Read Novel Full Chapter 1057: Without Touch (r-18)
Chapter 1057: Without Touch (r-18)
It didn’t surprise him at all.
Just by stepping into her house, just by sitting close and listening, he had shattered the two long years of numbness inside her like they had never existed. In the space of one introduction and her seeing him, her body had remembered exactly what it meant to burn — feeling lust for any person after so long, wet, and utterly alive.
For the first time she’d wanted someone to push her on the wall immediately after closing that door and fuck her!
Unfortunately, it had been her baby’s boyfriend... but that bridge had just been burnt wasn’t it?
Eros pulled back from the kiss with slow, deliberate care. He let his forehead rest against hers for one heartbeat, then two, before he eased away. A small, knowing smile curved his lips as he stood and returned to the armchair across from her, putting the coffee table between them once more.
She stayed on the couch, lips still parted and glistening with their shared spit, chest heaving violently.
Her fingers hovered in the air where his jaw had been, trembling.
"We’re going to do this without me touching you," he said quietly, voice low and warm, rich with dark promise.
Her brows drew together in confusion, the flush on her chest already deepening into a hot, rosy bloom that spread across the lush upper swells of her breasts. "Without... touching me? But you just—"
He nodded, calm and patient. "Ashley will be back any minute. It would be inappropriate if we went any further than that kiss... if she walked in and found us..."
She swallowed hard in understanding at the horror of that thighs pressing together on the couch as the thin navy fabric of her lounge pants clung damply to her soaked skin, the obscene wet spot already darkening the crotch.
"Without a touch?" she whispered, voice shaky with disbelief and raw, aching hunger. "How will—how are you going to—"
Eros simply smiled.
Then he leaned back in the armchair, relaxed, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, and let his presence pour over her like molten heat.
The air around her thickened instantly, heavy and electric.
Her eyes flew wide.
A raw, shocked gasp tore from her throat as the first crushing wave slammed into her.
It felt exactly like a hot,open mouth sucking hard at the side of her neck, tongue dragging slow and wet up the sensitive column of her throat, teeth grazing her pulse point.
Invisible hands cupped her full, heavy breasts through the silk, thumbs circling her stiff nipples before pinching them firmly, rolling the aching peaks between strong fingers. She felt a tongue flick across one throbbing nipple, then the other, sucking them deep into a hungry mouth, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her cry out.
"Oh—fuck—" she moaned, back arching violently off the couch... every will of her being, or at least a miniature oof what was left of it, wanted to ask how he was doing this, instead her hips jerked forward on their own as another wave crashed over her and into her inner thighs, her neglected cunt clenching hard around nothing.
Between her thighs the sensations turned merciless.
Strong hands gripped her inner thighs and spread her wide open. A hot, wet tongue dragged slowly up the soaked length of her cunt, parting her swollen, dripping folds and circling her throbbing clit with perfect, devastating pressure.
Then the feeling of a tongue plunging inside her pussy, thick, insistent, fucking her in long, deep strokes while invisible lips sealed around her swollen clit and sucked hard. Pleasure exploded through her in glittering waves, sending her soaring into pure, weightless bliss as her pussy fluttered and clenched helplessly, creamy arousal gushing out in hot little spurts that soaked the navy fabric even darker.
Her legs fell open wider, knees trembling uncontrollably. The navy lounge pants were already drenched, a dark, obscene wet spot spreading between her thighs as her cunt clenched and leaked fresh, thick cream with every thrust of the phantom tongue.
The soaked material clung transparently to her puffy outer lips, outlining every swollen fold and the hard little nub of her clit.
"Eros—oh my God—" Her voice cracked into a broken, filthy moan. Her hips rolled desperately, grinding against the air, fucking herself on the invisible mouth while her head fell back against the cushions, honey-blonde strands sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks.
He pushed it harder.
Now she felt two thick fingers push inside her alongside the tongue, curling perfectly against that sensitive G-spot deep inside while the mouth on her clit sucked faster, harder. Teeth grazed her nipples again.
A hand slid under her ass, gripping one full, soft cheek and lifting her hips higher, opening her even more. The pleasure was overwhelming — pure liquid fire flooding her veins, lifting her higher and higher into shimmering, orgasmic galaxies where nothing existed but endless, mind-melting ecstasy.
She was writhing on the couch now with zero shame, no restraint left. Head thrown back, her plump, tempting breasts bouncing heavily with every desperate roll of her hips, the silk blouse riding up to expose the soft, quivering curve of her stomach.
Her bare feet dug into the cushion, toes curled tight as her thighs shook violently.
Another brutal surge hit her.
She felt the thick, press of fingers against her dripping entrance. They rubbed slowly up and down her slick slit, coating itself in her creamy arousal before pushing in — stretching her open inch by inch in one long, relentless thrust until she was impossibly full, her walls fluttering and gripping around the thick invasion.
It was just a feeling that had nothing to do with anything entering her but just him using his Infinity Master ability of his Pheromones.
Ecstasy detonated inside her like supernovas; she was lost in starry heavens, floating, spinning, every powerful stroke hitting every sensitive spot at once.
A loud, keening moan tore from her throat. Her cunt clamped down hard around the feeling as it started to fuck her — deep, brutal strokes that made wet, obscene squelching sounds against her soaked folds.
"Yes—yes—fuck—" she gasped, voice hoarse and broken. Her hands flew to her own breasts, squeezing the heavy, jiggling flesh desperately through the silk, pinching and twisting her own nipples because the sensation was too much and still not enough.
Her hips bucked wildly off the couch, fucking herself shamelessly on the phantom cock while her head thrashed side to side.
Eros watched every second from the armchair, completely still, completely in control. He could feel every tight, wet flutter of her pussy, every desperate clench, the sweet, creamy taste of her on his tongue.
He pushed the intensity even higher.
The tongue on her clit vibrated. Fingers pinched and twisted her nipples.
A second hot mouth sealed around her other breast and sucked deep, greedy pulls.
She came with a shattered scream.
Her entire body seized — back arched like a bow, thighs clamping together then flying open again, her drenched cunt gushing fresh, hot slick all over the couch cushion beneath her. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream that finally broke into a long, sobbing moan of pure ecstasy as she tumbled headfirst into wave after wave of glittering, soul-shaking release.
Her pussy spasmed violently, like she was milking an invisible cock, creamy arousal squirting out in hot little pulses that soaked the navy fabric completely through until it was plastered transparently against her swollen, pulsing lips.
But he didn’t stop.
The sensations kept going, riding her through the orgasm and straight into another building wave.
She was shaking, whimpering, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes, her generous, pillowy tits heaving and bouncing with every ragged breath.
"Eros—please—I can’t—oh fuck, I’m going to come again—"
He turned the pleasure up to a full, merciless flood.
Her second orgasm hit even harder than the first. She practically screamed, body convulsing violently on the couch, hips jerking in helpless, erratic thrusts as her cunt spasmed and gushed again, soaking the lounge pants until they were utterly ruined.
Fresh rivers of slick ran down her inner thighs, the thick, sweet scent of her dripping pussy now heavy in the air between them.
She was soaring through galaxies of pure sensual heaven, every cell exploding with glittering, soul-shaking bliss.
She collapsed back against the cushions, chest heaving, legs trembling uncontrollably, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, her full, flushed breasts rising and falling in exhausted, satisfied heaves.
Eros finally eased the sensations down to a gentle, soothing hum — just enough to keep her floating in soft, lingering aftershocks, a lazy tongue now licking slow, comforting strokes over her oversensitive clit.
She stared at him across the room, eyes glassy and dark with lust, lips parted, breathing ragged.
"I... I just came twice," she whispered in disbelief, voice hoarse and wrecked. "Without you even touching me... How?"
Eros smiled, slow and satisfied.
"And we still have a few minutes before they get home," he said softly. "So, tell me... how do you feel now?"
She let out a shaky, broken laugh that turned into another soft, needy moan as a final aftershock rolled through her dripping cunt, making her thighs twitch.
"Alive," she breathed, thighs still trembling, pussy still fluttering with little aftershocks. "I feel... alive."
Her eyes — hungry, awake, and completely addicted — stayed locked on his like she never wanted to look away again.
"I want more... I want you to—"