Chapter 36 : 🌶️🌶️ First Kiss
I wake up late, still stuck in the haze of the night before. The room is quiet, light filtering in soft and pale, the sheets a little crumpled. I just lie there for a few seconds—eyes half-open, mouth dry, my dick hard without knowing why.
I think about last night. About her.
My stomach tightens.
I stretch, get up, head downstairs in just my boxers, hair a mess. The house is silent.
Just the smell of coffee, and the faint hum of the news on TV somewhere in the background.
My mom’s in the kitchen. Mug in one hand, laptop open in front of her.
She looks up when I walk in.
Mom : “Well look who’s up. Weren’t you supposed to be at uni?”
Me : “Woke up feeling weird… headache or something. I messaged the professor.”
She gives me that half-skeptical, half-exhausted look, then nods without pushing it.
Mom : “Be careful, Brice. You’ve looked out of it lately.”
Me : “I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”
She watches me a few seconds longer, like she’s trying to see through me.
I pour myself a coffee, linger a bit, scroll on my phone without really reading.
Eventually, she leaves for work.
And just like that, the house is empty. For real.
I’ve got the whole living room to myself. The silence. The sunlight pouring through the windows, warm and steady.
I slump onto the couch, neck resting against the back cushion. I close my eyes.
Feels… almost good.
I stay like that for a while. Still. Quiet. Thinking about her.
About everything we’ve done.
About everything we haven’t done yet.
And time just slips by…
It’s almost 2 PM when I hear the door open. A key turning, the rustle of a bag, the sharp clack of heels.
I lift my head. And there she is.
Emma.
She walks in, bag over her shoulder. She looks surprised to see me there—but doesn’t show it.
She’s dressed.
But not just dressed.
High-waisted black mini skirt, sheer tights, a slightly see-through white blouse. Sexy. Classy. Fucking flawless.
I sit up a bit on the couch.
Me : “You just got back from uni?”
She drops her bag without even looking at me, like it’s normal to be this drop-dead hot in the middle of the week.
Emma : “Yeah. Needed to grab a few things…”
She moves through the room like she owns it. Calm. Confident. She grabs a folder off the coffee table, slips it into her bag, adjusts her blouse as she walks past me.
Then, finally, she looks at me.
Emma : “You planning to stay slumped there all day, or do you have a plan?”
I smirk, eyeing her from head to toe—not even pretending to be subtle.
Me : “You planning to stay dressed like that long, or are you just trying to drive me insane?”
She raises an eyebrow. One side of her mouth curls up.
Emma : “You think this is insane? I think it’s pretty modest.”
Me : “Modest… but fucking hot.”
She lets out a short laugh—low, dry.
Emma : “Make up your mind, Brice.”
I stand slowly from the couch.
Her eyes follow me.
Me : “Right now? I wanna grab you.”
She frowns.
Emma : “Excuse me?”
Me : “Run.”
She gets it instantly.
Drops everything. Turns. Bolts down the hallway, laughing.
And I go after her.
We tear through the house like two kids in the middle of some wild game. She weaves around furniture, laughing loud and free.
“Hahahaaa—!”
Her tights shimmer in the light, thighs tight, ass bouncing.
I lunge. She slips away. Keeps teasing me. Keeps turning me on.
Emma : “You’ve gotten slow, old man!”
Me : “Your ass got faster, that’s not fair.”
I corner her at the edge of the living room. She backs up, pressed against the wall.
I move in, breath ragged.
“Hhhhh…”
She’s right there—flushed cheeks, hair messy, eyes lit up.
Her chest rises and falls fast.
She’s still laughing—nervous now.
Then the laughter fades.
Now we’re just breathing.
“Hhh… Mmmhhh…”
And we stare.
Emma : “What exactly are you planning to do right now?”
Me : “Not sure yet. Maybe pin you to this wall.”
Emma : “And after that?”
Me : “Then we’ll see.”
I reach for her.
She leans back just a little, eyes gleaming.
That smile—provocative.
Her breath is shaky.
And then it breaks loose.
I grab her before she can even catch her breath.
She’s still laughing, trying to wriggle free—only for the fun of it—but I pull her tight against me, my hands gripping her hips, her burning body pressed to mine.
She throws me a sideways glance—cheeks flushed, breath short.
Emma : “You’re insane…”
Me : “You just figuring that out now?”
I pull her in, lead her upstairs—her hand clinging to my arm.
I push open her bedroom door, guide her back toward the bed, and with a sharp thrust of my hips, I drop her onto it.
I stare at her like a fucking animal.
Every detail of her body has me hooked—the fabric stretched across her thighs, the glossy shimmer of her tights, the barely-there lace under her blouse, half-unbuttoned.
Everything about her calls to me. Burns through me.
I move in slow.
Lean over her.
My hands slide along her hips, caress her thighs over the tights.
I kiss just above her stomach.
She arches slightly beneath me.
Emma : “You planning on torturing me like this for long?”
Me : “I’m gonna take my time… until you’re shaking from just my fingers.”
She smiles—provocative—but her breathing’s already shallow.
I unbutton her blouse slowly. Peel it off her shoulders, revealing her skin inch by inch.
Her chest strains under the lace.
I lower my head. Kiss between her breasts.
She lets out a low moan—quiet, almost shy, but full of heat.
I straighten up, hands back on her thighs. I ease them up.
Then rip her tights apart in one sharp move.
The fabric tears with a dry snap.
She bolts upright, surprised.
Emma : “Are you serious?! I just bought those two days ago—”
She doesn’t get to finish.
I grab her by the hips, flip her onto her stomach, hold her in place.
I tug her panties aside—just enough.
Me : “You can buy new ones. Just not now.”
She starts to say something, but I’m already behind her.
My hand drifts up to her neck, presses her gently into the mattress.
Her breath quickens.
I sink into her in one thrust—deep, all the way.
Emma : “Haaaaaaah…”
Her voice escapes in a breathless cry.
Her back arches.
She’s hot, gripping, trembling.
My hips roll against her, slow. Deliberate.
I want her to feel every single movement, every inch sliding in and out.
My chest against her back, my breath in the curve of her neck.
Me : “Fuck… you feel that?”
Emma : “Yeah…”
Me : “I’m losing my mind over you… You have no idea what you’re doing to me…”
Emma : “I do. I can feel it…”
I grip tighter.
Pull her up against me—still deep inside her.
I hold her straight, hands locked around her waist, her arms down by her sides, head slightly tilted.
She’s panting.
Me : “What we’re doing… it’s not normal. But fuck, it’s so hot…”
Emma : “I love it… me too…”
Me : “You’re perfect. You’re mine. Right now.”
Emma : “Do it… fuck me however you want.”
I tighten my hold on her hips.
Thrust deeper.
She moans louder, her voice rising with every push.
Her neck’s getting damp, her mouth open, spilling long, broken breaths.
Emma : “Haaaah… hnhh… hhhhmm…”
I lower my head and kiss her between the shoulder blades, letting my hands roam across her stomach, her thighs, up to the base of her throat.
Me : “It’s you. You’re the one making me lose control. This secret between us… the fact that no one knows… that’s what drives me insane.”
Emma : “Me too… I think about it all the time… I don’t want anything else.”
She turns her head slightly toward me, her eyes hazy and burning with heat.
Emma : “Don’t stop… I can’t take it…”
I gently lay her back down, her stomach pressed to the mattress, then lean over her, thrusting into her again—slower this time, but deeper, with more force. Our bodies mold to each other, moving in sync, my breath warm against her neck while her fingers clutch the sheets beneath her.
Emma : “I want you to stay inside me… until the end…”
Me : “You want me to come in you?”
Emma : “Yes… I want to feel everything… every drop…”
Her words hit me like a surge of electricity. My breath catches, my lower body tenses up completely. Every part of me is straining toward that one inevitable moment. I slow down, slide my hands along her hips, and gently roll her onto her back, never pulling out. Her body opens up to me, aligns perfectly, her stomach pressing against mine, her chest rising against my skin as our breaths mix.
I rest on my forearms, staring into her eyes. She holds my gaze, silent, her eyes wet with something I don’t need to ask about to understand. I start moving again, slow and deep. She takes all of me with no resistance, her heat wrapping around me and setting me on fire from the inside out.
And then it hits.
Everything tightens. I freeze for just a second, still locked in her eyes.
Me : “Look at me, Emma…”
She nods, her fingers sliding up my neck, her other hand resting softly on my cheek.
Emma : “Do it…”
I let out a breath, long and broken.
Me : “Haaaaaah… fuck… Hmmmm!”*
My voice comes out low, strained, almost broken.
And I come.
It bursts out of me—warm, thick, unstoppable. Every pulse pours deep inside her, my stomach twisting, my head tipping forward slightly, my arms shaking with the effort of holding myself up. I feel it all—every contraction, every flood of cum filling her completely.
Emma : “Hnnn… haaa… I feel you… Hmmm, it’s so good Brice…”
Her hips shift slightly, her thighs press up against mine as she wraps around me, pulling me closer, grounding me to her. Her breath is heavy and rough, trembling in my ear. She holds me tight, lets out a soft moan. She doesn’t climax, but she feels every single second of it with me, living it fully, breathing it in.
I stay inside her, unmoving, drained and caught in the weight of it all. Her eyes don’t leave mine. My hips are still tense, my body still trembling, floating just above hers. I can’t speak. My throat’s tight, and my eyes are shining—not from shame, but because I’m overflowing.
I lean in, press my forehead to hers.
Then I kiss her.
At first, it’s light, hesitant, just a brief touch. A cautious, uncertain gesture, like I’m afraid to let it happen. She looks at me, soft, surprised, but open. So I kiss her again. Slower, deeper, more real. Our lips move together, our tongues barely brushing. It’s pure softness, nothing dirty, just the truth we’re both soaked in.
I’m still inside her.
I still feel her heat, the shivers, the beat of her heart pounding against my chest.
She runs her fingers across my cheek, and I close my eyes.
We laugh, quiet and awkward, nervous like two kids who just crossed a line.
Emma : “We just did something…”
Me : “Yeah…”
But that’s all we say.
We just stay there, tangled up, still joined, still locked together.
We got dressed quickly.
Clothes grabbed at random, tossed on without thought. She’s wearing an oversized hoodie, no pants, just a tiny pair of panties hidden underneath. Her hair is still damp with sweat. I throw on a T-shirt and some joggers without thinking. No need to talk. No need to look at each other too long either. We’re both still wrapped up in what just happened, stuck to it like it’s clinging to our skin.
Later, we’re in the living room. The TV’s on in the background. Two mugs, one bowl of cereal we’re lazily sharing like roommates who’ve lived together too long.
The mood is low. Easy. Calm.
She stares at the screen, kind of zoned out. I just swirl my spoon in the bowl, not even eating.
Me : “You think I fucked everything up? School, my year, the internship… all of it.”
She turns to look at me. Her knees are tucked under her, the hoodie slipping a little off her shoulder.
Emma : “You can still pull it back. You’ve got two months.”
Me : “Nah, no way… And I don’t even know why I’m doing any of this.”
She stares at me for a long moment, then gives me a sly little smile.
Emma : “Wanna help me this afternoon? I’ve got something to shoot for two private subscribers.”
I blink.
Me : “Like, right now?”
Emma : “Yeah. It’s for a duo that’s been following me for a while. They paid extra for personal content. I can’t exactly say no.”
I set the spoon down. The whole conversation from before? Gone.
Me : “Alright. Tell me what you need me to do.”
She gets up, gently tugging the hoodie down over her panties, then grabs my hand.
We head to her room. She’s already set everything up: a ring light, two side lights, a black backdrop hanging in the corner, cushions on the floor, and a mirror propped up at an angle. Right in the center of it all: the outfit.
Cat costume.
Black ears on a headband, a tight choker with a little bell, sheer black tights, and fingerless gloves.
I freeze.
Me : “You’re actually planning to wear that?”
Emma : “You want me to show you or just leave it to your imagination?”
She grins, then slips into the bathroom to change.
I stay behind, adjusting the lights, tweaking the mirror angle, unfolding the tripod for her phone and plugging everything in.
When she comes back, I don’t move.
She’s… fuckable.
The costume clings to her body, showing off everything. Her hair falls in waves over her shoulders, her makeup just enough to light up her face, and her legs—wrapped in thin black tights—too sexy to look away from.
She avoids my eyes.
Emma : “Remember: no face. Just the body.”
Me : “Got it.”
I grab the camera, get into position, and start guiding her gently.
Me : “Step forward. Good, right there. Lower your head a bit. Hands on your thighs. Now turn… slower…”
She follows every instruction without a word. Focused. Almost professional.
I take shots she couldn’t get on her own—high angles, low angles, mirrored reflections. At my cue, she spreads her legs slightly. She arches her back more. Her fingers start teasing the fabric between her thighs.
I’m frozen behind the lens.
My breathing’s off.
My hands tremble slightly.
Me : “A little wider. Yeah… that’s it. Hands on the wall. Bend forward.”
She turns toward the mirror, eyes locking onto mine through the reflection. They shine.
She knows.
I lower the camera and walk toward her.
Emma : “Weren’t you supposed to finish the shoot?”
Me : “One detail’s missing.”
She raises an eyebrow.
Emma : “Which one?”
I reach over to the table and pick up the small cat tail plug. Smooth, black, with a silky faux tail hanging from the end. I lift it just enough for her to see.
She glances at it, bites her lip, then steps back and slowly turns around.
She peels her panties down, then she bends forward.
Back arched. Ass out. Her arms braced against the mattress.
Emma : “Do it slow.”
I kneel behind her, focused, barely making a sound.
I pull the bodysuit slightly to the side, just enough to expose her skin. I move closer.
My hand slips between her thighs. I stroke her gently, deliberately. My finger glides up between her cheeks, brushing the entrance.
She holds her breath.
I wet my finger, draw it back over her tight hole, massaging softly.
Emma : “Hmmmm…”
Her body quivers slightly.
She doesn’t move.
She’s waiting.
I pick up the plug, wet it too, and bring it to her.
I push slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Her skin stretches, then relaxes. She spreads her legs a little more.
Emma : “Aaaah… slower… there…”
I slide it in deeper, slow and smooth, until the black jewel rests snug at the entrance.
She moans—a long, warm breath.
Emma : “Mmmmhhh…”
She stays like that, bent over, offered up, the cat tail dangling gently between her cheeks. Her breathing’s uneven, but she’s smiling, completely in her role.
I step back.
And take the first photo.
From behind.
Her ass lifted, the tail resting down her thighs.
Then I move around.
And take the second.
From the front.
She’s crouched down, legs spread, the bodysuit clinging to her skin, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric, and that brutal contrast between the intensity in her eyes and the cat tail plug sticking out from between her ass cheeks.
She holds the pose, and I take one more shot.
I lower the camera.
That’s it. At least for her.
But me… I’m hard as fucking stone.
I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed, not taking my eyes off her.
Me : “Come here.”
She tilts her head slightly, curious.
Emma : “Why?”
Me : “Come. On your knees. Open your mouth.”
She obeys.
On all fours, the little cat tail sways gently with each move. She kneels between my legs, lifts her head, and looks at me.
Emma : “You want me to suck your cock?”
Me : “Now.”
I lift my hips halfway, pull my pants down, and my dick springs out—thick, throbbing, dripping with tension. She stares at it, unblinking, then leans in slowly.
Her tongue touches the tip, just once. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
Then swallows me whole.
Me : “Oh fuck…”
She takes me all the way down, no hesitation. Her mouth is hot, wet, tight. She shoves me deep into her throat in one move.
Glork… ghlrk… slk…
I grab her head, my fingers tightening in her hair. And I set the pace.
I fuck her mouth, hard, deep. My cock vanishes into her again and again with every thrust.
Shlk… glk… hhhh… glorkk…
Her cheeks hollow, her neck strains, and drool spills from the corners of her lips.
She grips my thighs, panting, taking it all.
Me : “Fuck, Emma… you’re made for this…”
She moans around me, her throat full.
Emma : “Ghhhmmm… hnnn…”
Her eyes are glowing, fixed on mine—obedient, intense, completely locked in.
I feel it coming fast. I slow down for a second, still holding her head.
Me : “Can you take it all?”
She nods.
Just one solid nod, her eyes wide open. A shiver runs through me.
And I start again. Harder. Faster.
My cock hits the back of her throat with every thrust.
Ghhk… glghh… schlkkk…
Her moans get swallowed in my skin.
I tense up. I growl through my teeth.
I hold her right there. And I cum. Deep. Hard.
My cum explodes down her throat—hot, thick, flooding her mouth.
She doesn’t flinch.
She swallows.
Barely trembling.
Her eyes close as she takes all of it.
I hold my breath, my hips pressing one last time against her face.
Then I let go.
She pulls back slowly, her lips still coated in a bit of it, swallowing the last drops in two gulps. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes low, cheeks flushed, panting.
I sit there, leaning forward, silent.
I look at her—on her knees, shaking slightly, the tail plug still glistening with spit.
And without a word, I lean in.
I kiss the top of her head.
She blinks, surprised.
Then smiles.
We get up.
I pull my pants back on. She fixes her hair quickly. I help her take off the collar.
And then we’re sitting side by side, like two kids who just played a game that went way too far.
She grabs her phone and opens the photos.
Emma : “Holy shit… these are amazing.”
She scrolls through them slowly—mirror shots, the angles, the plug. Everything perfectly framed.
Emma : “Honestly… you’ve got an eye. Didn’t think you’d nail it like that.”
Me : “Guess I got into it.”
She turns toward me, her gaze shifting—more playful now, more… calculated.
Emma : “You know what… I think I’m gonna ask my subscribers something.”
Me : “Ask them what?”
Emma : “If they’d want to see me with someone… you know?”
She holds my gaze. Clear. Certain.
I smile—a real one.
Me : “Fuck… yeah.”
And we don’t say anything else.
But we both know—this is only the beginning.