Edith's hand slid from his cheek to his chest, her fingernails lightly raking his skin through his shirt. "Jack," she murmured, her voice a call that beckoned him closer. Her eyes searched his, looking for the answer to a question that remained unspoken, her own desires a silent confession. With trembling hands, she reached for the buttons of his shirt, her movements deliberate and slow, as if savoring every moment of this newfound intimacy.
Jack's heart pounded like a wild beast in his chest as he allowed her to undress him, the warmth of her touch setting his skin alight. Each button released was a gateway to a place they had never dared to tread, each layer of clothing a barrier that fell away to reveal the truth of their yearning.
The candle's flame flickered, casting shadows that danced upon their bare flesh like lovers' whispers in the night. The air grew thick with anticipation, the very room seeming to hold its breath as they moved closer together.
Edith's hand paused at his waistband, her eyes locked on his. The unspoken question hung heavy in the air, a silent plea for reassurance that this path they were walking was the right one. Jack nodded, his own hand reaching to cup her cheek, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to her coolness. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, the barest touch that seemed to speak volumes. The moment stretched like a bowstring, a single heartbeat that contained an eternity of longing.
With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her hidden desires, Edith leaned in and captured his mouth once more, her kiss a fiery brand that broke the every boundary they had. Their tongues danced , exploring the uncharted territories of each other's mouths with a hunger that could no longer be denied. The taste of her, the scent of her, filled Jack with a sense of homecoming that he had never known, as if every piece of his soul had been scattered to the winds and now found its way back to her embrace.
Her hand slid lower, her fingertips tracing the line of his hipbone before finding the hardness that awaited her touch. He groaned into her mouth, the sound a primal expression of need that seemed to resonate through every corner of the room.
The candle's flame grew brighter, as if in approval of their union, casting an amber glow upon the soft curve of her neck as he kissed a path to her collarbone. Each touch, each kiss, was a promise that the love that had laid dormant within her could once again bloom into a fiery passion that would consume them both.
Jack's hand found its way to her nightgown, the soft fabric a mere whisper against his skin as he pushed it aside to reveal the beauty that lay beneath.
Her breasts, heavy with desire, cupped into his palm, the nipples dark. He took one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, eliciting a moan from her that was music to his soul. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through him, his cock pulsing with a need that demanded release.
The world outside the four walls of her bedroom ceased to exist, the only reality the feel of skin upon skin, the melding of two souls that had been separated by the familial bonds.
Edith's hand moved to his cock, her grip firm and sure, her movements a silent confession of the longing she had harbored for so long. Her desire that was hidden burst forth. The warmth of her hand was like a balm, she began to stroke him in time with their kisses. He could feel the wetness between her legs, the heat of her desire a mirror to his own, and he knew that the dam that had held back the flood of their passion was about to break.