Jack's mouth found her breast, his tongue swirling around the peak in a dance of adoration that had Edith's back arching off the bed. Her hand found his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark locks as she held him to her, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, a sweetness that seemed to fill his very being, as if he had found the nectar of the gods themselves. Her nipple grew taut against his tongue.
Edith's hips bucked against him, her body responding to his every touch as if it had been waiting for this moment for an eternity. Her hand slipped down to cup his ass, urging him deeper into her, the heat of her touch searing his flesh like a brand. The feeling of her nails digging into his skin was a silent plea for more, a demand that he was only too eager to meet. He thrust harder.
As Jack felt himself approaching the edge of that precipice, he knew that once he fell, there would be no turning back, no denying the love that burned within them both.
Their climax was a silent scream, a moment of pure, uncontrolled ecstasy that seemed to echo through the very foundations of the house. Time froze in that instant, the candle's flame a solitary star in the vast expanse of their shared universe. The world outside continued on, unchanged, but within the walls of that bedroom, everything was forever altered.
Jack collapsed upon Edith, his heart hammering against her chest, the heat of their union a stark contrast to the cool night air that seeped in through the open window. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, their hearts beating in sync, the weight of their secret a warm blanket that held them close. The candle, now a mere flicker, cast shadows upon the wall that danced in time with their racing thoughts.
"Grandma," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper that seemed too raw for the tender scene before them, "I've loved you for so long." The words hung in the air, a declaration that seemed to resonate through every corner of the room, as if the very walls had absorbed the years of his longing and now whispered it back to him.
Her eyes searched his, a silent question lingering in their depths. "And I you, Jack," she replied,