Free Web NovelChapter 178: Golden Light and Sherry.
I hooked my thumbs deeper into the waistband of Sherry’s shorts. The elastic stretched under the pressure of my fingers as I began tugging them down with excruciating slowness. Inch by inch the red fabric peeled away from her skin. It clung for a moment to the warm, smooth curve where her waist flared into her full hips before giving way with a soft whisper of cloth against flesh.
The shorts slid lower. They caught on the generous swell of her ass. The heavy roundness of her cheeks made the fabric drag and stretch before it finally slipped free. As the material continued its descent down her thick thighs, it revealed everything. She wore nothing underneath. The cool air of the room kissed her newly exposed skin.
Between her thighs, a soft, natural shadow appeared. The short, dark hairs of her regrowth were neat and sparse, catching the gold lamplight like fine silk, acting as a raw, beautiful frame for her center. But right along the inner contours, the regrowth stopped, leaving the skin perfectly smooth and flushed a deep pink where her pussy lips parted.
Those inner folds glistened visibly, slick with the first heavy traces of her arousal, tightening and releasing in a subtle, involuntary pulse against the open air. The dark texture of the frame made that smooth, wet heat look impossibly soft—and completely exposed to my stare.
Sherry breathed out a shaky little laugh. "Told you I didn’t shave." Her voice came low and a little shy, but steady underneath.
She stood completely bare now, the shorts a forgotten puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of them gracefully, one foot at a time. The movement made her breasts sway gently and shifted the soft weight of her hips. freewebnσvel.cøm
I let my eyes travel over her in a slow, hungry sweep. The lamplight painted warm gold across the tops of her shoulders and the upper curves of her breasts. Her nipples had tightened further into dark, rigid peaks. The areolas around them had puckered and deepened in color from the intensity of my stare.
Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths that made those heavy breasts lift and settle with every inhale. Lower down, the gentle inward curve of her waist caught the light before flaring out again into the plush fullness of her hips.
The lamplight created soft shadows beneath the heavy undersides of her breasts and along the crease where her thighs met her body. Between her legs, the short regrowth gleamed faintly with moisture. A single slow bead of her wetness traced down the inside of one thigh, catching the light like liquid silk.
"Love what I’m seeing," I said. My voice came out rough and low. I kept my hands locked at my sides even though every muscle in my body screamed to reach for her. The restraint made the ache in my cock throb harder.
She stood there and let me look. Her hands rested lightly on my shoulders. Her fingers flexed against my skin as she watched my face. Her own eyes stayed locked on mine at first, then dropped as I pushed my pants and underwear down in one slow motion. The waistband scraped over my hips.
My thick erection sprang free, heavy and flushed dark with blood. It bobbed once in the open air before settling, the swollen head already glistening with a bead of precum at the tip. The shaft stood rigid and veined, pointing upward toward her. As I kicked the pants aside, the hot length of it brushed against the soft skin just above her navel. The contact left a faint wet streak on her belly.
We stood facing each other, breathing. The only sound in the room was the slow, heavy rhythm of our breaths syncing up. Inhale. Exhale. The air between our naked bodies felt thick and humid, charged with days of waiting.
Sherry’s gaze traveled down my body. She lingered on the flat planes of my chest, then followed the lines of muscle down my stomach. Her lips parted slightly when her eyes reached my cock. She stared openly at the thick length of it. Her thighs pressed together in a subtle, instinctive movement. The motion squeezed her glistening pussy lips tighter together for a moment. freёwebnovel.com
Her nipples tightened even more, pulling into harder points. A fresh wave of pink flush spread upward from her chest, across her collarbones, and into her cheeks.
My eyes moved over her with the same raw hunger. I traced the soft, full weight of her breasts and the way they rose and fell. I followed the smooth, warm plane of her stomach down to the delicate lines where her hips curved outward.
Lower still, I focused on the bare, glistening skin between her legs. The short dark hairs framed everything so naturally. Her outer lips looked swollen and shiny. The inner pink folds glistened visibly, parting just enough to show how wet she had become under my stare.
Neither of us spoke. Our breathing grew louder in the quiet room. Slow. Heavy. Matched.
After a long, charged silence I finally reached out. I let my fingertips hover just above her skin for a heartbeat, close enough to feel the radiant heat rolling off her hip. Then I made contact. My fingertips brushed lightly down her side. They traced the smooth inward curve of her waist and followed the generous flare of her hip.
The texture of her skin felt impossibly soft and warm, yielding under the lightest pressure. A visible shiver rippled across her entire body at the touch. Her stomach fluttered. Her thighs trembled for a second.
Her hands moved at the same time. She slid her palms over my chest, fingertips exploring the hard muscle there. They drifted lower across my stomach. She stopped just short of my cock, her touch feather-light and almost reverent. The nearness of her fingers made my erection twitch visibly between us.
We stayed like that for a long stretch of time. Just breathing each other in. Eyes locked. Small, exploratory touches sending sparks racing across bare skin. The air felt electric and heavy with anticipation. No rush. Just the two of us standing there naked in the lamplight, hearts pounding in sync.
This was Sherry. Not anyone else. Sherry, finally bare and open and trembling with the same need I felt.
Her eyes met mine again. They had gone dark and liquid with want, the tentative smile on her lips fading as her gaze darkened with pure, unadulterated invitation. The time for looking was done.
My hands left her waist, shifting to grip the heavy curve of her hips with a sudden, possessive weight that anchored her pelvis directly against the rigid length of my cock.
The night had only just begun.
