The neighbor from across the street had more to offer than I thought… Part 3

Emma’s apartment door opened slightly wide, and I followed her inside, feeling the air grow heavier with the scent of perfume and something else — something elusive that quickens the breath.

- Take off your jacket, - she instructed, leading me to the living room.

I undressed slowly, aware that every glance I cast met her eyes, shining in the lamp light. Emma took off her sweatshirt, revealing a slender, firm body. She wore only lace lingerie that accentuated her curves in an almost provocative way.

- It’s warm here, - I noticed, moving closer to her.

- Yes, I wanted you to feel at home, - she replied, coming close enough that I could feel her warm breath on my skin.

We started kissing slowly, savoring every gesture. Her hands moved along my neck and shoulders, then slid down — shyly yet decisively. She guided me toward the sofa, where she settled softly, inviting me to her.

I touched her reverently, discovering every inch of her skin. I felt her body respond under my fingers — trembling, yearning, craving. Emma slid down, effortlessly took off my pants, and then — without a word — began to caress me with her mouth.

This time, she set the pace. Her touch was both tender and passionate, gentle and uncompromising. With every moment, I felt the desire to surrender myself to her completely grow stronger.

I couldn’t hold out long. I entered her carefully, not wanting to scare her but also not intending to delay. We moved together in a sensual and passionate rhythm. Her breath mingled with mine, and every moan she made was like a melody I would remember for a long time.

At one point, Emma hugged me tighter, pressing herself so close that I could feel her heartbeat on my chest.

- I never thought someone could give me so much pleasure, - she whispered.

- This is just the beginning, - I replied, kissing her forehead.

We fell asleep together, entwined, surrounded by the scent of perfume and the sensual mystery of that night.