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Adrian showered her with kisses, his lips trailing down her neck and across her shoulders. Greta gasped softly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
When she guided one of his hands between her legs, Adrian froze momentarily, his cheeks flushing. "You're... wet," he murmured, his voice cracking slightly.
Greta blushed but didn't shy away, her fingers tracing her own folds over his hand. "It's for you," she whispered, her words both shy and inviting. "I've dreamed of this, Adrian. Of you."
His hesitation melted away as he slipped a finger into her warmth, her moans encouraging him to explore further. "Do you like this?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with wonder.
Greta's breath hitched as she nodded, her emerald eyes locking onto his. "More than I ever imagined," she confessed, her voice trembling.
Adrian leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her lips as he whispered, "Then let me confirm how much." With that, he lowered himself further, his lips trailing her body as his restraint gave way entirely.
His head now between her legs, Adrian was facing her womanhood, inhaling deeply as her scent overwhelmed his senses. Even through the haze of alcohol, it captivated him, igniting something primal.
He leaned closer, taking a deeper whiff, and then let his tongue glide into her wet folds to taste her fully. Greta moaned in pleasure, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her movements desperate and uninhibited.
Adrian felt her body tremble under his ministrations, shuddering as more of her essence graced his lips. Her reactions only spurred him further, but by now, his own need was undeniable. The ache in his pants had grown unbearable, and he realized he couldn't ignore it any longer if he wanted to maintain any semblance of composure.
He raised his head, kneeling between her spread legs as he worked to relieve his manhood from the confines of his clothing. Just as he unfastened the buckle, Greta's small hands darted forward, grasping his phallus with a sense of eagerness that made him pause in both surprise and embarrassment.
She freed him fully, her delicate fingers gliding over his phallus with both reverence and a curiosity that sent a jolt through Adrian's body. His breath caught, his chest rising and falling with uneven rhythm, as Greta's emerald eyes studied him intently.
"You're... impressive," she murmured, her voice soft yet sultry, her teasing smile making Adrian's cheeks flush a deep crimson.
Greta's teasing became more deliberate as she tugged gently at the foreskin, revealing the thick dewy drop glistening at the tip.
"How very noble of you," she whispered, her tone dripping with playful sensuality.
Adrian clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the sides of his pants as he closed his eyes, desperately trying to hold onto his composure.
That composure shattered instantly when her warm mouth enveloped him, the heat and softness overwhelming his senses. Adrian's eyes flew open in shock, his gaze locking onto hers. Greta looked up at him with a mixture of innocence and mischief, her emerald eyes sparkling as her lips moved with deliberate, sensual intent.
"Greta..." Adrian managed to gasp, his voice filled with both disbelief and unrestrained desire.
She offered no reply, her focus unyielding as her movements grew more confident. Each deliberate stroke of her mouth drew a strangled groan from Adrian, his restraint slipping further with every passing second.
"You're... relentless," he muttered, his voice barely audible above his labored breathing, but Greta only smiled against him, her actions answering any words he might have offered.
Finally, his resolve shattered entirely. Adrian let go of the last shred of reason, deciding that if there was ever a moment to surrender to her, this was it.
As his body tensed, he released into her mouth, his face flushing with embarrassment at his loss of control.
Greta, however, swallowed his release without hesitation, a triumphant glint lighting up her emerald eyes. She looked up at him with a teasing smile.
"You know," she began, her voice a mixture of mischief and pride, "you were the one who taught me how to do this properly back during our academy days."
Adrian blinked, the memory hitting him with vivid clarity. Those days at the academy, when youthful curiosity and their growing closeness had led him to push boundaries, came flooding back. Back then, he had been eager to explore the sensations of their bodies, while Greta had been more cautious, her initial hesitance making each step feel like a small victory.
He recalled the conversations, the coaxing, and the moments of laughter and nervousness as he convinced her to experiment. She had finally agreed, and he had guided her, teaching her how to please him.
That memory of her flushed cheeks, focused determination, and eventual confidence now overlapped with the bold, self-assured woman in front of him, making him smile softly. It added yet another layer to the deep admiration he felt for Greta, who had always managed to match his fire with her own.
Adrian gently guided Greta to lie on top of him, her back pressed against his chest. This time, all of his earlier hesitation was gone.
Adrian had been holding himself back since their academy days, restraining the feelings he had never been able to fully articulate. But tonight, he finally decided to let go and savor the moment without reservation.
One of his hands explored her breasts with reverence, his palm gently tracing her curves, while the other began its slow journey downward, his fingers brushing the heated space between her thighs. Greta turned her head slightly, curiosity and desire mingling in her emerald eyes.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Adrian pressed a tender kiss to her temple, his lips lingering as he murmured, "I'm making sure you enjoy this. Trust me."
As his fingers delved deeper, he felt her warmth, her body responding instinctively to his touch. Greta gasped, her body arching into him. Each deliberate movement of his hand drew a reaction from her, a symphony of soft gasps and shivers that fueled Adrian's growing confidence.
She clutched his arm tightly as he gently pressed a second finger into her wetness, her breaths coming in short, heated bursts.
"Adrian," she whispered, her voice trembling, a mixture of embarrassment and yearning. Her emerald eyes met his briefly before fluttering closed, her head tilting back as waves of sensation coursed through her.
He smiled softly, his voice low and encouraging as his lips brushed against her ear. "You're incredible, Greta. Let yourself enjoy this. Trust me."
She exhaled shakily, her body melting further into his embrace, her trust evident in the way she surrendered to his touch. Her soft moans filled the air, spurring Adrian on as he explored her with care and reverence.
When he added a third finger, ensuring she was fully prepared, Greta whimpered, her body tightening momentarily before she clung to him, her trust unwavering.
"You're perfect," he murmured against her skin, his lips brushing her collarbone as his own arousal pressed insistently against her back, demanding release. Greta turned her head slightly, catching his gaze with a breathless smile.
"Adrian, I trust you," she whispered, her words emboldening him to push beyond his earlier restraint, his touches growing bolder yet filled with tenderness.
Adrian gently flipped Greta onto her back, their eyes locking as they faced each other. Greta's gaze dropped to his swollen phallus, and a playful giggle escaped her lips.
"I've always wanted you inside me," she teased, her voice laced with both humor and longing.
Adrian leaned down, kissing her deeply and then he whispered, "Making you happy has always been my dream." With deliberate care, he positioned himself and began to enter her. Greta gasped sharply, her breath catching as the sensation overwhelmed her, a mix of pain and pleasure.
Adrian paused, his expression soft with concern. "Greta, are you alright?"
She nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute.
Encouraged, Adrian continued, his movements slow and measured at first, giving her time to adjust. As their rhythm grew, the bed rocked with the intensity of their passion. Greta's soft moans filled the room, mingling with Adrian's deep groans as they lost themselves in each other.
That night, they gave in to their desires completely, their connection deepening with every touch and every kiss. They made love many more times before dawn, each time more intimate and fervent than the last.
When Adrian woke the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the window, he found blood on the sheets—and Greta gone.