Aunt Maria lay trembling, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure and pain. Robert, breathless, rolled off her, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, clinging to their skin like a second layer. Maria's mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. The initial pain had subsided, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache between her legs. She could feel Robert's sperm inside her, warm and sticky, a physical reminder of what they had done.
Robert untied the rope that had bound Maria's hands to the bed. They both lay there, too satisfied to move. Robert was ecstatic that his long-lived fantasy had come true. He replayed the moments that led to this in his mind. Maria, still unable to move from the loss of her virginity, slowly got up and left the bed without a word. She covered herself with a sheet and went to the bathroom to wash herself. Robert lay there, too tired to continue, and thought, I need to work out and do more cardio.
In the bathroom, Maria washed herself, still feeling the aftermath of what had happened. Her mind replayed the sex between them, and her body tingled with unresolved desire, but she resisted. After her bath, she returned to the bedroom. Robert lay naked on the bed, his well-built body and six-pack abs on full display. Maria couldn't help but imagine herself touching him all over—running her hands over his abs and smacking his butt while they had sex. She shook her head, thinking, I must be crazy to think like this.
Exhausted, she lay down beside him but couldn't resist stealing glances at his body. The temptation was too strong, but she restrained herself, thinking, I should never think like this. They slept until mid-afternoon.
By 4 PM, they woke up hungry. Maria went to the kitchen to prepare food while Robert went to the gym after eating.
Neither spoke much until night, when they had dinner together. Robert knew Maria was upset with him. He feared that if they didn't talk about what happened, there might be a distance between them, and he wouldn't be able to have sex with her again. So, after dinner, he put on an act.
"Sorry, Aunty," he said, his voice trembled as he cried. "I shouldn't have done that."
Maria saw Robert crying and felt her heart soften. She had always loved him dearly. She hugged him, saying, "It's okay, Robert. Don't worry. I'm your aunt. It's natural for adults to have such desires."
Robert wiped his tears, keeping his head on her chest. "I'm so sorry, Aunty."
Maria kissed his forehead and turned off the light. "It's fine," she whispered, hugging him tightly. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
Later, as Maria slept beside him, Robert stared at her body under the loose blouse. Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric, and he felt himself growing hard. He leaned in, pressing his mouth against her blouse and sucking gently. Maria's body reacted instinctively, her toes curling as pleasure washed over her. She wanted to stop him but couldn't bring herself to.
Robert sucked harder, making her squirm with arousal. But then he pulled away, thinking, I should stop. There's still so much more I want to do with her. I shouldn't rush and devour her all at once.
They drifted back to sleep, their bodies still pressed close together, each lost in their own thoughts and desires.