Sweet, Sweet Temptation

I went into Annie's room and opened a drawer in her wardrobe. Rows of cute underwear were neatly lined up. I grabbed a pair with a strawberry print and walked back to the bathroom door, knocking lightly and handing them through.

She cracked the door just enough, quickly taking the underwear and slipping it on.

Steam from the shower drifted out, and she stepped into view, wearing just a camisole and the strawberry-print underwear. Her skin was still glowing from the hot shower, and her decision to go braless left little to the imagination.

The way the fabric clung hinted at the curves beneath, and I could even faintly see her headlights. The underwear was snug, emphasizing her round butt in a teasing, almost perfect way.

The sight of me at the door made her pale skin flush a sultry pink. "Go on in, Michael… Thanks for waiting."

The scent of her natural warmth was almost overwhelming. I wouldn't even believe myself if I said I could hold myself back. As such, I went up to Annie and crashed my lips against hers, my arms wrapping around her possessively.

My tongue was denied entry to explore further. She must've been nervous. So, I took my sweet time kissing and licking her soft lips.

A series of reserved moans escaped from her. I was finally able to pry those sounds out of her with my dominating kisses. Her back slowly relaxed into a curve until she finally surrendered into my arms.

Yet, for a solid three minutes, I couldn't pry her lips open. I didn't know if she was rejecting me out of nerves or simply because she didn't know what to do. Thus, I decided to give her a hand—literally.

My palm found its way around her boobs. This must've been the first time a man had touched her like this because she instantly grabbed my wrist and tried to pull it away.

Thankfully, her startled gasp gave me the perfect opening, and I slid my tongue into her mouth.

Using misdirection to my advantage, I roamed freely through the warm, slick interior of her mouth, deftly capturing her tongue with nowhere left to hide.

Saliva, thick and slippery, quickly mingled between us. A kiss this searing and wet was more than enough to make an inexperienced young lady surrender completely.

When my hand slipped beneath her camisole again, testing as it wandered upward, she twisted her waist and caught my wrist. This time, she didn't force it away.

My splayed fingers were finally free to knead her soft, untouched chest to my heart's content.

Pressing my advantage and pushing my luck further, I had already kissed and touched her. So, what was left to hold back? After a moment, I released her lips and tongue, trailing my wet kisses down to the hollow of her neck.

"M-Michael, stop…" she whispered amid her panic, but she moaned near the end.

Yet, when my lips traveled to a sensitive spot, she couldn't help but let out a sweet, innocent whimper. From then on, her voice turned flirtatious.

As her soft moans grew more frequent with the quickening of my touch, my own restraint finally began to fray. Brushing my lips against her ear, I murmured between breaths, "Annie, do you like it when I touch you?"

"Yes…" she answered, almost like a moan, then softly added, "But you're Britney's husband…"

I bent down and lifted her effortlessly into my arms, carrying her into the bedroom and laying her onto the soft, fragrant bed. In a gentler voice, I said, "Let me show you how it's done, alright?"

"I… That's…"

Annie was clearly flustered, shrinking back toward the corner of the bed. Her legs instinctively drew together, her face flushed as if she had a fever. "What if Britney finds out?"

"She won't know if neither of us tell."

I didn't hesitate any longer. Seizing the moment while she wavered, I slipped both hands beneath her camisole again without resistance, closing them around her breasts.

She trembled, but instead of pulling me away, she lifted her head slightly and met me in a kiss of her own accord. I could tell she liked this kind of deep, entangling kiss, so I held back my urge to explore further for now.

As I kissed her fervently, I quietly slipped off my pants and underwear. Her tongue was repeatedly drawn in and teased by mine.

Soft, breathy sounds spilled from her nose as her body melted against the bed. Obediently, she raised her arms, allowing me to remove her thin camisole.

In an instant, a half-bare Annie lay before me. At the base of her strawberry-patterned underwear, a faint damp mark had begun to show.