It was past midnight, in the dark {{user}} was woken up by the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. He than slowly made his way in the dark to the kitchen for a drink.
After your drink as you were going back up. {{user}} notice that {{char}} your stepmom sleeping on the couch in silk black pajamas. There was a nearly finished bottle of wine on the coffee table with glasses. There was static light from the TV, it seemed like she fell asleep after a movie.
You look down on her, and think how beautiful she is ... There was a small urge growing in my pants ...
Your stepmother began to moan in her sleep. Was she having a Nightmare, you wondered.
She shouldn’t be sleeping here like this, she might get a cold. Luther gently lift her up not trying to wake her up as you bring her to her room.
"Hmmphh..." - moans loudly, not yet fully awaken. Her hand slips on your shoulder, trying to hold herself steady before falling back down weakly. She's heavy in your arms and her breath smells of wine. Lucia's breasts sway softly against your chest as you carry her, her thick black hair cascading down around your arm like a silky curtain.
The sight of her so vulnerable makes your heart race faster, and the urge to touch her grows even stronger. "She shouldn't be drinking that much..." - you murmur, not sure if she could hear you over the thundering in your ears. Her breath is hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
As you lay her on the bed you gently kiss her goodnight
As he bent down to kiss her goodnight, she instinctively reaches up and clasps her hand around the back of his neck. The feeling of him so close... It's been too long since anyone held her like this, not since before papa died. Her lips part slightly as their mouths meet in a soft, tender kiss that speaks more than any words ever could.
Lucia moans against his lips, pressing herself even closer to him, unable to resist the intense desire welling up inside her. She knows she should be angry with Luther for reminding her so much of papa, but right now all she can think about is how much she wants him... Wants this forbidden fruit that's been dangled in front of her for far too long.
Without breaking the kiss, Lucia reaches down and begins to unbutton his pajama top, revealing more and more of his chest with each soft slide of her fingers. His skin is smooth and warm against hers, sending delicious shivers through her body as she feels him tremble beneath her touch.
The wine has made her bold, braver than ever before. She nips at his bottom lip, urging him to open up to her completely... To let her in and show her everything he's been hiding all these years. Her hips begin to grind against his groin, feeling the hard length trapped behind his cotton pajama bottoms. God help her, she needs it so badly right now.
Luther didn’t want to take advantage of her when she was vulnerable… but …
The way he hesitates only makes her more desperate. She pushes him down onto the bed, straddling his waist with powerful thighs as she reaches between them to free his cock from his pajama bottoms. It springs forward immediately, hard and ready for her.
With a hungry moan, she leans down and takes it into her mouth, sucking on the head eagerly as her hands wrap around the base, stroking in time with her movements. The taste of him sends a jolt of pure pleasure through every nerve ending in her body, making her mouth water uncontrollably.
She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, seeing the way his Adam's apple bobs as he struggles to breathe, and feels a sense of power course through her veins. Her lips slide up and down his length expertly, teasing and taunting him with each stroke, knowing that she has him right where she wants him.
"Please," she whispers around his cock, looking into those dark eyes. "Give me what I need." It's a plea laced with desire and submission, an admission that despite everything she knows is wrong about this situation... She can't help but want it. Want him.
Her hair tickles his stomach as she moves her head up and down faster, taking more of him into her mouth with each downward thrust. Her breasts are pushed together, their tips rubbing against the thick mat of hair at the base of Luther's cock. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, aching for him to be inside her.
He didn’t want this, but Lucia is forcing his hand. He try to control but his cock keep spit out cum because of Lucia touch and sucking
Luther's thighs tremble beneath her hands as he lets out a hoarse groan, the sound vibrating against her lips and sending shivers down her spine. She sucks harder, taking more of him deeper into her mouth, desperate for release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she feels the orgasm building inside her, threatening to consume her whole.
With a sharp cry, she pulls back from his cock just long enough to brush the head against her slit before pushing it back into her waiting pussy. In one swift motion, he's buried balls-deep inside her, filling her up and making her gasp at the unexpected sensation of being so full of him. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, anchoring herself as she begins to move her hips in a rhythm that matches the feral sounds coming from deep within her chest.
"Oh fuck yes," she pants, arching her back off the bed as he begins to thrust into her with steady strokes. The feel of him stretching and filling her so completely sends shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body, making it impossible for her to think about anything other than how good this feels.
Her hands dig into his shoulders, nails scoring the flesh there as she tries to hold on tight enough to stay connected to this overwhelming sensation that's taking over every part of her being. Beads of sweat form along her hairline and drip down between their chests, pooling at the valley between her breasts where his fingers brush against her sensitive nipples in time with each thrust.
She cries out as the pleasure intensifies, her body arching and bucking beneath him in desperate seeking of release. Her fingers dig into his shoulders and nails score the flesh, leaving thin trails of blood on his skin. The sensation only serves to heighten the eroticism of their encounter, adding another layer of desire between them.
With a shuddering moan, her body convulses around him as she comes hard, her muscles squeezing him in time with the spurts of his release deep inside her. Her fingernails scrape roughly across his shoulders as he growls, thrusting one final time and exploding into her with powerful force that leaves them both breathless and gasping for air.
Their chests rise and fall in unison, their hearts pounding wildly against each other's skin as the last echoes of passion fade away to be replaced by an almost desperate need for air. Lucia manages to open her eyes, looking up at Luther with a mixture of relief, gratitude, and longing. She reaches up and tenderly traces his jawline with her fingertips, silently wondering if this means they'll ever be able to go back.
Luther let out another groan as her touch send shivers down his spine. He nuzzle back into her palm a moment before whispering "I don't know..." not wanting to answer it fully but at the same time he knew in his heart that things couldn't go back, they had just changed forever...
The silence stretches on between them as they both ponder the implications of their actions. The air feels thick with tension and unspoken words, leaving them both wondering how things could possibly go back to the way they were before tonight. Lucia's thumb brushes against his bottom lip, feeling the rough stubble there, and she can't help but wonder if things might be different now... Better?
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she says softly, "Maybe we should try..." Her voice trails off, unsure of what it is that they should try. "I don't know."
He looked at her and saw the hope and fear in her eyes "Maybe... but we need to be careful..." he said not wanting to give her false hopes. "We're adults now, with responsibilities." He kissed her forehead gently before pulling out of her softly, laying back on the bed beside her.
Without another word, she rolls onto her side to face him, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks at him intently. "I know that," she says softly, reaching out a hand to trace the curve of his jaw. "But we can't pretend none of this happened either... Can we?" There's pleading in her eyes now, a need for connection that goes beyond the physical act they just shared. "We have feelings for each other..."
She pauses, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed as she speaks those words aloud for the first time. It's as if saying them makes them real, makes it impossible to take them back. The weight of her admission settles heavily in the pit of her stomach, making it hard to breathe.
Lucia Mancini hopes she hasn't made a mistake, hopes that Luther will see things her way... But even as she thinks it, she knows that there's no going back now. The genie is out of the bottle, and neither of them can ever forget what just happened between them.
"I know that we do..." He hesitates, not wanting to make promises he can't keep but also unable to deny the truth of her words. "We should talk about this in the morning... when our heads are clearer." His voice is rough with emotion, and he looks away for a moment before returning his gaze to hers.
She nods, relieved but still uncertain. "Okay... we'll talk in the morning," she agrees softly, her fingers threading through his as they lie there in the darkness. For now, though, she finds comfort in the closeness of his body and the feel of his skin against hers. Maybe everything will work out somehow... maybe they can find a way to be together without hurting anyone or anything else around them. One could only hope...
Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion settles over her, lulling her back into a fitful sleep filled with vivid dreams of what might have been and what still might be to come. She knows things will never be the same again... but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.
As she sleeps, her breathing grows deep and steady against his chest, her hair tickling his arm as it spills across his stomach. Her body presses closer to him, seeking solace in their shared warmth...
And Luther Blackbeard can't help but wonder if they'll ever truly be able to go back. If this is the start of something new and wonderful, or if it's merely the end of everything they once knew. Only time will tell...
Her dreams are hazy and erotic, filled with images of their passionate encounter. In her sleep, she moans and thrashes slightly, legs rubbing against his in a quiet, sensual rhythm. Her breath comes out in hot little puffs against his skin as she dreams of him deep inside her once more.
As the night wears on, she grows warmer and closer to him, body seeking comfort and reassurance from the only other person who truly understands what they've been through tonight. Her fingers twitch in his grasp, nails scratching gently against his palm as if trying to find purchase in this new reality they're both forced to navigate together.
Her eyes flutter open for a moment, vision bleary with sleep and desire. She gazes at him, half-aware that he's Luther but also able to see the stranger lying beside her. The man who just held her, touched her, and brought her such pleasure... And fear. It's a surreal moment of clarity amidst the haze of slumber before she slips back under, dreams claiming her once more.
Her chest rises and falls rhythmically against his arm as she continues to breathe deeply, her body trusting him implicitly to keep her safe in these uncertain times. Perhaps there is hope for them after all... But first they must navigate the treacherous waters of guilt, secrets, and desire that lay ahead. The question remains: Can they survive it together?