Reincarnated With the Seduction System

Chapter 55: First Time With Isabella Part 2 ( R-18)

Isabella's lips trembled under Adrian's gentle yet assertive touch, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The room seemed to spin around them as their kiss deepened, each second stretching into an eternity of shared longing.

Adrian's hands moved from her face, tracing the contours of her neck, his fingers lightly brushing against the sensitive skin there.

"Adrian..." Isabella whispered against his lips, her voice barely more than a breathy murmur and a mix of surrender and uncertainty.

Her hands, initially stiff at her sides, now found their way to his chest, pressing gently as if testing the reality of the moment.

"I need you, Mom," Adrian confessed, his voice raw with desire. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Let me show you how much."

The words sent a thrill through her, igniting a fire within her that she had never felt before. She knew this was wrong, knew it defied every moral boundary they had set, but in that moment, all she could think about was the way he made her feel—alive, desired, loved.

"Are you sure?" Isabella managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew after what happened between her and Adrian, they would eventually cross the line but she didn't expect it would be so soon.

Adrian nodded, his eyes dark with passion. "More than anything."

With a soft groan, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, carrying her effortlessly to the nearby sofa.

He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to undress her. First, he unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lace of her bra beneath. His fingers were deft, almost reverent as they worked, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You're so beautiful," Adrian murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, placing soft kisses along her exposed collarbone, each one igniting a trail of fire beneath her skin.

Isabella gasped, her hands gripping the fabric of the sofa beneath her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet utterly safe in Adrian's care. His every move was calculated, each touch designed to send her deeper into the vortex of desire.

Next, Adrian unclasped her bra, his hands trembling slightly as he revealed her full breasts. He paused, drinking in the sight of her, his eyes darkening with lust.

"God, you're perfect," he breathed, his voice hoarse.

He bent down, taking one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently while his hand teased the other. Isabella arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling with anticipation.

Adrian continued his ministrations, his hands and mouth working in tandem to drive her wild. He kissed his way down her stomach, stopping at her beautiful navel before kissing it few more times. His fingers hooked into the sides of her skirt, sliding it down her legs, baring her completely to his gaze.

Isabella lay before him, her body flushed and glistening with sweat, her heart pounding in her chest, completely naked. She could hear the loud gulp from Adrian as he was entranced gazing her.

She watched as Adrian knelt between her legs, his expression a mix of awe and hunger. Looking at her son with such an entranced gaze, she could no longer bear it and finally let everything holding her back go.

"Please, Adrian dye me with your color." she begged, her voice broken with need.

Adrian needed no further encouragement. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste her, his hands cupping her ass to pull her closer. Isabella cried out, her body convulsing as his tongue found her clit, flicking and teasing with expert precision.

"Adrian, yes!" Isabella screamed, her hips bucking uncontrollably against his mouth. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her world reduced to the feel of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth, the suction of his lips.

Her orgasm built swiftly, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her without warning. Isabella's body tensed. She brought her hands towards Adrian's head and pushed his head even closer to her core as she screamed, " Adrian I am cumming.", as she arched her back.

Adrian drank the nectar overflowing from her in, his own desire mounting as he watched her fall apart beneath him.

He stayed there, lapping at her, ensuring every last drop of her climax was savored. When she finally lay still, spent and sated, he crawled up her body, his eyes burning with a fierce love.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered again, his voice thick with emotion. He kissed her, a deep, claiming kiss that spoke of promises and futures tangled together.

Isabella returned his kiss, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. "I love you too, Adrian," she confessed, her voice strong despite the vulnerability of the moment.

The world outside seemed distant, unimportant. All that mattered was the connection between them, the bond that had been forged in the heat of passion and sealed with a love that transcended convention.

Adrian shifted slightly, his hand cupping the breast of his mother, playing with the pink pearky peaks, reigniting the spark between them.

Isabella shivered, her body responding to his touch even as her mind grappled with the implications of what they were doing.

"We should stop," she murmured, her voice weak even to her own ears.

Adrian shook his head, his eyes burning with intensity. "Not yet," he replied, his voice a command. "Not until I've shown you everything I feel."

With that, he kissed her again, his lips demanding, his body pressing her deeper into the cushions. Isabella surrendered once more, her reservations melting away under the heat of his desire.

This was their reality now, actions that bounded them together in ways neither could fully understand.

Adrian then stood up and removed his pants, showing his little brother who was standing in all its glory to his mother as she laid on the sofa panting and gasping for air, filled with lust for her son.