Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 46: Comfort (+18)

She looked at him, lips parted, breathing short, as if waiting for him to say the word that would free her or push her away for good. He stood up. Slowly. Without a word. He took the three steps that separated them. Irene did not back away. She only lifted her chin.

Kaiser placed his lips on those of Irene Frostvine without warning. The contact was firm, slightly rough. Irene responded immediately, her mouth opening under his with a wet sound, "Mmh...", her warm breath mingling with his. Her hands, with slender fingers and slightly prominent knuckles, slid to the nape of Kaiser’s neck, her short nails scratching the soft skin with a light scraping.

The kiss deepened, their tongues clashing, rubbing insistently. Their breaths quickened, a jerky rhythm of nasal inhalations. Kaiser felt Irene’s teeth graze his lower lip. She moaned, "Hmmnn...", a guttural and low sound that vibrated against his mouth. It made him harden instantly.

His hand slid under the fabric of her dress, moving up along her bare thigh. Irene’s skin was warm, soft, with the slightly grainy texture of foundation. He felt under his fingers the slight ridge of a small scar on her knee. His fingers slowly undid the remaining buttons of the dress, one by one. Each click of the button leaving its buttonhole was sharp in the room’s silence.

When the fabric opened completely with a light rustle, she was wearing only a black lace bra with thin golden straps and matching panties. Her body was precise: heavy breasts marked by the slight groove of the bra, a waist defined by the ribcage and the curve of the hips, a pale tan line on her flat stomach.

Kaiser leaned in, his warm breath on her skin. He kissed the flesh just above the lace edge, feeling a slight shiver under his lips. Irene arched her back, a powerful movement of her abdominal muscles.

"Aah...", she let out, offering her chest. He unclasped the bra hook with a sharp gesture; a small metallic click, and the breasts, with dark pink areolas and hardened nipples, were freed. He took one in his mouth, the warm and salty flesh. He sucked, then gently nibbled the bud with his teeth.

"Ah! Nngh..." Irene’s moan was sharper this time. Her free hand descended between her thighs, brushing the damp lace, already warm and sticky. He rubbed his palm against the fabric, feeling the shape of her sex beneath.

"You’re already soaked," he breathed, his voice hoarser.

Irene opened her eyes. "What do you think? How long have you been looking at me like takeout?" Her own voice was low, breathless. "Stop rubbing the fabric and touch me properly."

He obeyed. A light tearing sound broke the silence as he pulled the side of her panties aside. His fingers slid, finding wet heat, the lips already swollen. He found the hard and prominent clit and began to circle slowly, with firm pressure. Irene’s body stiffened, then relaxed in waves.

"Ah... ah... yes, there..." Her hips lifted to press against his hand, a rhythmic movement that made the sofa creak. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

Kaiser sped up the rhythm, the sound of his fingers moving in the wetness becoming more distinct. He watched sweat bead at the base of her neck, redness rise on her chest, her mouth open on jerky gasps.

"Kaiser..." she breathed, eyes half-closed, saliva glistening on her lower lip. "I want more. Right now."

He withdrew his fingers with a small wet sound, brought them to his mouth and licked them, his gaze locked on hers. Then he stood up, his knees cracking slightly. He took her by the waist, his hands almost completely encircling her torso, and lifted her effortlessly. She was dense, a real and warm weight. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Unh!" she groaned, surprised, instantly wrapping her legs around his waist, her high heels digging into his lower back. He carried her to the bedroom, their breaths mingled, and laid her on the king-size bed.

Irene’s body sank into the duvet with a light rustle. She lay there, panting, hair disheveled on the pearl gray pillow, gaze fixed on him, full of impatient expectation.

Irene lay on the bed, arms stretching above her head, shadows highlighting the curve of her ribs and the slight swell of her breasts under the dim light. Her pale skin was dotted with a few freckles on her shoulders.

Kaiser, standing, already naked, his sex, already erect, pressed against his stomach, glistened with a bead of pre-seminal fluid at its fleshy tip, the prominent veins palpable under the skin.

Irene turned her head on the pillow. Her eyes, gray, scanned his body without haste, lingering on his member, and a narrow, appreciative smile stretched her lips. "Mmh. Impressive."

"Come here," she said simply, her voice already slightly veiled.

He knelt on the mattress which groaned under his weight, settled between her thighs which she had left open. He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue seeking hers, while rubbing his erection against the fine silk of her panties, already damp. The fabric slid, moist, against his sensitive glans. Irene’s hips lifted from the bed in an impatient back-and-forth movement, her pelvis seeking firmer pressure. "Mmmf..."

"Take that off," he ordered, mouth against hers, pulling on the elastic of her panties with a muffled snap against her skin.

She obeyed, sliding her hands between their bodies to pull the garment down her hips, to her ankles, from where it fell heavily to the floor. Naked, she was an expanse of pale skin and generous curves. Without shame, she spread her thighs further, exposing her sex with full lips, already slick with her own desire.

Kaiser slid lower. His warm breath brushed her inner skin before his tongue, flat and firm, traced a slow path from bottom to top, from the entrance of her vagina to her emerging clit. He encircled it with his lips and sucked gently. "Aaah... haaan..." Irene’s moan escaped, long and low. Her fingers clenched in the cotton sheets, knuckles whitening.

"Yes... like that... right there..." she gasped, the words cut by another sharp breath when he resumed his movement, tongue now fast and targeted, vibrating on the small knot of flesh.

His fingers, wet with his own saliva and her flow, joined the work of his mouth. Two fingers penetrated her without resistance, sliding deep into the wet heat. He curled them forward, searching, and rubbed them against the upper internal wall. Irene’s body suddenly stiffened, then was shaken by a convulsive tremor. "Hihh!!! Yes! There!"

He maintained the pressure, his fingers’ movement becoming a regular back-and-forth while his tongue continued its circular attacks. Irene’s breathing became jerky, chopped. Her breasts, with dark areolas and hardened tips, trembled with each brutal inhalation. "Kaiser... I... I’m going to cum... right now..."

He did not speed up, but intensified the pressure, relentless in his regularity. A few seconds later, her back arched violently.

"AAAH!" The cry was hoarse, scraped from the depths of her throat. Her internal muscles contracted in quick and powerful waves around his fingers, a pulsing vise of warm flesh. Her thighs clamped against his temples, trembling uncontrollably. "Haa... haa... haaan..." Her moans stretched, blending into a continuous whine as the orgasm coursed through her, shaking her in jolts.