“I don’t care,” she whispered, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “I just want to be with you right now, Nathan.”
Before I could respond, she leaned down and kissed me again, this time deeper, more demanding.
I stopped thinking and grabbed her. My lips crashed into hers with a fierce hunger, claiming every inch of their softness. Those lips—pink, damp, and inviting—melted under mine, pliant, trembling, utterly vulnerable. Her breath hitched, her body betraying a desire even she hadn’t yet understood.
The memory of her lips lingered on my fingers as I slipped them between her parted mouth, brushing the delicate flesh with a teasing stroke. Warm, wet, and yielding. A quick flick of her tongue as I pressed forward, coaxing her response, feeling her give in to the silent command in my touch.
My hands, restless now, roamed over her hips, fingers trailing the curve of her waist. I wanted more, needed more. Her lips parted under my demand, but not wide enough. I growled against her skin, low and primal.
“Open your mouth,” I whispered, voice thick with barely restrained need.
Aisha moaned, a soft sound bubbling up from deep within her, her lips trembling before she obeyed, her small mouth yielding. The space between us sizzled, crackled like a firestorm about to ignite.
Before she could even breathe, I surged forward, my tongue plunging into her mouth with a hunger I could no longer control. A muffled gasp escaped her as her eyes flew open in shock. The taste of her—sweet, intoxicating, maddening—flooded my senses. I wasn’t just kissing her now. I was devouring her.
Her teeth clinked against my tongue, and I growled again, sweeping through every part of her, tasting every hidden corner, every inch of warmth. Aisha’s breath quickened, her chest rising and falling against mine, her body growing hotter beneath my hands.
Her eyes, half-lidded, sparkled with the beginnings of pleasure, cheeks flushed a vivid red. She was overheating, melting under my touch. That armor she wore—cracked, torn—had long since become useless. My hands found the bare skin beneath her clothes with greedy urgency.
My fingers slipped beneath the fabric, cold against her heated skin. She gasped, a delicious, broken sound, her back arching into me. “Hmmm~” she moaned, biting her lip as I pressed her closer.
Her softness molded into me, and I could feel the way her body shuddered, reacting to every touch, every whisper of cold air against her heated flesh. The world outside disappeared. It was just her—her and the burning heat between us.
I pressed harder, sliding my hands up her back, forcing her against me until there was nothing left but the taste of her, the feel of her trembling in my arms. Aisha’s hands clung to my chest, desperate for something to hold on to as I toyed with her, as I led her further down this path she wasn’t ready for but couldn’t resist.
Her tongue, hesitant at first, fumbled awkwardly in her mouth, trying to keep up with mine, trying to follow my lead. She was inexperienced—new to this—but there was something in her inexperience that made it all the more enticing. Her awkwardness was a form of innocence I was more than ready to break.
“Hmnnn~” she moaned again, her voice hitching as I pulled her closer, deeper. The sounds she made were becoming more desperate, more needful. Her lips were swollen, wet, trembling. Her mouth—god, her mouth—was all heat and softness, a playground for my tongue as I took control, teasing, tasting, devouring her without mercy.
My hands roamed her hips, fingertips brushing the delicate contours of her waist as I pulled her closer. Without warning, I shifted us both, lowering her effortlessly to the ground while keeping our lips sealed in that deep, all-consuming kiss. My tongue danced with hers, teasing, playing, dominating.
Aisha’s hands trembled, weakly pressing against my chest as if she wanted to push me away but lacked the strength or desire to do so.
I pressed harder, deepening the kiss until there was no air left between us, no space to escape. My teeth grazed her tongue, capturing it gently between my lips, and I sucked with deliberate, agonizing slowness. The sensation of her tongue trapped and pulled drew a sharp gasp from her.
“Hmnn!” Her eyes shot wide open in shock, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. I sucked on her tongue like it was the last bit of ice cream, savoring every drop of her saliva, feeling her body tremble beneath mine. Aisha’s moan was low, throaty, vibrating from deep inside her, her voice raw with surprise and something else—something darker, more urgent.
“HMNNN~~~!” The sound ripped from her lips as the pressure mounted, her tongue pulled tight in my mouth, that fine line between pleasure and pain making her dizzy. Her cheeks flushed a brilliant red as tears welled up, rolling down her face from the sheer intensity of it all. She was breaking, her body overwhelmed by sensation, every moan she released a testament to her helpless surrender.
“HMMNN! HMMN! HNNN!” Her cries grew louder with each pull, her tongue slick against my lips as I sucked her dry, pulling her essence from her in long, slow movements that drove her deeper into her own need. Her hands clenched at my shirt, knuckles white as she gripped me with desperation, her body pressing harder into mine, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t stand to be apart for even a second.
We were both breathless, the air between us thick and charged. I finally pulled back, my chest rising and falling heavily as I let her tongue slip free from my lips, watching as she gasped for breath, her mouth still open, wet and inviting.
“Haaa❤️… Haaaaaa❤️… N…Nathan❤️… Haaaaaa❤️…” Her voice was a husky whisper, breathless and hot, her body trembling from the aftershocks of that dizzying kiss. Her eyes, clouded with pleasure, looked up at me in a desperate plea, her need laid bare, her face streaked with the tears that I’d coaxed from her.
I smirked, licking the salty tear that had slid down her cheek, my tongue tracing the trail of moisture until I reached her lips again. My lips left soft, teasing kisses down her face, each press igniting shivers of arousal through her body, her thighs squeezing together in an attempt to quell the growing ache between them.
I kissed her again, this time along the line of her jaw, trailing lower to her neck, down to the hollow of her throat, each touch deliberate, each kiss dragging her closer to the edge. Her legs rubbed against each other, restless, her need growing unbearable.
I leaned close, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, “Let’s get serious for a bit.”
“Hmnn!” Aisha gasped, her body jolting at the sensation of my breath tickling her ear, heightening her arousal, making her squirm beneath me. I grinned at her response, the sight of her flushed and trembling fueling my desire further.
Without waiting, I slid my arms under her, lifting her easily off the ground, her body light in my grasp. I placed her on the table, her legs dangling over the edge.
Aisha’s black leather pants clung to every curve of her body, the tight material highlighting the roundness of her ass, the smooth line of her thighs. The torn armor had done nothing to hide the sensuality of her figure, and now, as I crouched down, pulling off her boots with a swift motion, I took my time appreciating what was before me.
Her skin was like porcelain, fair and smooth, revealed inch by inch as I peeled away the tight, sweaty leather from her legs. Aisha’s breath caught, her fingers gripping the edge of the table with white-knuckled tension as I slid the pants down, baring her soft thighs.
The cool air kissed her skin, causing a visible shiver to ripple up her body, but she didn’t move, didn’t speak, her gaze fixated on me as I undressed her.
With one final tug, the pants slipped off, falling to the floor in a heap, leaving her lower half exposed—bare, vulnerable, perfect. Her legs spread ever so slightly, as though instinctively, inviting me closer, pulling me into the heat of her waiting body.
I grabbed her legs firmly, her skin warm and smooth under my touch as I dragged her forward, pulling her to the edge of the table. Aisha’s cheeks flushed a deeper red as I looked down between her legs, where her soft, untouched pussy came into view.
No panties. Not a surprise in the heat of Troy, but it made the sight even more striking. The way she sat, exposed, her fair skin contrasting with the dark, weathered wood beneath her, was nothing short of breathtaking.
My eyes trailed over the delicate slit between her legs, her lips tightly closed as though untouched, not even the hint of stubble marring the soft, pale flesh. Barely any hair—clean, untouched, virginal.