NABC Chapter 684 684: Are You Tense Sweetie ? (Part 1) (R-18)
Chapter 684 684: Are You Tense Sweetie ? (Part 1) (R-18)
Don stirred, eyes blinking open to the soft, golden pool of light from the bedside lamp.The estate outside lay wrapped in deep night—manicured gardens stretching into darkness beyond the tall windows, the faint rustle of leaves and distant fountain trickle drifting in through the open balcony doors.
He rose slightly on one elbow, one hand sliding around Samantha's waist to pull her closer while the other cupped her chin with gentle possession.
His thumb traced the soft curve of her lower lip, pressing lightly against the lingering dampness—saliva or perhaps the ghost of a nervous bite she'd given it earlier.
Her breath became a little unsteady, warm and sweetly scented against his skin. "Sweetie…" she murmured, the word soft and trembling with affection.
The silk of her robe whispered sensually against his forearm as he drew her in tighter.
The heat of her body seeped through the thin fabric, a comforting contrast to the cool night breeze that slipped inside, carrying the heady fragrance of night-blooming jasmine from the estate gardens below.
His thumb pushed past the seam of her lips, pressing down onto her tongue.
Samantha's cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Her lips closed around the intrusion in a soft, wet kiss, her tongue flicking teasingly against the pad before she drew back with a shy flutter of her lashes.
Her gaze drifted downward, lingering on the growing tent in his sleep pants.
Trembling fingers hovered for a moment before curling around the rigid outline, tracing the head through the fabric with tentative reverence. The intense heat radiating from him made her gulp audibly.
"Let me take care of you, sweetie," she whispered, her voice warm and tender, carrying that familiar maternal softness, but with something deeper and more forbidden underneath.
There was no frantic hunger yet—just steady, patient pressure as her fingers stroked him through the material, soothing and arousing all at once.
Her free hand glided up his chest, fingertips brushing the hollow of his throat before settling over his steady pulse.
She traced slow circles there with her thumb, syncing the motion to the rhythm of her own breathing, as if trying to calm them both amid the rising tension.
Don exhaled shakily and let his head sink back into the plush mattress. The large four-poster bed creaked faintly beneath them, its luxurious linens rumpled from earlier.
Moonlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting silvery highlights across the antique furniture and the polished hardwood floors that stretched toward the balcony overlooking the private estate grounds.
Samantha hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and eased them down his hips with gentle care.
The cool draft from the balcony kissed his bared skin for a fleeting instant before her warm palm replaced it, wrapping around his freed cock.
She watched with parted lips as it settled heavy and throbbing against his stomach.
Her fingers curled loosely around the thick base, thumb pressing into the prominent vein running underneath and tracing upward in a slow, exploratory drag.
Her cheeks burned hotter behind her glasses, lashes lowering as she drank in every detail—the way he twitched in her grasp, the hardness spreading across his skin.
She tightened her grip with a gentle squeeze, then began stroking him properly: long, unhurried motions that had her palm gliding smoothly over velvety skin.
Pre-cum soon beaded at the tip and eased the way, making each pass slicker and more intimate.
Don's hips twitched upward instinctively, his cock pulsing hotly in her hand as veins stood taut beneath her thumb.
She had missed this terribly—the familiar weight, the way his body responded so eagerly to her touch.
Her thumb swirled over the leaking slit, smearing the fresh bead of pre-cum in lazy, glistening circles before sliding back down, coating his entire length thoroughly.
The glide grew messier with every stroke, her fingers shining with sticky strands that connected her skin to his shaft.
A thick droplet spilled over, trailing down her knuckles, but she didn't wipe it away. Instead, she let it mix with the growing wetness, her grip becoming sloppier and more sensual as she worked him.
The loose knot of her robe slipped further with her movements, the silk parting to reveal the smooth curve of one shoulder and the delicate dip of her collarbone.
Lower still, the fabric clung precariously to the full swell of her breast, the faint outline of a stiff nipple pressing insistently against the material.
Don's breathing grew heavier as his gaze flickered downward, captivated by the teasing glimpses of her body in the warm lamplight and cool moonlight spilling from the windows.
Samantha leaned forward without warning, her full lips parting.
The hot, wet seal of her mouth enveloped the head of his cock, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through him.
Don's hips jerked involuntarily, a ragged groan tearing from his throat as her tongue pressed flat against the sensitive underside, lapping up the sticky pre-cum with slow, savoring strokes.
The sudden motion nearly knocked her glasses askew; they slid down his stomach with a soft clink, lenses fogging slightly from the humid warmth rising between their bodies.
She adjusted quickly, one hand tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear while the other steadied his base.
Her lips stretched tighter around him as she took more inside, her tongue curling slowly along the underside in slow, teasing patterns.
Drool began to pool beneath her tongue, thick and slick, eventually dripping down to coat the rest of his shaft where her fingers continued their slow, twisting strokes.
Don reached down, his hand brushing his stomach to retrieve her glasses. He set them carefully aside, his fingers lingering for a moment near her cheek.
Samantha hollowed her cheeks with light suction—*slrrp~*—her tongue swirling in unhurried circles that coaxed another thick pulse of pre-cum onto her tastebuds.
She eased lower, taking him deeper until her heavy breasts pressed softly against his thighs through the slipping robe. The stretch made her lips redden and glisten, spit-slick and trembling with effort.
Thick strands of saliva escaped the corners of her mouth, rolling warmly down his shaft in shining rivulets that pooled at the base.
She swallowed around him, her throat fluttering with a wet *glrk~* as the head nudged past the initial resistance.
Her nails dug lightly into his thighs for balance, her body rocking gently in time with her motions.
The night breeze drifted in again from the balcony, carrying the sweet floral notes from the estate gardens and cooling the sweat beginning to bead along her neck and exposed shoulder.
It made her skin prickle deliciously, heightening every sensation as the silk robe continued to slide lower.
She pulled back after a long, indulgent moment with a gasping sigh, lips releasing him with a wet pop.
Thick strands of saliva clung to her bottom lip, stretching obscenely before breaking and dripping onto her chest.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, causing her heavy breasts to sway and bounce beneath the loosened robe.
One shoulder gave way completely, fully revealing a flushed, pink nipple that tightened instantly in the cool air.
She didn't bother adjusting the fabric. Instead, her fingers curled back around his slick cock, smearing the messy blend of drool and pre-cum in slow, sticky circles.
Her thumb swiped over the sensitive head again, teasing another involuntary twitch from his hips.
The estate outside remained peacefully quiet, the distant fountain and rustling trees a serene backdrop to the heated intimacy filling the room.
Samantha's eyes lifted to meet his, glossy with a potent mix of tenderness, shame, and building desire.
"Does that feel good, sweetie?" she asked, her voice breathy and warm, carrying that soft, loving tone even as her hand continued its slick, devoted work.
A/N: I had to re-edit this so if you read this beforehand, my apologies. If you're only reading this now… well then… Enjoy.