Nestled in his arms, Sharron fell silent and felt awkward after pouring out her heart. Despite this guy having seen every part of her, even her most intimate areas, now she felt a sense of nakedness before him which she couldn't put into words.
For Nero, the situation wasn't much easier. His body now seemed to react instinctively to her presence on his lap. The gentle pressure of her delicate frame against him, along with the softness and warmth of her skin, made him feel lightheaded. As she snuggled against his chest, he couldn't help but notice the signs of Sharron's work in the kitchen on her body—damp patches under her tight sleeves, glistening beads of sweat on her forehead, and her intoxicating scent that drove him wild.
In contrast to Sharon's polished appearance during their late-night encounters, her disheveled charm made her even more irresistible.
Every aspect of her made him want to tear off her clothes and take her right then and there, but he knew it would be insensitive after she had just bared her soul. The best course of action was to wait for her to give him the green light and make a move when she was ready. So he tried to distract himself and let his eyes wander.
"Why did you stop drinking?" he asked, noticing her half-finished glass on the table. From Carlos and her words earlier, she used to be quite into drinking. Nero casually brought up the topic, attempting to divert his attention.
He noticed her unease as she fidgeted in response to his question and quickly reassured her, "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I was just curious."
Sharron hesitated before murmuring, "I... get... hot."
"Sorry, could you repeat that?" Nero requested, struggling to understand her barely audible words.
"I said, I get horny when I'm drunk," she whispered, with a red blush creeping into her face.
Nero paused momentarily upon hearing her words but soon became excited as he got the wheels to steer the situation in the desired direction.
"Sharron, remember what I asked you at the table? You took the glass and now you have to finish it for me to take it as a yes." Picking up the glass from the table, Nero said sweetly and offered it to her.
Sharron looked him in the eyes, knowing he was doing the usual shenanigan and asking her in a roundabout way if she was up for it. Rather than criticize him, she took the glass from his hand, giving him the answer he was hoping for.
With anticipation, Nero watched as Sharron held the half-filled glass of deep red alcohol in her left hand and took a sip while her right hand clung to his shirt, refusing to let go.
"It's too strong!" she complained like a child, pouting at him.
"Oh, don't be like that, baby. You can't be making excuses when it's just half a glass. I know you can do it. Come on," he egged her on in the most affectionate tone he could muster. However, his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Sharron shook her face in refusal and shyly buried her face deeper into his chest.
Seeing her behave like that troubled him, but he understood that her taking a sip was already an answer, so he took charge.
Nero leaned down a little and whispered in her ear, "Why don't I make it easier for you?" Sharron looked up at him questioningly while he gently took her hand holding the glass and brought it to his mouth.
Taking a mouthful of the strong Ambrosia, he felt his tongue burn and relish its sweetness simultaneously. Looking down at the glamorous woman, who still appeared confused, he leaned in and kissed her, passing the strong drink into her mouth.
At first, Sharron squirmed in surprise, but as he hugged her tightly, she opened up, allowing him to do as he pleased. She had difficulty balancing the glass in her hand without letting its remaining content spill on the floor while engaging in a passionate exchange with him.
Their mouth exchanged the fancy drink, and lips tasted one another while also dancing with their tongues. Long after passing the drink to her, he finally had to pull his face away to catch his breath, and both gasped for air.
Observing Sharron's dazed and longing gaze, her sorrow and shyness replaced with desire, Nero smiled and said, "See, not so hard, right?"
Sharron regained her composure in his question but didn't reply. Instead, she gently pushed the glass into his mouth, feeding him the remaining drops of Ambrosia. Then she placed the glass back on the table without leaving his lap and opened her mouth like a baby bird, waiting eagerly for him to feed her more.
Watching the mature beauty acting like an adorable child showing her pearly white and rosy tongue, Nero struggled to hold back laughter with a mouthful of strong alcohol. Unable to resist, he immediately launched another passionate attack and embraced her tightly once more.
Much of the drink spilled out of her mouth this time, but neither cared as they focused on savoring each other's taste.
When they broke apart, he checked out the woman in his hold. Sharron was a mess, with the Ambrosia dripping out of her mouth, leaving a trail from her chin to her front neck, and even staining her dress.
Nero couldn't resist the sight of the red velvety drink glistening on her milky skin.
"Sheesh, look, you leaked it all out of your mouth, let me clean it up for you," He said, eyeing the drips of drink on her chin and slender neck before leaning in to lick it off of her delicately.
As Nero's lips traced the path of the spilled Ambrosia along Sharron's neck, she couldn't resist breaking out a mix of moans and giggles as the ticklish feeling of his tongue's warm tongue brushed over her skin was too stimulating for her.
But her soft giggles quickly turned into sharp intakes of breath as he alternated between playful licks and lingering kisses. Each movement sent shivers coursing through her body, heightening her sensitivity to his every touch.
"Nero, that tickles," she whispered, her voice trembling with laughter and rising desire. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, holding onto him as though letting go would cause her to lose the intoxicating sensations he was giving her.
"Tickles? Or something else?" Nero teased, his deep voice laced with amusement as he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. His purple eyes burned with mischief, making her blush deepen.
"You're such a meanie," Sharron muttered, averting her eyes, though the slight upward curve of her lips betrayed her enjoyment.
"I am sorry. I don't think I could stop now even if you asked me to," cupping her cheek and turning her face gently toward him. His thumb brushed gently over her plump lips highlighted by red lipstick, and the intensity in his eyes softened.
She leaned into his hand, her lips parting as she whispered, "Then don't stop."
Nero didn't need further encouragement. Closing the distance between them, he captured her lips in a deep kiss, pouring all the passion he had restrained until now into the moment. Sharron matched his fervor, her hands roaming over his chest before unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands on his raw, chiseled muscles, feeling the heat of his skin against her palms.
Nero smoothly undid the knot in her wrap dress as their kisses heated up and pulled the fabric to the sides.
To see what he had done, Nero pulled back as he took off the shirt she had unbuttoned. Dropping the shirt to the floor, he took a moment to appreciate the woman in his lap.
From her swollen lips to her slender neck, the sheen of his saliva was glimmering on her skin, but the clean freak Sharron didn't seem the slightest bit disgusted nor tried to wipe it out as she let his eyes appreciate her beauty. Below that, her wrap was pulled to the sides, fully exposing her juicy breasts perfectly cuddled inside an ordinary rose-colored bra. The golden chained wedding necklace she usually tucked away adorned her neck with its pendant bearing Carlos's name resting on her alluring cleavage.
Sharron was suddenly reminded of their presence as his eyes gazed at them.
"Don't. Leave it there," Nero said, gripping her hands when she tried to take it off her. Sharron was reluctant and made a pleading face, but when he stared right into her eyes, she didn't protest.
Not wanting her mood to turn sour, he didn't let her think more and pulled her into another searing kiss. Sharron reacted by running her one hand along his broad back and another trailing along the edge of his jaw before tangling his raven hair and pulling his head gently closer to her as their lips continued to suck one another.
To speed up things, he tried to take off her dress. Sharron, sensing his efforts, smoothly removed her wrap dress while still locked in the kiss, then settled back down on his lap wearing only her panties and bra.
Feeling the lack of clothing on her, Nero immediately inserted his hands inside her panties, busying himself on kneading her ass and enjoying its soft texture. Sharron, in response, provocatively grinded her hips against his crotch, causing Nero to groan with pleasure.
"Sharron," he murmured against her lips, his voice faltering, as her actions were too much for him. "You're going to drive me insane."
"Good," she replied breathlessly, her excitement and confidence bolstered by the effect she was having on him.
As the mature beauty started to take control of their entanglement, Nero felt himself close to releasing it, and he would've gladly done so by surrendering more to her. But sadly, the stark reminder on his mind about why he was there prompted him to stop enjoying the moment and stand up with Sharron in his hold.
When Nero turned around and placed her on the table, she looked at him confused about why he had stopped now as she had felt him close to release.
Nero drew a steady breath before his intense gaze locked onto hers. "Sharron, I can sense the deep-seated anger and guilt within you regarding Carlos. I won't pretend I understand every ounce of your pain, but I know if you leave them untouched, they'll fester within you before eventually exploding when you least expect it." His voice softened, almost coaxing. "When you reach the city, the last thing you want is for your hidden feelings to muddle the mess that Carlos creates. You need to let go of these emotions and find release. Think of everything I will do from now as a form of therapy, my way of helping you free yourself from these buried emotions. But for it to work, I need you to trust me and fully open yourself up to the process. Do you trust me, love?"
The words left his mouth with a practiced sincerity, though inwardly, Nero fought the urge to smirk. He wasn't bullshitting, not entirely. His Incubi senses did hint at a desire for revenge tightly coiled with guilt whenever Sharron was near Carlos. But he didn't give a crap about helping her with these hidden desires. What he cared about was using them to trample one thing she seemed to care a lot about.
He wasn't sure if it was her beliefs or her love for her husband. Still, from the first day of their relationship, Nero had seen how desperately Sharron tried to preserve her sanctity of marriage, acting as though their affair hadn't shattered it apart.
However, now he was done playing along. He planned to corrupt and shred all her paper-thin illusion of loyalty to her husband by twisting her deep desires. If there was a sacred line left unbroken in her heart, Nero was going to cross it and make her want it that way.
His words left Sharron confused and hesitant, but his gentle insistence and familiar warmth made her believe he was looking out for her as always, so she nodded along.
Watching her agree, Nero kissed her in excitement before sliding his hands inside her panties.
"Jeez, Sharron, you leaked out of your lower mouth, too," he murmured against her lips as his hand slipped into her cotton-white panties and pulled out his hand, wet with her pussy juice. His touch hovered in the damp fabric and asked in a teasing tone, "Do you want me to clean it up for you?"
Sharron's face flushed with embarrassment as she saw him inspecting the damp patch of her panties she made down there from her arousal. But she nodded to express her desire, as her need outweighed her shame.
Nero's eyes darkened with an intensity that sent a shiver through Sharron as he took a seat before her. Slowly, deliberately, his hands traced along her thighs, parting them as if unwrapping a gift.
"You're beautiful," he murmured as he leaned in, his lips trailing feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin of her thighs. Each press of his mouth was deliberate, teasing as if savoring every inch along her milky thighs until he reached the damp barrier of her panties.
Instead of removing her panties, Nero opted to tug them aside before getting closer to enjoy the real dessert of the night.
Sharron's fingers gripped the table's edge tightly, her body trembling with anticipation. When his lips finally reached her pussy lips, she let out a soft gasp, her back arching.
Nero didn't rush. He took his time, using his tongue with expert precision to explore her folds, tasting her arousal and responding to every moan, every shiver, with increasing fervor. Sharron's fingers found their way to his raven hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulled him closer, her inhibitions melting away with each stroke of his tongue.
"Ah, Nero," she breathed, barely whispering voice, encouraging him to delve more with an increased fervor. His grip on her thighs tightened as he dove deeper, his mouth working to draw out every ounce of her naughty juice she had to give. Her hips bucked against him instinctively, her body surrendering completely to the sensations he was creating.
Sharron felt a weird mix of guilt and forbidden thrill as she spread her legs for him at the same table where she dined with her husband and child a few hours ago.
The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the symphony of her gasps, moans, and the wet sounds of his ministrations. Sharron felt herself spiraling, the tension building in her core, and just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Nero pulled back.
"We are going to continue this in your marital bed," Nero said, scooping her up in a princess carry towards her.
Sharron wrapped her arms around his shoulders without protesting and lay quietly in his hold.
Gazing at his face, she was still in disbelief, even amid the whirlwind of emotions. A few months back, he was an immature brat who would get nervous and stammer if she even sat close by and now he was like a mature man who would make her heart race by his presence and get her brain mushy by his actions. She couldn't believe their position had been swapped. He changed too fast, almost like he had molded himself to her taste in just a few months.