Their First Night Together [R -18]
Felberta tensed for a moment—then relaxed.
His fingers brushed against the warmth between her legs.
She gasped, her entire body trembling.
"Mnhhh~ Julian..." she breathed, half-plea, half-moan.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice raw. "If you want to stop, we can stop. Right now. I won’t—"
She silenced him with a kiss.
A deep, passionate, desperate kiss that told him everything he needed to know.
Her lips parted beneath his, yielding completely, and Julian felt something inside him crack open—something he’d kept carefully locked away for years. This wasn’t just desire. This wasn’t just lust. This was Felberta—cold, untouchable Felberta—kissing him back with a hunger that matched his own.
His hand moved between them, fumbling with his belt.
Felberta watched through half-lidded eyes, her crimson gaze tracking his movements with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Her bare boobs rose and fell rapidly, the soft cheery pink of her nipples pebbled in the cool air.
He paused, his fingers stilling on the buckle.
"Felberta... are you—"
"Just shut up and kiss me idiot," she breathed, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt.
He laughed softly against her lips—a sound of pure joy, of wonder, of disbelief that this was actually happening.
Their mouths met again, deeper this time, more urgent. Julian’s tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she opened for him without hesitation, a soft moan escaping her throat as he explored her mouth.
His hands found her shoulders, then slid down her arms, memorizing every curve. The blanket had long since fallen away, leaving her completely exposed beneath him.
Felberta shivered—not from cold, but from the heat of his touch.
Julian broke the kiss reluctantly, his golden eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her.
"I need to..." He gestured vaguely at his clothes, his voice rough.
Felberta nodded, her cheeks flushed, her crimson eyes never leaving his face.
He smiled kiss on her cheek and with smile pulled back, rising from the bed.
His hands moved to the hem of his black shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. The fabric fell to the floor, revealing a chest carved from hard muscle—broad shoulders, defined pectorals, a stomach ridged with the unmistakable lines of a warrior’s body.
Felberta’s breath caught.
She’d seen men before, of course. But never like this. Never with this intimacy, this vulnerability.
Julian’s fingers found his trousers next, working the button loose with practiced ease. The fabric slid down his hips, pooling at his feet.
He stood before her completely naked.
His dick stood proudly against his stomach—a solid nine inches of throbbing flesh, thick and veined, the head glistening with a bead of moisture. It twitched as her crimson eyes took in the sight, growing even harder under her gaze.
Felberta’s throat went dry.
This is... this is really happening.
Her heart pounded so loudly she was certain he could hear it.
Julian saw the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes and moved back toward the bed, crawling over her with deliberate slowness. He propped himself above her, not touching, giving her space.
"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his golden eyes tracing the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist, the soft swell of her hips. "I’ve thought about this more than I should admit."
Felberta’s blush deepened. "You’ve thought about me?"
"Constantly," he admitted, his voice sincere. "You drive me crazy, Felberta. In all the best ways."
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then the corner of her mouth. Each touch was gentle, reverent, like he was worshiping at an altar.
Then his lips trailed lower.
Down her chin.
Down her neck.
Felberta gasped as he found the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue tracing a slow, wet path across her skin.
"Julian..."
"Shh," he whispered against her throat. "Just feel."
His mouth continued its journey downward, across her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts. His hand cupped one mound gently, his thumb brushing across the rigid peak of her nipple.
Felberta arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Julian took the invitation eagerly.
His mouth closed over her nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. His other hand found her other breast, kneading gently, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"Ah—!"
Felberta’s back bowed off the bed, her fingers tangling in his black hair.
He moved between her supple genrous soft breasts, lavishing attention on each one. He kissed and suckled, gently biting the sensitive peaks until she was writhing beneath him, small gasps and whimpers spilling from her lips.
Julian smiled against her skin, loving the sounds she made.
Loving that he was the one making them.
His lips continued their journey downward, pressing kisses to her stomach, her ribs, the sensitive dip of her navel on waist. Felberta squirmed beneath him, her hands fisting in the sheets.
"Julian, please..."
"Please what?" He looked up at her, his golden eyes burning with desire.
"I don’t... I don’t know..." She was panting, her body trembling with need.
Julian’s smile turned tender.
"Don’t worry. I’ve got you."
He settled between her thighs, his broad shoulders nudging them apart. Felberta’s legs fell open willingly, revealing her most intimate place—her folds glistening with moisture, pink and swollen with arousal.
Julian’s breath caught at the sight.
So beautiful. So perfect. And all for me.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working his way higher. Felberta shivered, her fingers tightening in his hair.
"Julian, what are you—"
He answered by pressing his mouth to her center of pussy.
Felberta cried out, her hips bucking against his face.
Julian’s tongue traced the length of her folds, tasting her for the first time.
She tasted like honey and warmth and everything wonderful.
He groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her sensitive flesh.
His tongue found her pussy clit, circling it slowly.
Mnhhhh~