said, firm, my lips brushing her neck again, tasting her skin. "You're not my mom." My fingers rubbed her nipples, teasing them as I squeezed her gently. I kissed her neck some more, moving along her jaw where I could feel her pulse racing.
"Ahhh… oh God…" Aeri moaned louder this time, her back arching, pushing herself into me. Her head tipped back against my shoulder, and I could feel how hot she was.
One of her hands came up, brushing her lips before she bit her fingers, like she was trying to keep quiet—but it was no use. The air was thick with heat, hers and mine.
"You're a woman who adopt me," I said, my voice rough but sure. "And I fell in love with you. That's it, Aeri. That's all there is." My hands kept moving over her chest, feeling every bit of her, while my hips pressed harder against her, the pressure driving me crazy.
"But…" She tried to argue, her voice fading out, stuck between fighting and giving in. Before she could finish, I turned her face toward me, my hand light but firm on her chin.
Her eyes met mine for a split second—wide, confused, wet with tears that hadn't fallen yet—and then I kissed her.
My lips hit hers hard, shutting out everything else, locking us together. Her mouth was soft, giving in under mine, and for that moment, nothing else existed—just her, me, and the truth we couldn't dodge.
Our lips crashed together, messy and wild, tongues bumping into each other. At first, Aeri had resisted, her body tense against mine, but now she gave in. She kissed me back, her hands grabbing fistfuls of my t-shirt, pulling me closer as her eyes fluttered shut.
I pushed her back gently until her hips hit the edge of the kitchen counter. The tap was still running behind her, dripping loud enough to break the quiet, so I reached over and twisted it off with a quick flick of my wrist.
The silence settled in, making every sound between us sharper—her quick breaths, the rustle of her dress, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
My hands slid down to her ass, grabbing it firm but careful, and I lifted her up onto the counter.
"Ahm." She let out a little gasp as her weight settled, her legs dangling off the edge. I ran my hands along her bare smooth thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingers, then let them slip between her legs.
My fingertips brushed her pussy through her panties, the fabric soft and already damp. It sent a jolt through me, knowing she was feeling this too.
She pulled back from the kiss, her face bright red, cheeks flushed like she was burning up.
"I'm not sure about this… Ezra…" she said, her voice shaky, her eyes darting away. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me.
"But I am," I said, steady and sure.
I brushed her messy hair aside with one hand, then tugged her dress down with the other. The fabric slipped past her shoulders, falling away to show her boobs, bare and perfect in the morning light.
I leaned in and kissed her again, deep and hungry, while my hands moved—one wrapping around her back to hold her close, the other cupping her boobs, squeezing gently. Her skin was so soft, warm against my palm, and I couldn't get enough.
I broke the kiss to move lower, trailing my lips down her neck, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat. Then I went further, my mouth finding her nipple, already hard and begging for attention. I sucked on it, rolling my tongue over the tip, and she let out a loud,
"Ahhh…" Her head tilted back, her fingers digging into my hair, holding me there as she moaned again, the sound filling the kitchen.
My eyes dropped lower, catching the gap between her legs where her dress had ridden up. I pushed the fabric of her one-piece aside, revealing her blue panties.
They were soaked, clinging to her, and the sight made my throat go dry.
"Ezra… it's embarrassing…" she mumbled, turning her face away, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You say that, but you're still so wet here," I said, my voice low and teasing. I leaned in, pressing my face between her thighs, and planted a slow kiss right on her panties, feeling the heat and dampness against my lips.
"Ahhh…" she moaned again, her body trembling, her hands tightening in my hair like she didn't know whether to pull me closer or push me away.