Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 517: Godmother’s Desperate Kiss

"Dexter..." she breathed out, her voice hardly audible, saturated with deep emotion. Her hand pressed even harder against my heart, as if attempting to engrave its rhythm into her memory. "You... you truly mean that?"

Her gaze scoured mine, desperately seeking any trace of doubt or wavering. Upon finding none, her lips curved into a gentle, quivering smile. The exposed vulnerability in her expression gradually yielded to a sentiment more profound, intimate, and tender.

Her free hand rose to tenderly cup my face, her thumb tracing the contour of my cheek with an immeasurable softness.

"I have cherished you for such a long time," she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of years of unexpressed feelings.

"Long before you were even aware of my existence... I've watched you mature, shielded you from the shadows, and yearned daily because proximity to you was impossible," Diana confessed, her voice shaking with the remnants of hidden sorrow. "And now... hearing those words from you..."

She slowly drew nearer, gently pressing her forehead against mine. Her full, heavy bosom softly but firmly pressed against my chest, the sheer fabric of her negligee offering little concealment for their warmth and softness. I could feel her heart pounding erratically, mirroring mine, as she held me close, her arms encircling my neck tightly.

"Tell me again," she murmured, her warm breath intertwining with mine, her lips merely an inch away. "Please... tell your godmother that you love her. I need to hear it once more."

Words were not my response.

Instead, I cupped her face with both my hands and embraced her lips once more—a kiss deeper, slower, imbued with the entirety of my feelings. Diana emitted a soft, choked moan against my mouth, her body trembling within my embrace. As I finally drew back slightly, I observed fresh tears tracing paths down her exquisite cheeks.

I delicately brushed them away with my thumbs, my heart clenching. "Why are you weeping...? Did I cause you pain?"

Diana offered a smile through her tears, a radiance tinged with fragility. "No... I am simply overwhelmed with joy," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I have longed for this for so many years... I never dared to imagine you would regard me in this light."

She paused, her expression shifting. A flicker of profound insecurity clouded her features as her gaze fell upon her own body. "But... I have grown so old now," she spoke softly, almost as if in self-reproach. "My body is not what it once was. Do you... find it repulsive? Be truthful with me, Dexter. I can bear the truth."

I immediately shook my head, my eyes reflecting nothing but unadulterated admiration. "No. How could I possibly find you repulsive? You are breathtakingly beautiful, Diana. Every contour, every inch of you ignites a fire within me."

A deep blush spread across Diana's face, her cheeks suffusing with a lovely rosy hue. She averted her gaze shyly, nibbling on her lower lip. "But... just a moment ago... You became flaccid. I felt it against my thigh. You're merely saying that to comfort me, aren't you?"

I shook my head once more, this time with added conviction. "No, I am not deceiving you. I would never lie to you, Diana. Never."

I met her gaze directly, speaking with a calm yet intensely felt sincerity. "Aunt Diana... I did not wish to hasten you or exhibit impatience. You are unlike other women who are merely drawn to my status, my physique, or my wealth. You are unique. The singular one. You have loved me selflessly for an extended period, even when I was unaware of your existence. This is precisely why controlling myself at this very moment proves so challenging."

I inhaled deeply, my hands gently encircling her waist. "Do you comprehend the sheer difficulty of refraining from becoming a savage and claiming you right here? How much restraint I am exercising because I do not wish to alarm you or disrupt this profound moment?"

Diana's eyes widened, fresh tears welling anew. In a voice laden with deep sorrow and a fragile flicker of hope, she inquired, "Do you truly love me to this extent? Despite my being older than you... despite the transgressions I have committed?"

I nodded without a moment's hesitation. "Yes. More than your heart could ever fathom."

She swallowed with effort, her fingers trembling as they rested upon my chest. "What if your Aunt is indeed a malevolent individual...? What if my mother discovers this and despises us for our union? What if the entire world turns against us due to this forbidden affection?"

I regarded her with an unyielding resolve, stating softly yet with absolute firmness:

"If you are a wicked person... then I shall embrace wickedness alongside you. The world holds no concern for me. The opinions of others are irrelevant. As long as I am with you, nothing else possesses any significance."

Diana's breath caught in her throat. She gazed at me for a sustained interval, her eyes earnestly searching mine. Then, incrementally, a beautiful, emotionally resonant smile graced her lips.

"You genuinely would..." she whispered, her voice faltering. "My sweet, naive boy... You possess no inkling of the peril contained within those words when spoken to a woman such as myself."

She drew nearer still, pressing her entire form against mine. Her considerable bosom softly yielded against my chest as her lips hovered tantalizingly close to mine.

"Say it again, please," she implored, her breath against my skin a shaky whisper. "Tell me you love me... Tell your godmother you desire her, no matter her age, no matter the perils she presents."

"I love you, Diana," I murmured, my lips brushing hers. "I want you. Every part of you."

A soft, joyful sob escaped her. Diana cradled my face with both hands, her kiss deep and consuming. Her tears mingled with our kiss, a salty, impossibly sweet cascade. Her full chest was pressed against mine, her kiss conveying years of pent-up affection.

When she finally drew back enough for breath, her forehead gently met mine once more. Her voice, thick with emotion, trembled slightly, fresh tears welling in her eyes.

"There is so much I wish to convey to you..." she breathed, her thumbs tenderly caressing my cheeks as if imprinting every feature onto her memory. "So many words held captive within my heart for years, feared I would never utter them."

Diana’s fingers continued their exploration of my face, tracing my jawline, my cheekbones, as if committing every detail to memory. Her gaze was a profound mix of overwhelming love and deep sorrow.

"Dexter..." she softly uttered, her voice cracking, "even if you leave me behind someday... even if you awaken to find this was a mistake... I shall not hold it against you. Not for a single moment."

She paused, her throat working as another tear traced a path down her cheek.

"You may have any woman you desire," she continued, her tone gentle yet pained. "Younger women, beautiful women... whoever captures your heart's attention. I will not stand in your way. But promise your aunt... give me one promise."

"When you are with me, held in my arms like this... please, do not speak of them. Do not utter their names. Do not describe their touch or the feelings they stir within you. Just... allow me to imagine, if only for a fleeting time, that my heart is the only one you hold."