Read Novel Full Chapter 1059: First Touch (r-18)
Chapter 1059: First Touch (r-18)
She was still trembling on the couch, chest heaving, the navy lounge pants soaked dark between her thighs, when Eros stood up.
He didn’t speak at first. He simply walked around the coffee table and stopped in front of her, looking down at the beautiful, wrecked woman who had just come twice without a single finger on her skin.
Her gray eyes were glassy and unfocused, lips parted and still glistening with the taste of their kiss. Honey-blonde strands clung to her flushed, sweat-damp cheeks.
The cream silk blouse was plastered to her sweat-slick breasts, her fat nipples stiff and aching, poking shamelessly against the thin fabric like they were begging for teeth. Her bare feet were planted wide on the cushion, toes curled tight, thighs still quivering from the aftershocks.
"Enough of the air," he said softly, voice low and dark, rich with command. "I’m going to touch you now... if you let me."
Her breath hitched. A fresh, violent shiver rolled through her entire body, making her heavy breasts jiggle under the silk.
"Please," she whispered before she could stop herself, the word raw and broken and dripping with two years of starving need.
Eros knelt between her spread knees. His hands—warm, steady, powerful—settled on her thighs over the damp fabric of the lounge pants.
The moment his palms made contact, he let the Touch flow. Nerve endings rewrote themselves under his fingers, turning every inch of skin into pure, hypersensitive erogenous territory. At the same time he coated his fingertips with a thick, concentrated layer of pheromones—targeted, intensified, and merciless.
He looked up at her and slowly spread her thighs wider for him while giving them the softest of his thumb brushing.
The combination of his Touch and Pheromones was devastating, and she gasped sharply as the first wave of amplified sensation crashed through her legs.
It felt like his mouth and his tongue all over entire body all at once—everywhere he touched.
He started slow.
His hands slid down to her calves, thumbs pressing deep into the muscle in long, firm strokes. The pheromones sank in instantly.
She felt phantom teeth grazing the back of her knees, a hot tongue licking slow, wet stripes up the inside of her calf, thick fingers stroking the sensitive skin behind her ankles like an invisible cock dragged heavily along the length of her outer pussy folds.
"Oh my God—" Her voice broke into a filthy, desperate moan. Her legs jerked, thighs trembling violently as fresh slick leaked from her pussy and trickled down toward her ass.
He kept going, massaging higher, thumbs circling, palms gliding. Every inch he touched lit up like a live wire. Her feet flexed and pointed, toes spreading wide as phantom lips sucked on each one in turn, hot tongues swirling between them.
When he reached the hem of her lounge pants, he hooked his fingers into the waistband.
"Lift your hips for me," he murmured.
She obeyed instantly, hips rising off the couch in a shaky, eager arch, offering herself completely. He peeled the soaked navy fabric down her thighs slowly, deliberately, watching every inch of skin he revealed. The pants slid over the generous curve of her ass, down her thick, smooth thighs, past her knees, and finally off her ankles.
He lifted it in his of and brought it to his nose and took a long sniff the wetness of her pussy arousal making her gasp at the hotness of it and thrusting her hips to him, before he tossed them aside, leaving her bare from the waist down.
She was bare from the waist down now.
Her pussy was glistening with wetness, swollen, visibly throbbing in the warm lamplight. Her outer lips were puffy and flushed a deep, needy pink, the inner folds slick and shiny, parting slightly with every helpless flutter.
A thick, glistening string of her arousal stretched from her dripping entrance all the way down to the cushion, swaying obscenely with each tiny twitch of her hips. Her clit peeked out from its hood, swollen and shiny, pulsing visibly like a tiny heartbeat begging for attention.
The hot, sweet scent of her soaked pussy filled the air—musky, feminine, and utterly intoxicating.
But he didn’t look at it directly. Not yet.
His hands returned to her legs.
This time there was nothing between his pheromone-coated fingers and her bare skin.
The effect was immediate and brutal.
He started at her knees and worked upward in long, slow, possessive strokes. His palms glided over the soft, warm flesh of her outer thighs, thumbs digging into the plush, quivering muscle while the pheromones rewrote every nerve ending they touched.
She felt full, deep strokes of a thick cock sliding along the outside of her thighs, phantom hands gripping and spreading her wider, a hot tongue licking slow, wet stripes up the sensitive skin.
Her legs started shaking uncontrollably.
"Eros—fuck—fuck—" she whimpered, head falling back against the couch.
He moved higher.
His hands slid to the very tops of her thighs, fingers digging into the soft, plush flesh where leg met hip. The pheromones surged stronger here. She felt the thick head of his cock rubbing right against the crease, teasing, pressing, sliding back and forth without ever entering her.
Her hips bucked hard.
She was spasming now—little, helpless contractions rippling through her thighs and lower belly. Her pussy clenched visibly around nothing, leaking fresh slick that dripped in slow, shiny rivulets down toward her ass, coating the crease of her thighs in warm, slippery wetness.
Still, he ignored it.
His fingers traced slow, torturous circles on the innermost part of her thighs, right where the skin was softest and most sensitive.
Every stroke sent lightning bolts straight to her clit. She felt phantom fingers spreading her pussy lips wide open, a hot tongue flicking just millimeters from her swollen clit, the heavy weight of his cock resting against her entrance without pushing in.
Her entire lower body was shaking violently.
"Oh God—please—please touch me—" she begged, voice hoarse and broken.
He didn’t.
Instead, he gripped the soft, full flesh of her inner thighs with both hands and massaged deeper, thumbs pressing hard into the trembling muscle while his fingers kneaded the sensitive skin only inches from her dripping pussy.
The sensations exploded.
She felt every slow, deliberate stroke of his hands like lightning racing straight to her core.
Her back arched so hard she almost lifted off the couch. The couch cushions creaked beneath her as her hips jerked involuntarily, thighs trembling violently under his warm, powerful palms.
Uncontrollable tremors rolled through her legs in hot, rippling waves. Her bare feet kicked helplessly against the cushion, heels digging deep into the fabric as another orgasm built from nothing but the devastating pressure of his fingers on her inner thighs.
"I’m—I’m going to come again—" she sobbed, voice cracking.