Ethan and Erica stood close to each other, their faces only inches apart, breathing softly on each other's lips.
Ethan's heart pounded. He leaned in slowly and brushed his lips against hers — soft as cotton. Erica didn't pull away. When their mouths finally met, a spark rushed through Ethan's entire body.
Erica placed her hands gently on Ethan's chest, her fingers resting against his cotton shirt. She kissed him back, her lips moving like they had waited forever for this moment.
Her eyes began to close as she surrendered to the feeling — his touch, his warmth, his nearness.
Ethan's hands slid down her waist, slow and careful, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. His fingers traced the curves of her hips, then moved back up, brushing along her sides — nervous, yet full of need.
He touched the fabric of her red dress, tracing the shape of her figure. His thumbs passed lightly over the edge of her chest, then returned to her shoulders, then to her neck. Erica's body shivered in response, every small motion drawing a deeper breath from her.
His hand paused near her neck, brushing his thumb near her ear. The gesture was gentle — but carried the buried intent of someone who wanted to lead. Someone ready to dominate — if she allowed him.
Then, without warning, his lips pressed harder against hers — deeper, more urgent. Their breaths tangled. Their bodies leaned into each other. Ethan walked her back, still kissing, until the backs of her knees touched the edge of the bed.
She fell onto the mattress with a soft thump. The sheets shifted beneath her. Ethan followed and climbed over her, looking down into her eyes, breathing hard. She looked up, lips parted, waiting.
He reached for the bottom of her dress, fingers sliding it up over her thighs, then her hips.
The dress was now sitting around her waist, revealing her underwear slightly. Her cheeks turned red from shyness, but she didn't stop him.
He kissed her again—deeper and more passionate than before. His hands moved slowly, massaging her back with care. Then, he unclipped her bra.
It fell to the ground, and her large breasts bounced free, coming into full view. For a moment, Ethan simply stared at her—like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Ethan whispered, "You're beautiful," his voice soft but a touch of roughness was burried deep beneath it.
He kissed her neck, then moved lower, his hands exploring her body.
He leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against her neck before trailing lower. He cupped her breasts gently, placing soft kisses on each one. His mouth teased her nipples with tender licks and light kisses. Erica let out a quiet gasp, her fingers slipping into his hair as she pulled him closer. Ethan's head rested between her ample chest, completely enveloped by her warmth.
The room was filled with the quiet sounds of breathing, the rustle of sheets, and soft, breathy moans.
Ethan's hand slid down again, this time slipping beneath her panties. He slowly pulled them down along her legs, never taking his eyes off her. She lay there, completely exposed — her body warm and softly glowing in the evening light.
Ethan stood at the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. One by one, he undid each button, his eyes locked with hers. When the shirt finally fell away, Erica saw his chest — firm and warm.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, now wearing only his boxers.
Erica looked at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Ethan returned to the bed and leaned over her, kissing her again—this time as if he didn't want to let go.
He took both hands to her breasts, grabbed them, and started squeezing gently while kissing her passionately.
He then began licking her neck while twisting her left nipple and squeezing the other.
Moving down to her breasts, he took one into his mouth and started sucking like a baby.
He sucked her nipple while looking into her eyes; as he did, Erica played with his hair and let out a soft moan.
Ethan started squeezing her other breast and rubbed his dick over her pussy through his boxers.
Embarrassed, Erica tried to hide her face with her hands, but she didn't stop him—she wanted this.
He looked into Erica's eyes while leaning closer—