I pulled back slightly, my knees still planted firmly on either side of her thighs. The mattress compressed beneath me with a faint creak, the sheets shifting in soft folds around my legs. The cool night air brushed across my wet skin and the hard length of my cock, which throbbed visibly between us, heavy and upright.

Eleanor sat up just enough to shrug the blue robe fully off her shoulders.

The silk whispered down her arms in a liquid glide, sliding over her smooth skin with a soft, sensual sound. She lifted her shoulders one after the other, letting the fabric slip away completely. Her right arm extended, then her left, the robe falling in a graceful cascade before she tossed it aside. It draped over the bed rail, one sleeve hanging loose and brushing lightly against my knee, the cool silk barely grazing my skin.

She settled back against the rail again, completely naked now, her black hair shifting across her shoulders as she moved. Her eyes never left mine.

My gaze dragged slowly over every inch of her.

Her breasts were full and heavy, rising and falling with each measured breath. The soft, rounded swells caught the lantern light beautifully, their undersides cast in gentle shadow while the tops gleamed. Her nipples were dark, already tight and peaked from the cool air and the heat building between us.

Tiny droplets of water from my skin still clung to her chest, trembling with every inhale, some of them slowly tracing glistening paths down the curves before disappearing into the valley between her breasts. I let my eyes move lower.

The elegant dip of her small waist flared into the smooth, generous curve of her hips. Her stomach was soft yet toned, rising and falling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Between her spread thighs, her pussy was utterly exposed, clean-shaven, the outer lips swollen and flushed, parting slightly to reveal the glistening inner folds. The slick sheen of her arousal caught the golden lantern light with every tiny shift of her body, shining wetly.

I took my time.

My stare traced the delicate lines of her collarbones, sharp and elegant against her skin. Lower, to the faint, rapid pulse beating at the base of her throat, a small, living flutter visible beneath the surface. Her black hair clung damply to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, some strands stuck to the moisture there. I followed the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, where they trembled ever so slightly against the outsides of my knees, the muscles flexing subtly as she held herself open for me.

I drank it all in, feeding on the sight of my aunt laid completely bare beneath me, legs parted wide, chest heaving gently, dark eyes watching me watch her with that same calm, unwavering intensity. The taboo weight of it only sharpened every detail: the way her nipples tightened further under my gaze, the subtle sheen of wetness coating her pussy, the slow rise of color across her chest.

My cock throbbed hard between us, the thick shaft twitching with each heavy heartbeat, the flushed head brushing just above the soft skin of her lower stomach, leaving faint, glistening traces of precum where it made contact.

Eleanor’s lips parted. Her tongue flicked out once, slow and deliberate, wetting them until they gleamed.

"Take your time," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "This will need time."

She didn’t speak again. She simply breathed. Deep, controlled breaths that lifted her breasts and made the droplets on her skin tremble.

Her dark eyes stayed locked on mine, daring me, inviting me to keep looking. To keep taking my time. To savor every exposed inch of her.

I stayed there on my knees, drinking her in, the lantern light flickering across every curve and hollow of her naked body while the cool night air kissed the wet skin between us.

Then I moved forward again.

My hands braced on the mattress beside her shoulders. My knees shifted outward incrementally, spreading her thighs just a fraction wider. The head of my cock dragged slowly downward across her stomach, leaving a shining trail, inching closer to the heat radiating from between her legs as the seconds stretched into something thick and electric.

She opened her mouth to speak, her lips parting, the soft inner pink glistening faintly.

Before any sound could escape, I lifted my right hand and placed a single finger gently but firmly against her lips. The pad of my index finger pressed against the warm, yielding fullness of her lower lip first, then settled across both.

Her eyes widened a fraction, the dark pupils flaring with surprise. Her breathing changed instantly, shallower, quicker, the air moving in and out against my fingertip in warm, unsteady puffs that proved the sudden shift in her.

I held the finger there for several long seconds, feeling the delicate tremble of her lips beneath it, the faint heat of her breath, the tiny movements as she adjusted to the unexpected silence I imposed.

Then my hands moved.

They slid downward from her armpits, palms gliding slowly over the smooth, warm skin. My fingers traced the sensitive hollows there, feeling the faint dampness of residual water and fresh sweat. Lower still, across the gentle ridges of her ribs, each bone rising and falling under my touch as her breathing accelerated. My palms pressed more firmly, fingers spreading wide to cradle her sides.

I lifted her.

The motion was deliberate, powerful, and unhurried. Her weight shifted upward as I drew her away from the bed rail. Her back peeled slowly off the carved wood with a faint whisper of skin against wood. The muscles in my arms and shoulders flexed visibly, cords standing out as I lowered her completely onto the bed. The light sheets sighed beneath her as her full weight settled, black hair fanning outward across the pillow once more.

She started breathing harder.

Her chest rose and fell in deeper, quicker rhythms now, breasts swaying heavily with each inhale. Her nipples remained tight, dark peaks catching the lantern light.

I lifted her legs.

My hands moved to the backs of her thighs, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh. I raised them slowly, folding her body with exquisite care. Her knees bent and drew back toward her chest, thighs spreading wider apart under the pressure. The position pinned her legs back firmly, completely exposing her.

Her pussy opened to me fully, swollen outer lips parting, the slick inner folds glistening wetly in the golden light, her entrance visibly contracting with each rapid breath. A thin, shining strand of arousal stretched and trembled between her lips.

I moved my cock just above her pussy.

The heavy, throbbing length hovered there, so close that the radiant heat from her core kissed the sensitive underside of my shaft. The flushed head pulsed visibly, a thick bead of precum gathering at the tip before it slowly swelled and began to drip in a single, glistening thread toward her waiting wetness. The space between us felt charged, electric, every tiny shift of air moving across our skin.

No words were needed now.

Only the sound of her quickened breathing, the faint creak of the bed beneath us, and the flickering lantern light that painted every intimate detail in slow, merciless clarity.