After a few minutes, my thoughts dispersed as my eyes fixed on her body. She looked so fragile, almost ethereal, like a porcelain doll. Her head rested gently on my shoulder, and her hair fell like silk over her pale skin.
"It's okay." my voice came out low but firm. The way she looked at me made my heart beat faster, her presence was undeniably mesmerizing.
I wasn't used to running away from my own desires, even if the fear was still here, lurking around the edges of my mind. But when I saw her like this, any resistance crumbled. I accepted, no matter how much my mind screamed, because something inside me wanted it with all the intensity I could bear.
Victoria took the lead. With a graceful movement, she rose from the carriage, walking to the side of the bench. There was no shame in her gestures, just a natural confidence that made me feel even more anxious.
She approached slowly, until our faces touched. She didn't hesitate for a second. Her lips met mine, softly, but with an urgency I couldn't ignore. I felt a wave of warmth take over my chest. Kissing someone again... the sensation was overwhelming. I lost myself there, on her lips, enjoying every second, while she murmured soft moans into my mouth.
With one hand, she took mine, guiding it firmly to her breast. Her touch was soft and warm, and the feel of her skin under my fingers made me lose focus. She spread her legs a little further apart, and I felt the weight of the decision in every movement. Her face was filled with an expression that exuded desire, and I knew there was no turning back.
I squeezed harder, my fingers feeling the softness of her breast. It was small but perfect, like ripe fruit. The nipple, so soft, slid between my fingers, and the sensation made my body react uncontrollably. Before I knew it, Victoria was gripping the space between my legs, and her hand, small and firm, began to explore, groping me urgently.
She deftly removed my pants and, before I could process, I heard her voice, soft and husky:
"Mine..." She gasped for air, her fingers squeezing the remaining garment between us. But before she could continue, I kissed her again, almost desperate to have more of her.
I was immersed in sensations I had never experienced with such intensity. My body burned with desire, and I felt a warm, steady pulse in the center of me, as if the whole world had been reduced to this moment, this kiss, and the intoxicating touch of her hands.
Without another word, I didn't stand on ceremony. With one swift movement, I pulled down her panties and took them roughly, but in a way that felt just as desirable to her.
"Aaahhh!" She covered her mouth, letting out a muffled moan that made my body tremble with pleasure. I felt consumed by her hot, wet sensation, a pleasure so intense that I almost lost control of myself.
With force, I rocked my hips backwards, using the muscles in my legs to propel me forward. The sound of our bodies coming together echoed through the carriage, mixed with the creak of the wood that seemed to accompany our rhythm.
"Aaah!" Victoria's moan hit me full on. She squeezed my back with her hands, her fingers digging into my skin as she took me with an intensity, I didn't know I could bear.
I pressed her against the soft upholstery of the carriage, feeling the warmth of her body undermine. The space was small, stuffy, but everything about her pulled me in as if the world outside had ceased to exist. My arms wrapped around her tightly - as if I wanted to ensure that she wouldn't escape, that this moment wouldn't be interrupted by anything.
I started to move. My hips met hers with force, once, twice, three times, and soon the rhythm became something beyond control. It was as if something inside me had awakened - a raw, primal hunger that I didn't even know existed. The muffled sound of our bodies colliding, the sighs that escaped from her, all mixed with the soft creaking of the carriage wood and the rustling of the night outside.
I don't know how much time passed. It could have been minutes or hours. I lost track of everything, surrendered to the hot, vibrant, almost insane sensation that was beginning to build up inside me. An intense tingling took hold of my manhood, and by the time I realized it, it was too late to resist. I exploded inside her - hard, with everything.
She let out a hoarse moan, her mouth ajar, her eyes half closed. I saw her tongue slip out for a moment before her body shuddered completely. When she felt the heat of my cum flood her, her eyes rolled back and her body gave in. Her legs relaxed, her hands lost their strength, and she blacked out right there, glued to me.
When she opened her eyes again, she was already on my lap. I had cleaned her up as best I could and put her nightgown on carefully, trying not to wake her. She looked so serene, almost unreal - a powerful woman, now small in my arms.
"I slept... did you dress me?" she murmured, her voice hoarse. Her eyes went to the window, where the night was already spreading, serene and bright.
"Yes, I did... You slept for a few hours." I replied, trying not to sound so clumsy. "You... gushed a lot between your legs. It was bad. I think I even... threw something up on you."
She arched an eyebrow in surprise, but didn't say anything. She was exhausted. And, honestly, so was I. It had been more than pleasure. It had been... transformative. Something I would never have imagined experiencing with someone like her.
"I have to go." she said, forcing herself to sit up. Her voice sounded almost like a sigh of regret.
"Of course. I'm going too..."
"I can drop you off at home. Where in the city do you live?"
"No need." I answered immediately, looking away. "I'm going alone."
I opened the carriage door and got out, trying to collect my thoughts, trying not to collapse emotionally inside. But of course they were there. Both of them. Waiting for me with those mischievous smiles on their faces.
I walked past them with my face burning. And even without saying anything, I knew they were holding back their laughter. My steps quickened. I crossed three streets, maybe four, before I heard the damn whistle.
I stopped on the spot.
I looked ahead and my heart almost burst out of my mouth.
It was him. My father.
Next to him, the two bodyguards.
Unbelievable.
"I have to go." she said, forcing herself to sit up. Her voice sounded almost like a sigh of regret.
"Of course. I'm going too..."
"I can drop you off at home. Where in the city do you live?"
"No need." I answered immediately, looking away. "I'm going alone."
But the worst thing of all... was looking at my father. And realizing that, after that night, I would never be able to see him with the same eyes again.