[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 392 & 393. (Patreon)

Chapter 392: Where they left off.

I followed Diana inside her house and noticed that our outfits… were kinda similar. She was wearing blue jeans, too, and a black long sleeve shirt with golden trimming along its v-neck. The shirt seemed loose, but Diana’s large breasts pushed against it regardless. Not that it matters much, but I found it amusing.

We walked into the compact and cozy living room. There were two couches and an old recliner sofa facing the TV on the wall. There was a fireplace with pictures and vases on top of its frame, but it didn’t seem like it had seen much use recently.

Diana looked around as if searching for something, or more like examining her own living room. She pushed both sofas to be perfectly aligned in 90° and repositioned the coffee table because it wasn’t perfectly centered with the rug under it. To me, everything looked tidy and clean, though.

Red was laying on the old recliner sofa, chewing on jerky. From the looks of it and given the good state of the rest of the furniture…

“Did you have breakfast?” Diana asked me.

“Ah. Yes, I did.” I told her with a smile, then looked at Red again. “Is that his spot?”

Diana chuckled. “Yes, the only sofa he’s allowed to sit on. My dad began to train him and I’ve kept at it. Thankfully, he learns rather quickly.” She walked up and sat down next to me, her face showing a beautiful smile. “So you have a cat, then?”

“Yeah. Her name is Cake. She was an abandoned kitty my sister and her friends brought home. I didn’t want to keep her, but… Well, Cake kinda made the choice for us.”

“That’s a cute name. Who came up with it?”

I felt my cheeks began to heat up. “I did. We’re big sweet tooths at my house, so it seemed fitting.”

“Do you have a picture of her?”

“Yeah.” I showed her Cake on my phone. Diana smiled. “Do you like cats?”

“Yes. We had a couple of farm cats at the ranch to hunt rats.” The picture I showed her just happened to be one that also had Isabelle in it, so Diana also asked about her. “Is this your sister?”

“Yeah. Isabelle.”

“You look… quite alike. Twins?” I nodded. “Wow. What's that like?”

“Annoying most of the time,” I joked.

“That’s just siblings in general,” she joked back.

“Are you an only child?” I asked her.

“No, I have an older brother. He got an opportunity to study overseas when he was 18 and ended up making his life there. He comes back once in a while to visit with his wife and daughter.” Diana sighed heavily.

“...Strained relationship?” I asked.

Diana smiled wryly. “Gave myself away, huh? Yeah, a bit. I was here taking care of dad while he was ill, but my brother didn’t come to see him. He… also tried to fight me over some parts of the inheritance when he came to the funeral. Made everything way more stressful.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is that resolved or…?”

“Yeah, it is, thankfully. His wife beat some sense into him,” Diana said with a satisfied smile. “Now I can finally start focusing on my work again. And also… my love life, hopefully. Maybe.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I could swear I felt Diana’s doing the same. We’d been talking so freely and easily, like we’d effortlessly taken it from where we left off on Friday, but now an awkward silence formed between us. It was awkward because we both knew what else we wanted to continue from where we left off. It didn’t last long, though. Diana didn’t LET it last long.

“So… We were cut short on Friday and left some… unfinished business. I said I’d make it up to you, remember?” she asked me. “I mean to keep that promise. So… What would you like to do now?”

I wasn’t going to beat around the bush, but I also didn’t feel like jumping into the deep end of the pool immediately. “To start, I’d like to kiss you again, if you don’t find that disagreeable.”

“Hmm… So you DO read minds.” Whether she meant that as a joke or was serious about it, she didn’t give me time to ask. Diana leaned in and captured my lips

She put her hand on my shoulder at the same time I placed mine on her waist. A pleasant tingle ran through my body, and Diana didn’t waste time moving even closer and prodding my lips with the tip of her tongue. We both let out a soft moan into the other’s mouth… and then a dog whined.

Startled, we turned to look. Red was in front of us, looking upset as he whined and stomped his front paws on the floor.

I couldn’t help but smirk. “I… think I made him jealous.”

To test it, Diana leaned in again and kissed my cheek. Red whined again and stuck his snout between us.

“You are such a baby…!” Diana said, groaning. “That’s it. You’re going outside.”

“Aww, now I feel bad…” I told her.

“Don’t. He’s used to being outside,” Diana told me, standing up and snapping her fingers. “Outside, now.” She gestured towards the hallway leading to the back of the house. Red began to walk, if reluctantly, and Diana walked behind him. They both disappeared and soon enough I heard a door opening and closing.

Diana returned and sat down next to me again. “Sorry about that…”

“I think it’s cute. I told you I love dogs.”

Diana smiled in relief. She moved a lock of her hair behind her ear, a simple move that I found both surprisingly cute and sexy. “So… Where were we?”

I put an arm behind her neck and pulled her into another kiss. Diana answered by pushing me down on the couch and falling on top of me.

In seconds, the room felt several degrees hotter.

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Chapter 393: Kindled flames.

At times, her tongue was on top of mine, at others mine was on top of hers, but at all times were our lips locked in wet, hungry kisses. Diana’s soft, candid moans were soothing and arousing music so close to my ears, her warm voice equal parts excited and placid.

She straddled my hips and only let the top half of her body press down on me, pushing her supple breasts down on my chest as she let me suck on her tongue like a lollipop. 

{Fuck… That feels so nice. Kissing… I love kissing him…!}

God, I know it’s unfair to read someone’s thoughts like that, but it was such a huge boost in confidence. But even without it, I could tell Diana’s hesitation was gone. The way she kissed me, the way her hands caressed my cheek and my arm, it all spoke of a desire for pleasure as well as a desire to please. It was a feeling I knew all too well.

My hands went under her shirt, touching her stomach directly and staying there. Diana shivered on top of me, grinning into our kiss and giving my lower lip a nibble.

“Don’t be shy now…” she said. “I know you want to touch more, and I want you to do it.”

It was tempting to move my hands up to her breasts again, like on Friday, but our position made me realize I had yet to touch her butt, so I did.

“O-Ooh…!” Diana flinched in surprise before she began to chuckle. I squeezed and fondled her ass to my heart’s content, and Diana licked my lips in response. “You got me.”

I smiled sheepishly at her. She had such a nice butt, too. Big yet firm. Did she do some form of exercise? She had to, with a body like hers. I kissed her jaw, then went further down and began to kiss her neck. Diana raised her chin to let me do it freely.

“This is so conflicting…” Diana said, smiling and looking into my eyes. “Like you said, I have a good feeling about you, about us. I’m worried we might be going too fast, but… I want you, Oliver. I want you and I want you to have me.”

I swallowed. “You know… Recently, my life was turned upside down. I went from a friendless virgin to… Well, I don’t know what I’d call myself now,” I said with a small chuckle. “But many aspects of my life now seem to revolve around… sex. I worry that my girlfriends, or even you, like me only for my looks or… how good I am in bed.” I shook my head. “That’s weird coming from a guy, isn’t it?”

“No. No, I understand. That’s exactly why I’m worried we’re moving too fast,” she said.

“But maybe, for the person I am now… This is my way of showing I care?” I offered sheepishly. “I want to share this with you, for the both of us to feel good and to tear down the walls of shame and pretenses. I want you, Diana. I want to have sex with you over and over and over, but that’s not all I want. I want to know you more, I want to go on dates, I want to share my happiness with you and for you to share yours with me. It might be a long road, but if that’s one you’re willing to walk with me, I don’t see why we can’t start with this.”

Diana smiled at me, caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers and moved a lock of hair away from my eyes. “I guess that, despite me being older, you’re the one with more relationship and dating experience.”

“Hardly. I’ve just been lucky, or blessed to have amazing people around me. Luck alone won’t be enough, though, so I’m always thinking of how I can make things… better.”

Diana took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay, then. I’m convinced. I’ll walk this road with you… and the other girls. I’ll see for myself where it takes me. We’ll learn more about each other as we go, sharing the good and the bad. And… I suppose we can start by learning how compatible our bodies are.”

Diana sat up, still stradling my hips as I lay down on her couch. She grabbed onto the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, quickly taking it off. My heart almost exploded and my dick grew harder against my leg. Her chest looked somehow bigger in that black lace bra, and her skin was smooth and without any blemishes. But she didn’t stop there. Without missing a beat, she unhooked her bra at the back and threw it aside. My eyes followed the lacy black fabric for a brief moment, feeling a slight disappointment that I didn’t get to see her in it for more than a few seconds. But on the other hand… those heavy melons were free.

My jaw dropped and my eyes could’ve popped out like a cartoon character’s. I almost wanted to yell ‘awooga!’, but my brain received such a critical hit I couldn’t muster the strength to joke.

They were big, soft and creamy white with pretty pink nipples and small areolas. They were beautiful, perfect, as if tailor-made to my specific preferences.

“Abbamwa…” I coherently mumbled.

Diana chuckled. “With those previous claims, I would’ve thought you’d seen breasts before.”

“...I feel like I’m seeing them for the very first time all over again,” I admitted.

Diana leaned down, but not fully. She left her breasts hanging above my face, just slightly out of the reach of my mouth. My lips unconsciously parted and I stuck out my tongue. That was when Diana fed me her nipple, letting it fall directly on my mouth. I gobbled it up like a madman.

I opened wide and sucked it, running my tongue all over it while I also moved to grope the other tit. My fingers sank directly into supple, silky smooth flesh.

“Oooh… Mmmm, yes…!” Diana moaned.

With her nipple still in my mouth, I looked up at her and saw her with eyes closed, cheeks red and lips pursed as she let out soft, low whimpers. It was so damn erotic, I felt a familiar flame lighting up inside me.

I grabbed onto Diana’s waist and pulled her down. Then, I began to grind against her, the bulge in my jeans against her crotch. And of course, I didn’t stop sucking on her tits, I just switched from one nipple to the other.

“O-Oh…!” Diana’s eyes shot wide open, her pursed lips curled into an excited smile, and she soon began to match the movements of her hips with mine.

We kept at it for a long while, sharing kisses, fondling each other and dry-humping as if we were already having sex. I could feel Diana’s arousal in the intensity of her kisses, by which I mean she was almost shoving her tongue down my throat, which was amazing.

Eventually, though, she pulled away with a hard gasp. Breathing ragged, we both stopped moving and stared at each other with huge, goofy grins. Then, Diana spoke pure magic.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything.”