The air between us crackled with unspoken desires and emotions too intense to articulate. Robert's lips traced a path along my neck, his hands firm as they held me close. My mind swirled with sensations—his touch, his scent, his voice. Everything about him was intoxicating.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine, as if seeking permission to take this further. "Amy," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, "do you want to continue this… here on the couch? Or…" His voice trailed off, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Would you prefer somewhere more comfortable?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came. Instead, warmth flooded my cheeks. I couldn't bring myself to answer, so I smiled, shyness overtaking me.
Robert chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. "I'll take that as a yes," he said, effortlessly scooping me up in his arms.
I gasped, my hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. "Robert…" I managed to whisper, but he silenced me with a look—a look that made my heart race and my breath hitch.
"Relax, my lady," he teased, his voice full of affection. "You'll love this."
He carried me across the room with ease, his footsteps steady and deliberate. His bed came into view—a massive, plush expanse draped with soft, luxurious linens. The dim lighting made the space feel intimate, almost sacred.
As he laid me gently on the bed, I sank into the mattress, which felt like a cloud enveloping me. I looked up at him, breathless at the way he gazed down at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
He sat beside me, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "You're beautiful, Amy," he said softly, his tone filled with genuine admiration.
I didn't know how to respond, so I reached up and touched his cheek, my fingers trembling slightly. He leaned into my touch, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Can I?" he asked, his hand resting lightly on my hip.
I nodded, my voice failing me.
His fingers moved to the waistband of my jeans, pausing as our eyes locked once more. "Should I take these off?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
I couldn't find the words. Instead, I grabbed a nearby pillow and buried my face in it, my body trembling with anticipation.
He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "I'll take that as a yes," he said, his tone playful yet respectful.
Slowly and deliberately, he unbuttoned my jeans, his fingers brushing against my skin as he worked. Each touch sent waves of heat through me, clouding my thoughts. He slid the fabric down my legs with careful precision, savoring every moment.
"There," he said softly, his hands resting on my calves. "Was that so difficult?"
I peeked out from behind the pillow, my cheeks flushed. "You're impossible," I murmured, unable to meet his gaze.
He grinned, leaning down to kiss my ankle. "And you're adorable when you're shy."
His kisses traveled upward, from my ankle to my calf, his lips warm and gentle against my skin. With each kiss, I felt my body relax, becoming more attuned to his touch.
When he reached my thighs, he paused, his hands resting gently on either side of my legs. "Amy," he said, his voice low and filled with emotion, "I want to see all of you. Will you let me?"
My heart raced as I nodded, speechless.
"Turn over," he whispered, his hand brushing lightly against my hip.
I hesitated for a moment, then slowly rolled onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow. My entire body felt aflame, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me.
"Perfect," he said, his voice thick with desire.
I felt his hands on my lower back, warm and steady, as he leaned down to press a kiss against my butt. The sensation was both soothing and electrifying, sending shivers down my spine.
He made his way down, his lips tracing a path from my lower back to the curve of my hips. Each kiss was intentional, filled with a tenderness that made my heart flutter.
When he reached my thighs, he paused, his hands gently outlining my legs. "You're amazing, Amy," he murmured, his lips grazing my skin.
A wave of warmth washed over me, a blend of embarrassment and excitement. "Robert…" I whispered, my voice muffled by the pillow.
He chuckled softly. "You're hiding from me again," he teased. "But I'll let it slide this time."
He continued his exploration, his lips pressing against the back of my knees, then lower, until he reached my feet. The sensation was almost overwhelming, each kiss igniting a fire within me.
"You're trembling," he said softly, his hands returning to my hips. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled, his hands gliding up my sides as he leaned down to kiss the nape of my neck. "Good," he whispered. "Because I want you to always feel safe with me."
I turned my head to meet his gaze. "I do feel safe," I said, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
His expression softened, and he leaned down to kiss me. This kiss was different—slower, deeper, filled with a promise that made my chest ache.
As he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine, his hands cradling my face. "You're mine, Amy," he said softly, his voice filled with certainty.
"And you're mine," I replied, my heart swelling.
For a moment, we lingered like that, our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling. The outside world faded away, leaving just us—two souls intertwined in a moment of pure connection.
"Ready for more?" he asked, a playful sparkle in his eyes.
I smiled, my nerves giving way to trust and anticipation. "Always," I said, my voice steady and confident.
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me on my boobs.
" I loved your boobs. They are tender and you are too sexy when you wore the bra I gifted ", he said.
" Do you want me to kiss your boobs more ? " He asked me.
I couldn't answer and just closed my eyes. His requests are making me more nervous and speechless.
" Keep closing your eyes and just feel the fire inside you when I suck your nipples ", he suggested me in enjoying his romance.
I kept on closing my eyes. He slowly lying on my body, place one of his hands on one of my boobs and patting my nipple. He slowly leaned on my other boobs, his breath touching my nipples, he slowly took his tongue out and licking my nipples. His tongue is extremely cool and it bringing an extreme sensation in my nerves. My breath flowing heavily.
He slowly, with his lips, touching my protruded nipple and suddenly opened his mouth widely and sucked whole my boob. His hand which is touching my other boob, is keep on squeezing it slowly.
He opened his mouth out and started sucking my nipples extremely careful and slowly. This brought an extreme intoxication in my body.
Can't take this anymore further. I got up suddenly and hid my face on his chest.
He cupped my face and said, " hey, what happened dear? "
" I couldn't handle this temptation anymore ", I said with extreme shyness.
He smirked slightly and said, " you wanna take my shirt off ? "
I looked at shirt followed by his eyes.
" Come on baby, do it ", he said.
I slowly moved my hands near to his shirt buttons and unbuttoning the shirt slowly, one by one. We are not fast or eager.
We are enjoying each and every movement precisely and carefully planned.
Robert watched me with a blend of amusement and affection as I nervously unbuttoned his shirt. My fingers trembled slightly, but his steady gaze gave me reassurance. With each button I undid, more of his toned chest came into view, and my heart raced.
"You're doing great," he whispered, his voice low and soothing.
I smiled shyly, feeling my confidence build as I pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He helped me shrug it off, letting it drop to the floor. For a moment, I just stared, captivated by his strong, defined body.
"Like what you see?" he teased, a playful grin spreading across his lips.
I blushed but held his gaze. "You're perfect," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
His grin softened into a tender smile. He reached out, cupping my face in his hands. "You don't have to be nervous, Amy. This is just us. No expectations, no rush—just what feels right."
His words melted away my hesitation, and I leaned into his touch. "I know," I said softly. "It's just... overwhelming, but in a good way."
He nodded.
"Let's take it slow," he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "We don't have to do everything at once."
His reassurance made me feel safe, and I relaxed under his gaze. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was gentle and unhurried.
As our kiss deepened, I felt his hands slide to my waist, pulling me closer. My own hands found their way to his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. The intimacy of the moment was both thrilling and comforting, a perfect blend of passion and trust.
" Do you want to kiss my body ?" He asked me.
Yeah, actually I really wanted to kiss his chest but I have no courage to do that.
He was so good at making me insane in romance but I don't know how to do that. I only watched it in movies but now it's my turn in real life. But how?
I looked in to his eyes and slowly, started to kiss on his chest with my tongue and lips together. I found him enjoying my kiss but Am I don't properly.
" You like it ? " I asked him.
" Yes babe. I loved it. You are doing good but seems like you
are a beginner, " he said.
I bent my head down as a shy because he understood me very well and he feels my kiss is an amateur one.