Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: The Glossy Morning (R-18)

The soft hum and lilting melody floated from the kitchen, sweet and soothing like a quiet morning tune.

~Humm ~Hmm…Ahemm~Hmm

I followed the sound, drawn by the gentle, rhythmic singing and the inviting scent of warm apples and spiced tea. There she was—Athlea—in nothing but a white shirt and black panties, her hair tousled and cheeks pink from the warmth of the kitchen. The shirt hugged her in just the right places, with two loose buttons barely holding together over her cleavage, teasingly revealing a hint of what lay beneath. She looked stunning, effortlessly sexy, lost in the act of cooking.

I stepped up behind her, wearing only my boxers, *Slap*

I slap her ass and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing a soft kiss on her neck. She jumped slightly, her song breaking off into a giggle.

“Morning, sweetheart,” I murmured, nuzzling her neck as she leaned into me, still smiling.

“Austin!” She laughed, brushing her flour-dusted hands on her shirt. “You snuck up on me.”

I chuckled, lightly grazing my hands over her curves. “Couldn’t help myself,” I replied. “What’s got you up so early, making the room smell like heaven?”

She turned her face to me, her eyes twinkling. “Apple pie,” she said, her voice soft and warm. She held up her hand, showing off her fingertips that were slick with chocolate. “See?”

I watched her bring her fingers to her lips, ready to lick them clean, but I intercepted, gently taking her hand in mine and pressing my mouth to her fingertips. I savored the rich taste of chocolate as her gaze softened, a blush rising in her cheeks.

“Austin, you’re like a little kid sometimes,” she said, chuckling as she looked away, clearly flustered.

I caught her chin, tilting her face to meet mine. “Guess I become one around you,” I murmured, my tone suddenly serious.

Her laughter faded, replaced by a soft intake of breath as her eyes searched mine.

“You really know how to make a girl blush,” she whispered, looking up at me with a shy smile.

“Maybe I like that,” I whispered back. Before I could say more, I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine, our kiss melting into something deeper, mixed with the taste of chocolate, and her fingers found their way to my chest, tracing slow, heated lines down my skin.

She shivered slightly under my touch, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I lifted her onto the counter.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the early morning. I broke away, both of us breathing heavily, my gaze drawn to the way her shirt clung to her, transparent in places and revealing enough to make my heart pound.

“You’re gorgeous, Athlea,” I murmured, my fingers tracing her thigh.

She blushed, her gaze lowering for a moment before she looked up at me, her eyes bright and mischievous. “Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely.”

Rip* *Rip*

“Ahh-”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

I said, tearing her shirt and exposing her naked bare body in the kitchen. Her boobs jiggled out, with the force. Instantly, my hands roaming over her the big balls, squeezing it from all sides.

She bit her lip, her gaze flickering down to my hardened cock as if deciding something.

“Well, then… I guess I can’t let you down,” she whispered, leaning forward, until our lips met again In another deep, lingering kiss.

Athlea traced her fingers on my hardened dick from below , lingering on the curve of my buldge as she grabbed it hard and pulled me close. We stayed like that for a long moment, lost in each other, tasting, breathing, feeling.

Her body felt so good in my arms, I couldn’t resist. I picked her up from the counter and we kept kissed as I moved on the table, her eyes locked with mine, a mix of desire and nervousness visible in her gaze.

I turned her reverse and placed her head ahead, making her bend in front of me.

She grabbed the edge of the dining table, her ass swaying provocatively in front of me. I slowly slid her black panties down, kicking her legs to one side as I spread her legs wide open. My own underwear followed, and I positioned myself behind her, ready to enter her from behind.

Her half-torn white shirt clung to her back, a tempting glimpse of her skin peeking through.

“Are you ready for this?” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, “I want you, Austin.”

I thrust into her, and a soft cry escaped her lips. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing us closer to ecstasy.

“-Ahh…ahhh” She moaned in front of me.

“Arghh-Yeahhh Baby.” I groaned and held her ass hard with my palms as I kept fucking her from behind.

Suddenly, the peaceful moment was interrupted by the vibrations of a phone. It lay on the table in front of her, the name ‘Honey’ flashing on the screen. It was her husband.

“Shit,” I muttered, stopping my movement. “He’s calling.”

She quickly ended the call, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire. “I can’t talk to him right now,” she said, her voice shaky. “I want you.”

I smirked, a devilish glint in my eye. “Then let’s continue where we left off.”

I pulled of the remaining shirt on her body, revealing her back to me.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” I said, my voice low and intense as I held her straight in front of me and placing her on the table.

“Make me yours,” she pleaded, spreading her legs, showing me her already wet and juicy pussy. Her eyes sparkling with desire.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself between her legs once more, and as I entered her, she let out a loud Sigh*

I pushed my throbbing dick deep inside her, and she let out a moan, her hands grasping at me for support.

One hand held onto my back, while the other gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, her eyes closed in bliss.

“Ahh, fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, my hands finding their way to her waist, holding her firmly as I began to thrust into her.

The sensation of her tight pussy gripping my cock was too much to bear. I increased the pace, my breaths coming out in short, sharp huffs.

“Ahhh- Yeahhh- Ohhh””

“Arghhh-”

“Ahhhuhh-”

She matched my rhythm, her own moans filling the room, a seductive melody that only added to the intensity of the moment.

Unbearable pleasure washed over her, and she could no longer hold herself up.

“Fuck…” With a soft whimper, she laid back on the table, spreading her legs wide, inviting me to take her even deeper. I obliged, holding her legs apart with one hand as I continued to pound inside her slippery pussy.

“Argh, I’m gonna cum!” I warned, my voice hoarse with desire.

She screamed up at me, her eyes heavy with satisfaction.

“My husband never made me feel this good,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.

Her boobs jiggling in the table in front of me, with each of my thrust. I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I groped both of her balls, and gave it a hard squeeze. Her nipple hardened instantly under my touch, and I leaned down, capturing it between my lips, sucking gently.

She arched her back, pushing her chest towards me, encouraging my advances. I trailed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in my wake.

“Ahhh- Austin…Ahh…I am going crazy.”

My hand found its way between us, and I began to stroke her clit in time with my thrusts.

“Huhh, you’re so fucking responsive,” I breathed, my voice low and rough.

She moaned, her body trembling, as I brought her to the climax.

“Cumming…Arghh- Fuck….”

With a final, powerful thrust, I came, my cum pumping into her, our bodies convulsing in unison. Her legs shaking and my thick juices leaking outside of her hole.

We lay there, panting, our hearts pounding in sync, the sounds of our passion echoing through the flat, a testament to the intensity of our connection.