Chapter 1369
"Kevin…wa-wait," Daisy gasped, a thrill shooting through her as Kevin's playful teasing sent a ripple of heat through her core. It had been so long – a decade, at least – since she'd felt this fluttery, heart-pounding sensation, this delicious dance of flirtation in the close confines of her kitchen. She swayed her hips instinctively, her full backside brushing against his hardness, a mixture of resistance and surrender playing out in her movements. The friction of his erection against her sent a wave of pleasure so intense it almost buckled her knees.
Kevin's hands cupped her full, heavy breasts, his thumbs gently teasing her nipples. His lips trailed down to her chin, peppering it with kisses as his hips bucked involuntarily, the blunt tip of his penis grinding against the elastic fabric of her thong, savoring the tantalizing pressure against Daisy's plump curves.
A wave of desire washed over Daisy, making her head spin. She fumbled with the faucet, finally managing to turn it off, and then turned to meet Kevin's lips, their mouths melting together in a wet, hungry kiss. Tongues tangled, tasting, exploring, a desperate need for closeness rising between them. It had only been a few hours since their last encounter, but the hunger was already back, raw and demanding.
"Kevin," she breathed, pulling back slightly, a flicker of anxiety in her eyes. "Let's go to the bedroom. Laura…"
"I love it here," Kevin murmured, his hands still kneading her breasts. "Watching you cook in that nightgown… I've always fantasized about coming in here and taking it off you. It's so… hot." Now that their relationship had crossed this line, a sense of boldness had emboldened him, allowing him to voice the desires he'd kept hidden.
A blush warmed Daisy's cheeks, a mixture of pride and shame swirling within her. The fact that she could still evoke such desire in a young man, a teenager no less, was a validation of her femininity. But the age difference… the fact that she was old enough to be his mother… it cast a shadow over the thrill.
"Kevin," she said, feigning disapproval, "I thought you were such a sweet boy. Turns out you have a dirty mind. I'm very disappointed. If I'd known…"
"I'm sorry, Daisy," he interrupted, his voice husky with need. "I just… I want you." He released her suddenly, his hands reaching for the hem of her nightgown, lifting it to reveal the long, smooth lines of her legs and the curve of her backside, barely contained by the black lace of her thong. The thin fabric disappeared between the cheeks of her buttocks, accentuating their round, full shape.
"We were together several times last night," she stammered, her breath catching in her throat. "I need to rest," But even as she protested, her hand reached behind him, her fingers closing around his hardened length, stroking him rhythmically. "Maybe… I could just… help you?"
"That's not enough," Kevin groaned, his voice thick with desire. He spun her around, their bodies flush against each other. His hand slid down her thigh, caressing her skin as he ground his erection against her mound, the friction sending sparks of electricity between them.
"Oh God…" Daisy moaned, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as her head fell back, her lips seeking his. Their tongues met again, a desperate, hungry dance. The mature, sophisticated woman she presented to the world melted away, leaving only raw, unadulterated desire.
Kevin's hands roamed over her thighs, her hips, her buttocks, savoring the fullness of her curves, the mature weight of her body. Every touch ignited a fire within him, a different kind of pleasure than he'd experienced with other women. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of their relationship, the thrill of being with someone so much older, so experienced… it heightened the sensations, amplifying the pleasure tenfold.
Daisy felt her breath hitch as Kevin sucked on her tongue, drawing her deeper into the vortex of their desire. The pressure of his erection against her throbbing core was almost unbearable. Her fingers tightened around his shaft, marveling at its heat, its hardness, so different from Oliver's softness. The vitality of youth, she thought, a flicker of something akin to envy mixing with her arousal.
"Kevin," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You're so hard." She knew Oliver wouldn't be this ready, not after last night. The resilience of young men, it was astonishing.
Kevin swelled with pride, thrusting his hips against her hand. "Do you want me, Daisy?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face.
She felt him harden even more in her hand, pulsing with life. Her own desire was a raging fire, her core already slick and aching. She gave him a sideways glance, her eyes dark with lust. "Not here," she panted. "Your room."
He scooped her up in his arms, his hands cupping her buttocks as he carried her to the guest room. He kicked the door shut behind them and tossed her onto the bed, his hands immediately reaching for her legs, lifting them to his lips, kissing and licking the smooth skin. He yanked her nightgown up to her waist, then tugged at the lace of her thong, revealing her swollen, glistening folds. The musky scent of arousal filled the air, mingling with the damp curls of her pubic hair.
Despite the burning need coursing through her veins, a wave of shyness washed over Daisy as her most intimate parts were exposed to his gaze. She closed her eyes, covering her face with her hands, her legs instinctively pressing together in a futile attempt to hide herself.
But Kevin gently pulled her legs apart, his head dipping between them, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of her vulva. He lapped at her swollen outer lips, his tongue flicking and probing, sending shivers through her body. Her entrance glistened with arousal, a clear bead of moisture escaping with each of his rhythmic licks.
"Kevin… stop… I can't…" she gasped, her body trembling, her hips bucking against his face. All pretense of modesty had vanished, replaced by a primal need for his touch, for the fullness of him inside her.
He continued his assault, his tongue delving deeper, parting her folds to taste her sweetness. He sucked on her clit, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Her legs tightened around his neck, her core clenching and unclenching as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her juices flowing freely onto his face.
Even Kevin was surprised by the intensity of her response. It only fueled his desire, his need to possess this beautiful, sophisticated woman. Daisy was unlike any other woman he'd been with. Even Maurice, with all her elegance, couldn't compare to Daisy's raw sensuality.
"Kevin… please…" she begged, her hands clutching her breasts, kneading them desperately. Her hips rocked against his face, her legs spread wide, her eyes filled with a desperate longing. The raw hunger in her expression was his undoing.
He ripped off his pants, his erection springing free. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, aligning himself with her entrance. He rubbed his length against her slick folds, teasing her, before plunging deep inside.
Daisy cried out, her body arching as his hardness filled her, stretching her, making her feel whole. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her, her legs trembling uncontrollably. The rhythmic slap of their bodies echoed in the room.
"Daisy, you're so tight..." Kevin groaned, his body moving against hers. He pulled her nightgown completely off, revealing her full, heavy breasts, the nipples taut and rosy. He cupped them in his hands, kneading and squeezing, his thumbs circling her nipples, as if steering her towards the precipice of pleasure.
Her moans filled the room, a symphony of desire. "Kevin… gentler… oh yes… the class…"
Her words only spurred him on. He rubbed her breasts together, his mouth closing around a nipple, sucking and nibbling. Her breasts swelled in his hands, heavy and full, as if overflowing with milk. He buried his face in her cleavage, inhaling her scent, reveling in the feel of her soft skin against his cheek. He was lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure of her body.
Their joined flesh was a slick, messy tangle. Her outer lips were swollen and parted, the dark curls of her pubic hair matted with her arousal. His thick cock pistoned in and out of her tight heat, her buttocks bouncing with each thrust, flushed and rosy from the impact.
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