10: The Neighbor’s Son(2)

Elena released his manhood and shifted her position, moving down between his legs. Lucas watched as she settled herself there, her hands sliding up his thighs. Elena looked up at him through her lashes, her tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up the underside of his manhood.

Lucas groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets as Elena began to take him into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth as she sank down, taking him deeper with each bob of her head. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking him into her throat, her nose pressing against his pelvis.

Elena set a steady rhythm, her head moving up and down as she sucked him off. She reached up to fondle his balls, rolling them in her palm as she increased the pressure of her mouth. Lucas's hips bucked up, seeking more of that sweet friction.

"Elena, I'm close," he warned, his voice strained with pleasure. "I don't know how much longer I can last."

Elena pulled off his manhood with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. She stroked him firmly as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with mischief.

"Come for me, baby," she purred. "I want to taste your cum."

With that, Elena dove back down, taking him into her throat once more. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with her mouth. Within seconds, Lucas was crying out her name, his body tensing as he came hard down her throat.

Elena swallowed every drop, milking him for all he was worth until he collapsed back against the bed, spent and satisfied. She crawled up his body, lying beside him as she peppered his face with soft kisses.

"That was incredible," Lucas murmured, his arms wrapping around her waist. "You're amazing."

Elena smiled, snuggling into his side. "I'm not done with you yet," she promised. "We have all night long to explore each other's bodies. And I intend to make the most of it."

Elena's words sent a shiver of anticipation down Lucas's spine. He looked at her with renewed lust, his hands roaming over her body as he pulled her closer. "I can't wait," he growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

As they made out, Lucas’s fingers fumbled with the belt of her robe, his breath quickening as he exposed her skin. She stood before him, her body a testament to both strength and vulnerability. Her breasts were full, her waist narrow, and her hips curved in a way that made his heart race.

Elena rolled on top of Lucas, straddling his hips. She broke the kiss to sit up, straddling his waist. With a coy smile, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. Her full, heavy breasts bounced free, her nipples already hard peaks begging for attention.

Lucas sat up, his gaze was intense, filled with a mix of awe and hunger, and it sent shivers down her spine. She pulled him closer, her hands resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms.

His mouth found her neck, his lips leaving trails of heat as he kissed and nibbled his way down her body, his breath hot against her skin. He paused at her breasts, he took one rosy bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before gently grazing it with his teeth. Elena gasped, threading her fingers through his hair as he lavished her breasts with attention.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned, arching into his touch. "Just like that, baby."

Lucas continued his assault on her breasts, moving from one to the other as his hands roamed her body. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing the soft skin there. Elena's hips bucked at the contact, seeking more friction.

Unable to resist any longer, Lucas hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and tugged them down her long legs. He tossed them aside and ran his hands back up her thighs, pushing them apart to reveal her most intimate area. Elena was already glistening with arousal, her swollen lips begging to be touched.

Lucas knelt between her thighs, his eyes locking onto the core of her desire. She was wet, her body responding to his touch with a hunger that surprised even her. His tongue teased her, slow and deliberate, running along her slit before circling her clit. His inexperience was overshadowed by his desperation to please.

She moaned, her hands flying to his shoulders as she bucked against his mouth, guiding him deeper, harder. He delved deeper, lapping at her nectar as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Am I doing it right?” he murmured, his eyes worshipping her like she was both teacher and goddess.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice thick with need, “you’re doing it right.”

Elena's moans grew louder and more frequent as Lucas worked her with his mouth. He brought a hand up to join in, sliding one finger inside her tight heat as he continued to lick and suck. Lucas could feel her walls clenching around his finger as he pumped it in and out, curling it to hit her sweet spot.

"Don't stop," Elena panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh yes, right there!"

Lucas doubled his efforts, adding a second finger as he continued to lick and suck her clit. He could feel Eena's body tensing beneath him as she got closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, yes, fuck!" Elena cried, her head thrashing against the pillows. "I'm gonna come!"

With a final lick and a thrust of his fingers, Lucas sent Elena flying over the edge. Her walls clamped down on his fingers as she came hard, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

As she came down from her high, Elena pulled Lucas up to lie beside her, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "That was incredible," she breathed, peppering his face with soft kisses. "You're so good with your tongue."

Lucas grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I aim to please," he said with a wink.

Elena laughed, the sound low and throaty. She rolled to straddle him once more, reaching down to stroke his hardening manhood. "And I aim to return the favor," she purred, positioning herself over him.

With a slow roll of her hips, Elena sank down onto Lucas's erection, taking him deep inside her wet heat. They both groaned at the contact, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. Elena set a steady pace, riding him with long, deep strokes as she leaned down to kiss him passionately.

Lucas reached up to cup her breasts as they bounced in time with her movements, tweaking her nipples between his fingers. The combination of sensations had Elena moaning loudly, her walls fluttering around Lucas's cock as she got closer to another orgasm.

"Oh God, baby," she panted, changing the angle of her hips to take him even deeper. "You feel so good inside me."

Lucas gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her from below. "You're so tight Miss Elena," he growled through gritted teeth. "So fucking perfect."

Their lovemaking intensified as they chased their pleasure, their bodies glistening with sweat as they moved together in perfect harmony. With a few more deep strokes and a press of his thumb against her clit, Lucas sent Elena flying over the edge once more.

She cried out his name as she came hard, her walls clamping down around him like a vice. Lucas followed shortly after, spilling himself deep inside her with a guttural moan.

As they both came down from their high, Elena collapsed on top of him, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

She held him, her arms tight around his neck, her heart racing, her mind reeling from the intensity of what just happened. They lay there, panting, their eyes locked, the moment heavy with unspoken words.

Lucas leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his touch tender now, his inexperience replaced by a quiet understanding. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with gratitude and something more. She smiled, a bittersweet ache in her chest, knowing this was the end. He stepped back, pulling up his jeans, his youthful frame already distant, his heart already moving on.

She watched him go, her body still buzzing, her soul feeling alive in a way it hadn’t in years.

He moved away eventually, chasing his future. But that night stayed with her, the sweetness of stolen youth, the way desire erased the years between them. A secret, raw and unfiltered, a reminder that even in heartbreak, even in guilt, there’s a spark of youth, of passion, of life that can’t be extinguished. And for that, she was grateful.