Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 288: Elizabeth’s Love For Me

The morning sun painted the bedroom in warm honey tones, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. I was standing on the floor with my back against the wall, legs stretched out, still catching my breath. My shirt was somewhere across the room, pants and towel tangled around my ankles. Elizabeth knelt between my thighs, her silk nightgown hanging off one shoulder, the fabric barely covering her breasts. Strands of blonde hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, and a faint sheen of sweat and my cum glistened on her chest and chin.

She wrapped her fingers gently around my softening, wet dick, stroking slow and lazy, like she was petting a favorite cat. "Was that blowjob good enough to lift your mood?" she asked, voice soft and teasing, face only inches from mine.

I let out a shaky laugh, still feeling the aftershocks. "Yeah... that felt the best. Trust me, Elizabeth."

"Hehe, good to know," she whispered, and leaned in for another kiss. Our lips met slow and deep, a little salty from me, but neither of us cared. I could taste everything we’d just done, and it only made me want to pull her closer.

When we finally broke apart, her forehead rested against mine, both of us breathing the same air. "So... will you go now?" she asked quietly. There was a tiny crack in her voice, and her eyes suddenly a little sad.

"I have to," I said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Aeri’s probably home by now. Waiting for me."

"Ohh... your stepmom," Elizabeth said, drawing the word out like she was tasting it.

"Yeah." I sighed, half-smiling. "She asks a million questions even when I’m five minutes late from the brothel... I mean, the ’website agency’ I tell her I work for." I rolled my eyes, but the smile stayed.

Elizabeth gave a soft, playful pout. "I’m actually a little jealous of her, you know."

I laughed, surprised. "You? Jealous? You’ve got movie stars, athletes, rock stars—literally anyone you want on your bed. Ready to kiss your feet."

She tilted her head, one eyebrow raised, that familiar wicked curve on her lips. "But I can’t have Ezra... can I?"

The question hung in the air, light but heavy at the same time.

I pressed my lips together, feeling heat crawl up my neck. All I could do was smile small, shy, honest

She saw it and her expression softened. Leaning in, she kissed the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then the tip of my nose. "I know," she whispered, voice gentle.

I laughed quietly, cupped her face, and kissed her slow, grateful, lingering. "Thank you," I said against her lips. "For everything."

The bedroom was bright and warm, morning sun spilling across the rumpled sheets and the soft carpet. Elizabeth in front of me, her silk nightgown hanging off one shoulder, tits half-exposed. I stood there with queations and doubts in mind. Obviously when I think about Aeri, I cannot see anyone else standing in her place. It’s near impossible and Elizabeth saw it in my eyes.

She looked up at me, eyes soft and knowing. "It’s okay," she said gently, cupping my cheeks with both hands. "You don’t have to think that hard, sweetie." Then she leaned in and pressed the sweetest, softest kiss to my lips. "If I can have you right now... that’s enough for me."

Her words hit me right in the chest. "Yeah," I whispered, hands sliding down to grab her ass through the thin gown, squeezing the warm, soft curves. "Yeah, it is."

"Ahm..." Elizabeth gasped, a little laugh slipping out as she smiled against my mouth. "You won’t get late now?"

I grinned, giving her ass a playful slap that made the silk snap against her skin. "Maybe I wanna give you a little love before I go?"

"You know what?" She giggled, eyes sparkling. "I’d love that."

That was all I needed.

My hands grabbed both cheeks firmly and I lifted her straight off the floor. She squeaked in surprise, then laughed, wrapping her legs tight around my waist, arms looping around my neck. We kissed the whole way messy, hungry kisses) as I carried her out of the bedroom and into the sunlit dining area.

The long rectangle table was already clear except for a couple of coffee mugs.

I set her down on the edge, the wood cool under her thighs. My fingers hooked the loose gown and pulled it up and off in one smooth tug. It fluttered to her waist, leaving her completely bare from the waist up, sunlight painting gold across her collarbones and boobs.

"Ahhmm... yeah... kiss me there," she moaned as I leaned in, mouth closing over one nipple, sucking slow and firm while my hand kneaded the other. Her skin tasted like salt and warm sleep, and she arched into me, fingers threading through my hair.

I kissed a trail between her breasts, down the soft line of her stomach, pushing the rest of the gown higher until it bunched around her hips. Her legs spread wider on their own, thighs trembling just a little.

"Ahhmm..." I exhaled against her skin, dropping lower until I was eye-level with her pussy pink, glistening, already wet again. The scent of her hit me sweet, familiar, perfect, and I couldn’t help the grin.

"Someone’s ready," I teased, looking up at her.

Elizabeth bit her lip, cheeks pink, eyes dark with want. "All your fault," she whispered, reaching down to brush my hair back. "Now stop staring and eat it hard for me, Ezra."

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss right against her folds, tongue sliding through her wetness. She gasped, hips rocking forward, fingers tightening in my hair.

The dining room filled with her soft moans and the quiet sounds of morning outside birds, distant traffic, sunlight warming everything, while I lost myself in her taste, in the way her thighs trembled against my cheeks, in the simple, perfect fact that for these few stolen minutes she was all mine and I was all hers.