The lantern light trembled across us, throwing every forbidden detail into sharp relief.
Eleanor pulled a little with her hands sprawled across the sheets, fingers digging deep into the fabric, bunching it into tight ridges between her knuckles. The tendons in her wrists stood out as she braced herself.
The thick, swollen head of my cock pressed firmly against her entrance, nestling hot and heavy between her slick, swollen lips. Her pussy fluttered once, a slow, involuntary kiss that pulsed around the tip, slick heat already coating me, trying to draw me in.
Our eyes met again, dark, locked, breathing each other in. The weight of what we were doing hung thick between us. My aunt. Spread open beneath me. Legs pinned high and wide. The air felt heavier with it.
Then my gaze dragged slowly downward.
