James watched with bated breath as Victoria approached the bed, her movements graceful and deliberate in the moonlight streaming through the cabin window. She settled beside him slowly, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight as she positioned herself close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.
Victoria reached out with gentle hands, her fingers threading through his hair as she drew him toward her. Her lips met his in a kiss that was soft and tender, designed to ease the tension she could feel radiating from his rigid posture. James felt himself beginning to relax under her patient ministrations, her skillful approach gradually melting away some of his nervousness.
When Victoria's hands moved to the hem of his plain shirt and gently tugged it over his head, James immediately tensed again, his muscles going rigid with renewed anxiety. The garment fell to the cabin floor, forgotten.
Victoria noticed his reaction immediately and paused, her expression filled with understanding and compassion. "Relax," she whispered against his ear, her voice soothing and encouraging. "Let me take care of you."
She began pressing gentle kisses along the column of his throat, her lips warm and soft against his skin. Each kiss was a promise, a reassurance that he was safe with her. When she reached his Adam's apple, she lingered there briefly, licking the bulge before moving to his earlobe, her breath warm against his neck.
"This is like all the other times we've been together," Victoria murmured softly, her words meant to comfort and remind him of their previous intimate moments. "Nothing has to change. It won't. And I promise, you're gonna like it."
Her hands traced gentle patterns across his back, marveling at the smooth texture of his skin and the strength she could feel in his broad shoulders. James was beautifully made, and Victoria wanted him to know how much she appreciated every aspect of him.
She continued her path of gentle kisses, moving down to his chest with reverent attention. Each kiss was an expression of her deep affection for him, her way of showing him how precious he was to her.
When she reached the waistband of his silk pajama trousers, Victoria paused, her journey temporarily halted by the barrier of fabric.
The forbidden area long barred was now within reach. Victoria lingered just above his waistband, her breath warm against his bare skin. She could feel the heat radiating from James, his scent, his chest rising and falling with a rhythm that betrayed both tension and the weight of the moment.
Slowly, she rose from her bent form, her silk robe slipping off her shoulders in the process, and she captured his lips again this time deeper, slower.
Their mouths moved with trust and reverence. Tongues danced, teeth grazed, and lips pulled and sucked until they were both gasping for air. Victoria's hand was in his hair, cradling his head as if grounding him, her fingers massaging his scalp gently, soothing the tremors running through his body. While the other hand held James's, their fingers tightly interlocked.
Breathless, Victoria's hand reached the waistband of his silk pajama trousers. She tugged but James's hand clamped down on hers, firm, trembling.
She felt the hesitation, the conflict alive in the tension of his grasp. His hand shook slightly, betraying what he was trying so hard to control. She paused, eyes lifting to his face but he couldn't meet her eyes. His jaw was tight. There was anxiety there, shame, things she despised seeing in him. Not because they made him weak, but because they were undeserved.
Victoria didn't pull away. Instead, she sighed a soft, understanding sound bringing her forehead to his then kissed him again, this time softer, more reassuring. She whispered against his mouth, voice feather-light, "It's okay…Everything's alright. You've got a beautiful body, James… There's nothing wrong with you. Nothing to be afraid of please, just let me love you."
She kissed his temple, her hands gentler now still reassuring while their fingers were still intertwined. "You're perfect to me."
His grip loosened as her words threaded through his anxiety like silk through a needle. Her free fingers returned to his, gently pulling his resisting hand away from the waistband he was guarding like a last defense. He didn't fight her this time. His fingers slipped from hers.
A soft smile touched her lips. She rewarded his courage with a slow, calming stroke through his hair, massaging his scalp, grounding him in tenderness and rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. She slid her hand back down, fingers trembling slightly now with her own anticipation.
With no further hesitation, she dipped her right hand past the waistband, under the silk, and beneath the cotton of his briefs. Her fingertips met warm skin and finally, her hand closed around him. She felt him.
"Uhk."
James flinched at the contact, a deep, guttural grunt escaping him, body tensing like a drawn bow. He nearly pulled away, but Victoria held steady, her grip both firm and tender. Cradling him in her palm.
He was hot, heavy, and barely restrained. Her fingers curled instinctively around his girth, her breath catching at the sheer size of him. The confession he'd mentioned, those whispered insecurities about being called a monster suddenly made sense. However, she didn't shy away. Instead, she was mesmerized. She had imagined this moment, wondered, speculated about the size, the length, the mystery beneath his clothes and now, as her palm wound around his thickening length, she finally understood.
Her breath hitched, not in fear, but awe. Her core pulsed, her arousal slick between her thighs, juices that had begun leaking long before she sat next to him.
Victoria breathed down through her nose, steadying herself. It wouldn't be easy not with her untouched body but she was determined. If it was going to be her first, then it would be with him. All of him.
Her hand began to glide, slow, exploratory. From base to tip, her palm traced every inch of him. She looked at him his cheeks flushed, rimmed eyes red with uncertainty, his lower lip trembling.
She was gentle but thorough, learning what pressure made him gasp, which strokes made his thighs twitch. She adored every reaction.
After a while, she felt him grow heavier, thicker. Ready.
The silk of his pajamas and briefs was soon shoved halfway down then fully discarded with a soft, fluttering sound as Victoria stripped them off completely.
However when she moved to look, to fully drink in the sight of him, James caught her face in his hands mid-air.
"Don't," he said, voice hoarse, eyes averting from hers. Embarrassment thickened his words. "Please… don't look."
Victoria blinked, heart aching at the shame still lodged in his voice. She leaned in and kissed him deeply instead, tender and soft murmuring between kisses.
"You're not a monster," she whispered. "You're perfect. The senior bitch didn't understand perfectionism when she saw one… but I do."
He tried to look away again, but she stopped him with a firm hand on his jaw, making him face her.
"I mean it," she said. Her eyes drifted down slowly, deliberately, and her expression softened into awe when her eyes finally landed on his sex. She swallowed hard, a soundless breath catching in her throat.
What was displayed before her was nothing short of magnificent.
His length rose proudly reaching just above his belly button, flushed to a pale pink with a rosy hue at the tip. The girth, daunting yet proportioned. The shaft, smooth. There were no angry veins or discolorations, just a clean, natural, symmetrical shape. It curved just slightly. His balls hung low, heavy but not overwhelming. The entire sight was… art.
Her mouth watered. She licked her lips unconsciously, and the moment her tongue darted out, James groaned, as if he could read her thoughts.
She could practically feel the ache between her thighs intensify, her arousal dripping unchecked, trailing down her inner legs as she resisted the urge to pounce. Her fingers grazed along his shaft again, firmer now, teasing the base before stroking all the way to the tip, spreading the slick bead of pre-cum with her thumb.
James gasped shifting awkwardly and his face flushed crimson, breath uneven.
"You're staring too long," he muttered.
Victoria's eyes flicked up to him again, fierce with tenderness. "I'm admiring. You have a beautiful cock, James. Absolutely fucking perfect. The color is right, the shape is right, the weight, god, it's exactly how it should be. Top notch and you know I don't settle for less. You know that."
His gaze flickered to hers, searching for mockery, for exaggeration but all he saw was truth. Raw, undiluted truth.
"If not for comfort, I would go down on you."
Something cracked open in him then. Something long-held and aching. He didn't pull away this time.
"Take off my robe," she whispered.
James hesitated for only a second before reaching for the delicate knot at her waist. The silk parted like water falling from her body. The robe slipped off her arms, pooling around her like liquid crimson.
Now they were both completely naked.
Victoria straddled him slowly, deliberately, her thighs sliding over his hips, dragging her wet folds along his shaft but not taking him yet. The motion made both of them shudder. Skin flushed and slick with desire. She took his hands gently, guiding them to her, placing one on her breast, the other between her thighs.
"I want you to feel everything," she whispered, her voice tremulous now with arousal. "This is yours."
James's hand trembled as it settled over the soft mound of her breast, his thumb brushing her hardened nipple. His other hand pressed against the slick folds of her weeping pussy, slipping between them.
He gulped at the bare feel of her, hot, dripping, ready.
His fingers hovered just over her entrance, and Victoria leaned in, her forehead resting against his as she exhaled a shaky breath.
James's eyes fluttered closed.
Their bodies were on fire now, the air thick with heat and pheromones, but what grounded them both was the shared intimacy the way she looked at him like he was worthy, the way he touched her like she was sacred.
She was going to ride him soon, take every inch of him with determination, pain and pleasure mixing into ecstasy.
For now, she kissed him again. This was the edge. This was where the fall began.