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The Incubus System Chapter 1060. The Angel's First II
🕑 Added 2024-11-04 09:40:54 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1060. The Angel's First II
Puriel's hands found their way to his chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as she returned his kiss. ‘This is not as scary as I thought…’ she thought.
Ethan shifted his position, lifting her with an ease that reminded her of his strength, her heart skipped a beat. Settled in his lap, facing him, she was acutely aware of every point where their bodies touched.
His fingers trailed along her waist, slipping under the hem of her dress with a touch that was as cautious as it was daring. Despite the gentleness, there was an undeniable power in his grasp, a restrained strength that made her pulse race. She could feel him holding back.
He lifted her dress, exposing her skin to the cool night air, goosebumps rose along her arms and legs. Ethan’s gaze followed the movement before he stopped.
“You don’t wear panties?” His voice was a mix of shock and curiosity, his brow furrowing slightly.
Puriel frowned, her cheeks coloring with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. “What’s panties?” she asked, her voice quiet. The concept was foreign to her.
Ethan chuckled softly, the sound low and somehow reassuring. “Okay, so you don’t wear panties. Never mind,” he said, shaking his head slightly as he dismissed the topic with an amused smirk. His hand resumed its exploration, now sliding more boldly between her legs. His fingers traced along her.
She felt a gasp escape her lips, her body tensing and then melting under his touch. Puriel was caught between a primal instinct to flee and a deeper, more compelling desire to stay and explore the strange, new sensations that Ethan was awakening within her. Her mind raced, thoughts blurred by the intensity of the moment.
Ethan's touch grew bolder, more assertive, and she could feel his desire pressing down on her, heavy and hot. His hands moved, tracing the curves of her body, exploring with a touch that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intimacy. She felt her own clothing fall away, piece by piece, her skin exposed to the cool night air and the heat of his gaze.
‘Uh... that fast?’ she thought, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she realized she was completely naked before him.
Ethan didn’t pause; his own clothes began to come off, his movements quick and impatient. His shirt was discarded. His eyes, dark and intense, were fixed on her, and there was an urgency in his gaze.
"Et-Ethan..." she stammered, her voice catching as she watched him unbutton his pants. Her eyes were inevitably drawn to the bulge behind his zipper. As he slid off his pants and the last barrier of clothing, his manhood stood prominently.
Her jaw dropped slightly, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of him, fully exposed. The veins along his length pulsed and she felt herself freezing, caught between awe and fear.
Ethan stepped closer, his presence imposing yet strangely comforting. "It’s okay," he murmured, his voice rough with his own arousal yet attempting to soothe her nerves.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her body alive with a mix of emotions she had never anticipated feeling. His proximity was overwhelming, his scent enveloping her, a mixture of earth and something uniquely Ethan.
His hand reached out to gently tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze, she saw the raw desire there, but also something softer, more tender. "You can touch me too," he said softly, extending an invitation, giving her control in a situation where she felt she had none.
Hesitantly, her hand reached out, her fingers trembling as they made contact with his skin, his thigh. She looked up at Ethan, searching for reassurance in his eyes, and found a playful smirk dancing across his lips.
"Why are you only touching me there?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. "You should touch my cock."
Puriel's face flushed a deeper shade of red, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. She stammered, her words catching in her throat. She hesitated.
"Just touch it," Ethan urged gently, his tone encouraging but firm.
Drawing in a deep breath to steady her nerves, Puriel's hand moved from his thigh upwards, her fingers extending tentatively towards him. When her fingertips finally brushed against his length,
Ethan let out a sharp hiss, a clear indication that he enjoyed the contact. The texture was unlike anything she had ever felt—hot and incredibly hard, yet the skin was smooth.
She explored. His cock twitched responsively, and she jumped slightly at the reaction, her eyes widening. Ethan's breath hitched, and he closed his eyes for a moment, clearly savoring the sensation.
Watching him react to her touch filled Puriel with a newfound confidence. She was affecting him, eliciting these raw responses from someone like Ethan.
Encouraged by his reactions, she wrapped her fingers around him more firmly, exploring his length with a cautious curiosity. Her movement drew another hiss or moan from Ethan.
Ethan's hands found her hips, his grip firm but gentle, as if guiding her, encouraging her to continue. His eyes opened, locking onto hers with intensity. "Like that," he breathed out, his voice rough with desire. "Keep going." Puriel nodded, her initial nervousness giving way to a budding confidence as she became more attuned to his reactions and her own surprising boldness.
After a moment, he gently pushed her hand away, his smile both approving and wicked. “You did good. Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, his voice low and promising. Puriel’s heart raced with anticipation, unsure yet eager for what was to come.
Ethan shifted their positions slightly, bringing her closer into his embrace. His hands moved, tracing up her sides, feeling the curve of her ribs under his fingertips until they reached her breasts. His touch was lighter here, almost teasing. He watched her face for her reactions, his eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and desire.
