Teasing, Teasing and Just Teasing

The second his hand slipped under her panties, her mind snapped.

"I yield! I yield!"

She blurted out, her voice half-desperate, half-mortified. If this went any further, she knew there'd be no coming back from it—not without a hell of a lot of blushing and a half-baked excuse.

He paused, then let out a triumphant laugh.

"Ha! I win! Told you I'm the king!"

His grin was smug as hell, and he clearly had no intention of moving his hand from where it was very much trespassing.

"Y-yes, yes, you win," she stammered, squirming. "So… you can let go now."

But he didn't. Instead, his gaze shifted, locking onto her like he'd found his next prize. She could feel her heart hammering all over again, especially as he slowly ran his eyes down from hers to her lips, lingering there like he was contemplating a very sinful dessert.

'Oh god, what is happening? Why is he looking at me like I'm the last slice of cake at a wedding?'

She gulped, instinctively parting her lips.

"They're… beautiful…" he murmured, almost to himself, his thumb brushing over her mouth as he whispered, "Nadia, your lips… I want them…"

The intensity hit her like a truck. He finally moved his hand from her panties, but only to touch her lips, tracing them with a lightness that made her heart jump. She couldn't help it—a tiny moan slipped out, betraying her, and she immediately blushed furiously.

"So soft... so juicy... perfect for tasting."

He murmured, his voice low and intimate—words she hadn't heard from her own husband in, well, she couldn't remember how long.

Her husband was off somewhere, drinking, likely with other women, while she was left starving for even a sliver of affection. And here was Artis, looking at her like she was the only thing he wanted.

Slowly, he slid his thumb across her bottom lip, parting them. Then, just as gently, he slipped his thumb into her mouth, brushing against the warm, silken insides.

Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help herself—she softly closed her lips around his thumb, sucking lightly, her own pulse racing.

"Mmm..."

She moaned, a sound she hadn't meant to let out, but one that only seemed to fuel the tension between them.

He pulled his thumb away and, with the same hand, tilted her chin up. He leaned in, and this time, she didn't shy away. She closed her eyes, feeling his breath against her, the anticipation building as his lips finally met hers, soft and warm.

This kiss was different; it wasn't rushed or rough. Her own tongue moved to meet his, exploring, tasting, and the next thing she knew, they were locked in a deep, heated kiss, their mouths moving together like they'd been waiting for this forever.

Their breaths mingled, soft moans escaping as their tongues intertwined, both savoring each other. She hadn't felt this alive, this wanted, in ages.

His hands slid off her breasts, turning her to face him with that devilish grin plastered on his face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, intense and electric, like they were the only two people in the universe.

Then, his hands roamed down her back, finally landing on her bare ass, gripping her cheeks with a confidence that left her gasping.

'Holy shit! How many women has he practiced this move on? Damn, he's a pro!' 

She thought, cheeks flushed

His lips left hers, trailing down her jawline with slow, tantalizing kisses, each one sending a shiver down her spine.

"Haaah~ nghhh…"

She moaned as he murmured,

"Your neck is so delicate."

He pressed his lips against her skin, inhaling like she was some rare, forbidden fruit.

"And you smell like the best damn perfume."

"Ohhh, god… nghhh~" 

He moved to her collarbone, sucking and licking, each touch pulling another shameless moan from her.

"Your collarbones… sexy as hell."

"Aaahh~ ahh…" 

When his mouth dipped lower, kissing the valley between her breasts, she felt a heat bloom so fierce it was almost overwhelming.

"Mmmhh~ no, don't… aaah…" 

"I love the shape of your breasts."

He said, voice thick and wicked, as his hungry gaze fixated on her nipples, standing at attention under his gaze like prey cornered by a predator.

She barely had time to register that thought before he tightened his grip on her ass, squeezing hard, making her gasp as waves of pleasure shot through her, stronger than anything she'd felt before.

"And these pink, delicious nipples—begging for a taste," he murmured, voice like velvet, making her shiver.

"N-not there—ahhh~ nghhh…" 

But the protest was short-lived as his hot, wet tongue latched onto her right nipple, swirling and teasing, before he took it between his teeth.

"A-ahhh~ mmmhhh..." 

The bite wasn't painful; it was that wicked mix of rough and soft that sent sparks racing straight to her brain, igniting every nerve ending like fireworks. He moved to her left nipple, switching up his tactics, biting, sucking, then gently tugging with his lips until she thought she'd combust right there.

"Aaaah~ oh god, aaahh…"

Her moans spilled out shamelessly. Her breaths grew shorter, and she could feel herself slipping closer to the edge. Hell, she was probably already past it, soaked beyond reason, and he hadn't even gotten started.

'If this keeps up, I swear I'm going to lose my mind… I can't even think—ahh!'

He trailed his lips downward, pausing to lick the valley between her breasts before continuing to her belly button, leaving a series of warm, soft kisses that had her tingling everywhere his mouth touched.

"N-not... ahhh~ not there…"

She managed to say, though it was a lie and she knew it. Every second of his attention felt dangerously addictive, the thrill of being devoured inch by inch sending a rush of pleasure that fogged her mind and left her craving more.

'Oh, God, what is happening to me? My step brother is doing things my husband never could—should I feel guilty or just throw myself into this? This feels like some forbidden dream…'

The guilt was fleeting, vanishing into the waves of heat flooding her senses as his hands found their way down, slipping under her lace panties and dangerously close to her... well, everywhere. 

"Not there?" he teased, grinning wickedly. "But you taste so damn good."

He licked around her belly button, planting hot kisses along her skin that sent shivers right through her. She was practically melting under him, her entire body betraying her as his touch lit her nerves on fire.

"Nnngghh~ aahh~"

She gasped, feeling his fingers skimming her curves, creeping towards her most secret spot.

Was it sinful? Probably.

But damn it, it felt amazing. It was like being dragged through a deliriously sinful dream, where he knew exactly how to push her buttons, make her feel like both a goddess and a shameless woman wrapped in his hands, his lips, his fingers—making her feel more alive than she'd ever felt before.

As he trailed his kisses lower, skimming her midriff, she let out a sigh of relief—maybe he was finally done tormenting her. But then, she felt his fingers spreading her ass cheeks wide, and she squeaked, her eyes widening like a deer in headlights.

The thought of her husband snoring just a few feet away only made it worse… or maybe better?

"A-Ar-Artis... nooo~ Ngg~" she stammered, but her protest was half-hearted at best.

He was relentless, his mouth moving lower, just above her panty line, kissing and licking with infuriating slowness, like he had all the time in the world to unravel her.

"Nghhhh~ haa aahhhh~"

She moaned, her body betraying her again as heat pooled between her legs. She was so turned on she didn't even notice the glistening trail of her own juices slipping down her thigh.

"Noo— aahhh nnngg~ not there..."

She gasped, but his lips only pressed closer, sending shivers up her spine as his fingers squeezed and spread her ass, kneading it like fresh dough.

"This ass was made for a good spanking," he murmured, almost to himself, his fingers pressing into her flesh. "What the hell is your husband doing, ignoring this? It's practically begging for a man to pound."

"Haaa aaahhh~ Y-you can't..."

She whimpered, her whole body on fire as his words and his touch pushed her over the edge, and her mind reeled.

The way he was squeezing her ass, kneading it like he was testing out a fine piece of bread, and kissing her as if she were some forbidden fruit, it was driving her insane.

She almost wanted to blurt out that her husband hadn't so much as looked at her like this in ages, let alone given her the kind of attention Artis was lavishing on her now.

He grabbed her panty line with his teeth, pulling it taut, and just as a chill hit her exposed skin, he let it snap back against her clit. She gasped, the moan coming out high and breathy.

'Oh, my god! He's actually... he's really going to do it.'

She thought, her heart racing. The anticipation was almost too much to handle.