Kael's brain short-circuited. Her bare breasts were right there, mere inches from his face. His eyes widened slightly.
He'd never seen boobs this close before. Hell, he'd never seen any in real life. Something in his pants had already responded enthusiastically, rising up like it had a mind of its own.
Vivian, for her part, acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like lying half-naked across Kael's lap was just a regular Tuesday morning. She made no effort to cover up, no sign she was even aware of the effect her body was having on him.
Kael tried to get rid of the tension in his pants by looking elsewhere. His eyes landed on the book Vivian had tossed aside. "What were you reading?" he asked, voice slightly strained as he tried to reclaim some composure.
"Some old romance novel." She answered.
"Nice," Kael muttered, awkwardly shifting in place, as if the mere act of talking about books could somehow defuse the situation.
Vivian grinned to herself, her lips curling with quiet amusement.
'Look at him… stealing those little glances. Trying so hard to be subtle. Cute. I knew he was inexperienced, but this is just adorable.'
"You can touch them," she said softly, as if offering a casual suggestion.
Before Kael could react, she took his hand, hesitant and warm, and placed it directly on her breast.
Kael's breath caught. He was caught off guard, but he didn't mind.
His hands were electric on her breasts, drawing shivers with every touch.
They were soft. Warmer than he expected. Real. His fingers twitched, unsure of what to do, but her body didn't flinch. She just watched him with that same teasing smile, like she was enjoying every second of his stunned silence.
"You're allowed to move your hands, you know," she whispered, biting her lower lip seductively, "They don't bite."
Kael's face burned, but his hand slowly responded, fingers cupping the generous swell. It was surreal, like something out of a dream he hadn't dared to admit he had. His other hand lifted, tentative, then bold, drawn like gravity to the other breast.
Vivian hummed in approval, arching her back just enough to press herself more firmly into his palms. "There you go," she purred. "I'm giving you permission to do whatever you want with them, Kael."
Kael nodded.His hands moved with a newfound instinct, brushing lightly along the delicate swell, his thumbs tracing the sensitive peaks of her nipples.
The almost unnoticeable hitch in her breath, the subtle tremor that ran through her, fueled his growing confidence. He squeezed gently, then began to circle, his gaze locked on her face as her teasing smile melted into a look of breathless pleasure.
Vivian's eyelids fluttered, heavy with sensation. A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound that echoed the tightening in Kael's own loins. "Wow, you have magic hands, Kael…" she breathed, her voice thick with more desire. "I could get used to this."
'You bet. And why am I only getting to experience this now?' Kael felt a little angry that this was the first time he was experiencing this sensation.
Lost in the moment, Kael leaned in, an unconscious movement driven by pure instinct. His lips brushed against the taut nub of her nipple, a feather-light touch that sent a shockwave through Vivian. He then suckled harder, drawing the sensitive flesh into his mouth.
A sharp gasp tore from Vivian's throat, a sound raw with unexpected pleasure. A sudden, intense heat bloomed between her thighs, a liquid fire that made her arch her back further, her hips instinctively tilting, seeking a phantom pressure.
It was just his hands… just his mouth… fumbling, inexperienced…
Vivian did not expect her entrance to be already dripping wet just from that. It felt like her nerves had been wired directly to his touch. Her own juices slicked her thighs, a testament to the intensity of his touch, and how wet he made her.
Hearing her seductive moans, feeling the tremor that ran through her, Kael's own arousal intensified, and he felt a painful throb against his zipper.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the tremble that ran down her spine. Her breath quickened, chest rising and falling beneath his slow, kneading fingers.
He didn't know what he was doing, or how to do it, sure, however there was something in his touch, not just warmth or curiosity, but something else.
Vivian felt like it was a pull. A whisper. A pulse?
Her thoughts fractured, dissolving into pure sensation.
Kael didn't notice the shift right away. He was too focused, mesmerized by the way her body reacted. He squeezed her nipple again, a little firmer this time, running his thumbs across both nipples. The way they peaked made something twist in his chest.
His pants grew tighter, a painful reminder of his own mounting desire, but he couldn't tear his hands away.
A soft cry escaped Vivian's lips, a sound that was both a plea and an admission. Her body quivered violently, her inner muscles clenching. Her thighs pressed together, a desperate attempt to contain the overwhelming sensations.
"Kael…" she breathed, her voice a broken whisper. It was meant to be a warning, a plea for him to stop before she creamed. But it sounded like an invitation.
Something inside her broke free. A hot, powerful feeling rushed through her like a wave. She reached her climax, sudden and overwhelming, just from the way he touched and sucked on her full breasts.
It hit her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her breathless. Her eyes were wide with shock, her body shaking with pleasure she didn't expect.
Kael blinked. The way she had convulsed for a second there, was weird. Was he responsible for that? Did he touch her wrong maybe? "Did I… did I hurt you?" He questioned.
Vivian laughed weakly, the sound half-moan, half-exhale. "No. No. That was…. ." She rose up from his lap, and then she kissed him.
The unexpectedness of the kiss sent a jolt of surprise through Kael. His inexperience left him momentarily stunned, but he didn't hesitate to respond, his lips meeting hers with a hesitant eagerness.
Vivian took the lead, her tongue sliding against his lips, a bold invitation. Kael's mouth parted slightly, and he could feel the insistent knock of her tongue against his own, exploring, demanding enter.
With a subtle adjustment, Vivian lifted herself and then slowly lowered onto his lap, straddling him with a deliberate grace. It was a position of undeniable intimacy and control. Her gaze locked with his, a knowing glint in her eyes as she settled fully, the soft curves of her body molding against his.
"Touch me, Kael," she whispered, guiding his hands to her hips, then lower, pressing them firmly against the soft swell of her backside. Her lips found his in a lingering kiss, warm and tasting faintly of mischief.
Without hesitation, she pressed one of her breasts to his mouth, her breath catching as his lips closed around her.
Slipping off his lap, she dropped to her knees before him, not out of submission, but as if claiming her prize.
Her fingers glided over the thick outline beneath the fabric, tracing the shape of his cock through his pants. Featherlight touched that teased, and promised him a good time.