Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 25: Guilt & Forgiveness (R-18)

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"Ahhh... ahhhn... ahh... Ez... ahh..." Aeri moaned, her voice breaking under my hardest thrusts, each one shaking her body, her cries spilling out raw and jagged. The couch rocked beneath us, the springs squeaking loud, barely holding up as I fucked her from behind, her ass pressed tight against my hips.

"I'm not listening, Aeri," I said, my voice rough and desperate, leaning forward over her back, my chest brushing her sweat-slick skin. "I love you so much! Why can't you see...?" I thrust deeper, harder, my hands sliding around to grope her boobs, squeezing them firm as I slammed my hips into her. The soft weight of them filled my palms, bouncing with every move, her nipples hard against my fingers.

"Ahhh... ahhhhh... ahhhh..." Her moans grew louder, wilder, echoing through the room as I pulled her up from behind, lifting her torso off the couch. My hands gripped her boobs tight, pulling her back against me, her spine arching as I held her there.

"Arghh so good Aeri...ahh..Come here!!" I smooched her neck, my lips wet and hungry against her skin, sucking at the pulse point while my fingers massaged her boobs, jiggling them, kneading her softness. All the while, I kept fucking her, my dick driving into her pussy, relentless and deep.

"Ahhhhrghh... ahhhhh..." She lost it completely, her control slipping away, her head tipping back against my shoulder, eyes rolling up, whites flashing as the sensations overwhelmed her.

"I love you so much, Aeri... arghh... I want you with me all the time," I said, my voice breaking with the weight of it, my breath hot against her ear.

I meant every word—couldn't hold it back anymore—and the need in me spiked, pushing me closer to the edge. I felt it then, the tightness building in my cock, sharp and urgent, my climax rushing up fast.

"Arghh..Fuck, I'm cumming again!" I growled, my hands dropping to her hips, gripping hard as I gave her one final, brutal thrust, burying my dick as deep as it'd go inside her pussy.

"Ahhhhhhh..." she moaned, a loud, shattering cry as her back arched toward me, her ass pushing back, taking my dick even deeper. Her walls clenched tight around my cock, hot and wet, milking me as I hit my peak, releasing my semen inside her.

"Ahhh... ahhh..." I groaned, grinding my hips against her a little more, riding out the afterflow, my semen spilling hot into her, filling her womb up again. Her body vibrated in my hands, trembling hard, her thighs quaking against mine as the orgasm rippled through her too.

The air was thick with our gasps, the couch creaking one last time as we shook together, locked in the moment.

Then, slow and careful, I pulled out, my dick springing free with a soft, wet sound. White juices—mine and hers—dripped from the tip, splattering onto her ass and the couch below, a messy trail of what we'd done.

She collapsed forward, her arms giving out, her face pressing into the pillow again, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I sank back on my knees, wiping the sweat from my brow, staring at her—naked, wrecked, glowing in the dimming light, her ass still raised, her skin flushed and glistening.

"Aeri..." I muttered.

"Ahhuhhh... huff..." Aeri lay sprawled ahead of me on the couch, her back to me, her body rising and falling with heavy breaths.

The room was quiet now, the wild heat of before settling into a soft hum, the orange glow of the late afternoon sun fading into a cooler dusk through the window.

"Huff... huff..." I exhaled hard, my chest still heaving as I sat back on my knees, looking down at her. My hair fell over my face, damp and tangled, and a hint of guilt tugged at me, heavy in my gut. "I'm sorry..." I said, my voice low, almost a whisper, my head dipping as I stared at the mess I made—the couch cushions, her one-piece crumpled on the floor.

"Ezra..." Aeri said, her tone soft but firm. She sat up slow, turning to face me, and before I could say anything else, she leaned in and hugged me tight, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. Her skin was warm, sticky with sweat, and she pressed her face into my neck.

"I'm sorry..." she murmured, her breath tickling my skin. "I shouldn't have said that—knowing how you feel about me. It wasn't fair."

I let out a slow *sighhh*, my hand sliding up her back, tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the tension there ease under my touch. "It's okay," I said, my voice steadying. "It'll take some time for you to get comfortable with all this—I get it. But it's fine... I'll wait till the end, however long it takes." I meant it, every word, and I rubbed her back slow, letting her feel it too.

She pulled back just enough to look up at me, her eyes glistening with tears, soft and bright in the dim light.

"Ezra... thank you..." she said, a small, genuine smile breaking through, her lips trembling a little. Her face was still flushed, sweat beading on her forehead, and she looked so damn beautiful it hit me all over again.

I reached over to the side table, grabbing a napkin from the stack there, and leaned in, wiping the sweat off her face gentle and slow, brushing it across her cheeks, her brow.

"Here," I said, "can't have you all sticky."

She laughed soft, snatching my hand mid-wipe, her fingers wrapping around my wrist. "I can do it myself, you idiot," she said, her tone teasing, a playful edge cutting through the heaviness.

Then her phone buzzed sharp across the room, vibrating on the glass coffee table, cutting through the quiet. We both turned to look at it, the screen lighting up bright in the fading day. She sighed, untangling herself from me, and stood up—naked, her body bare and glowing as she walked over to grab it.

The sight of her walking away, all curves and confidence, made my chest tighten, but I stayed put, watching her go.

She picked up the phone, swiping to answer, her voice shifting to something casual as she started talking, pacing a little by the table.

"Hey, yeah, I'm here..." she said, her tone light, like nothing had just happened, though her free hand tugged her hair back, still messy from me. I leaned back on the couch, catching my breath.