Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 15: First Touch (R18+)

Tonya's head tilted slightly, the strands of her hair slipping like silk across her cheek.

She looked at him—not with surprise, not with fear—but caught between hesitation and curiosity. Her body tensed just a little, instinctively, as if uncertain whether to lean into the warmth or pull away from it.

Steve noticed it. The stiffness. The flicker in her eyes.

But still... she didn't move.

His hand moved slowly, the back of his knuckles brushing against her side with deliberate softness, like he was learning the shape of her body through touch alone.

His fingers curved around her waist, sliding upward—unhurried, savoring. And then... he found her breast.

Full. Warm. So soft his hand almost sank into it.

He paused, just for a second.

A heartbeat.

She didn't flinch... If anything, she lowered her hands, as though she was granting him permission.

His fingers molded around the curve of her breast, gently squeezing—just enough to feel the shape of her.

Her skin was impossibly warm, and the soft flesh spilled slightly between his fingers as he explored it. And then he felt it—her nipple, firming beneath his palm, reacting to his touch.

He could almost feel her breath hitch through her back, the quiet gasp she tried to suppress.

'Sweet.'

That was the word that came to his mind. Her breast felt sweet. Not literal—but—it was sweet in the most intimate way.

"Is something wrong?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. He didn't expect a real answer. He was asking with his body more than his voice, seeking permission in the quiet.

She didn't speak.

Instead, with her eyes shut, his hips pressed forward, slowly, deliberately, his hardened cock sliding against the generous curve of her massive ass.

'Grghhh...'

He groaned low in his throat—more breath than voice—as he pressed his cock against her, not thrusting, just... letting her feel him.

She let out a soft sound—barely a moan. More like a sigh, involuntary and delicate.

His hand slid lower again, returning to her fat supple ass cheeks. He gave her a greedy squeeze, fingers sinking into the plushness of her ass. God, it felt good. Heavy and soft, and hot through the fabric. His pulse throbbed through his fingertips.

She turned her face away from him, her eyes shut tightly, lips parted. Her body trembled just slightly, as if caught between wanting to stop this and being completely devoured by it.

His hand left her ass again, moving up her back, slow like water flowing uphill. He reached her other breast, still hidden but no less eager beneath his touch. He cupped it, sliding his thumb over where he imagined the nipple would be, and was rewarded with another quiet gasp. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

She was melting... slowly unraveling.

Her hand reached back, grasping blindly at his side. She needed something to hold onto.

And Steve—he could barely think anymore. His mind was filled with her. The shape of her, the feel of her, the scent of her hair, the way her body arched slightly with each breath.

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing her neck, and exhaled slowly against her skin. She shivered.

Still, his hands moved—cupping, squeezing, stroking in slow, circular motions, coaxing more reactions from her with nothing but patience and the heat of his touch.

Her breasts filled his palms like soft fruit, warm and heavy, nipples stiffening under his care. His huge length pressed harder into her, and he could feel her pressing back, just barely—but enough...she truly wanted him.

And she was loving it.

She didn't say it. She didn't have to. He could feel it in the soft, aching sound that escaped her lips like a secret she never meant to share.

And still, his hands didn't stop.

He kept squeezing—slow, then firmer—one hand wrapped around her plush breast, the other pressed against her waist as he thrusted his hips forward with quiet hunger, burying his massive length print in his ass.

His hardened length rubbed up against her backside through the thin barrier of cloth, and every shift of his body sent a spark shooting down his spine. His thoughts blurred with sensation.

'Damn...' he groaned inwardly.

' I don't even know which feels better—the warmth of her ass grinding into me, or the way her breast fills my hand like it was made for me.'

He gave her breast another squeeze, his fingers instinctively finding her nipple. He teased it gently between two fingers, circling and rolling it, coaxing it into a firm peak as his palm cradled the soft, heated swell of her chest. The contrast was overwhelming—firmness beneath velvet, heat beneath silk.

Her skin felt impossibly soft, impossibly warm, and the way her body seemed to respond, trembling and arching ever so slightly, only deepened his arousal.

Tonya, caught between his body and his breath, could hardly think. Her heart thudded in her chest, every beat echoing with desire she hadn't known she was capable of.

' Oh my god.' she thought, dazed,

'... this feels so good...'

She began to move, slowly at first—her hips giving a tentative, upward stroke to his length, then easing down again, her thick, soft ass brushing against the solid print of his arousal.

She did it again. And again. Her movements were smooth and rhythmic, almost instinctive, as if her body knew exactly what to do without being told.

She could feel him.

'Is that really...?' Her mind reeled.

' That can't be... is that his cock?'

Her eyes fluttered half-shut as her breath caught.

' Why the hell is it so big? Her thoughts spiraled into sensation. I've never even been with a man before... I've heard about sex, sure—but this? This heat pressing against me? This thickness? This pressure?'

She rocked her hips again, slow and deliberate, rubbing herself against him, feeling how every contour of her backside shaped itself around the firm cock straining against her, begging to bury itself in her warmth.

Her ass swayed, caressing him, teasing him, and all the while she moaned silently in her mind.

'I want to feel it. I want to see it. I want...'

Steve's hands never stopped moving. One stayed on her breast, continuing to gently squeeze, softly pressing as his fingers kept teasing her nipple with increasing urgency.

The other hand followed the curve of her waist, trailing downward, cupping the underside of her ass once again.

He groaned softly into her neck. She was fire—living, breathing fire—and he wanted to drown in her heat.

Her ass... it was incredible. Full and soft, yet tight beneath his palm, so perfectly formed that he felt drunk on the shape of it.

As she rocked her body, he matched her rhythm with his hips, slowly grinding his length against her in return. The friction between them grew hotter, deeper—pleasure swelling with every motion.

Tonya couldn't take it anymore. The heat between her thighs pulsed, unbearable, aching. She spread her legs just slightly, moving in a slow, delicious roll that sent a thrill through her entire body. Her thighs were burning, her skin flush with need. Every part of her wanted to be touched, to be taken.

Her hand reached back, blindly finding the side of Steve's head, pulling it gently closer as if urging him not to stop—not ever.

Steve felt her body trembling, her hips rocking with more certainty now. He could barely breathe, barely think.

Her breasts were so large, so heavy in his hand that he almost lost control. They spilled between his fingers as he kneaded them, now with more pace, more hunger.

His grip grew firmer, and with each squeeze, he felt her nipples stiffen more, her body pressing closer.

She was melting under him—and he was burning above her.

And then... his hand slid lower.

Back to her ass.

He cupped it again—once, then again, matching her rhythm—and felt something strange beneath his palm.

The fabric.

It was slipping.

The dress.

He kept squeezing, and with each motion, the fabric gave more and more. Lighter. Looser.

And then—thud.

The sound of the gown falling to the floor broke through the haze like a bell. It slid from her hips like water, pooling at her ankles, exposing her completely.

She stood there, still pressed to him, now bare. Gloriously bare.

Her skin was golden in the soft light, her curves on full display. Her ass, now naked, looked even more irresistible—round, firm, full of promise. Steve stared, breathless, drinking her in with hungry eyes.

She didn't move.

She didn't speak.

She didn't need to.

Because now, with the dress gone, there was no barrier left between them.

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