Hooking up with my cousin's wife: a night of boundless lust. There had always been tension between us. Lingering glances, discreet smiles, accidental touches that left a desire in the air neither of us dared admit. But everything changed that night. The family party was lively, and she looked beautiful, in a tight dress that accentuated her curves provocatively. When our eyes met, I felt heat rise through my body. It was then that she leaned in close, biting her lip and blurting out, almost as if she didn't want anything else. Desire consumed me instantly. Soon, we were alone in a corner of the house, breathing heavily and our hands exploring each other's bodies, as if this were our only chance. It wasn't long before our clothes started falling off. Her skin was warm, soft, and the way her lips roamed my neck made me lose control. I sucked her breasts eagerly, feeling her low moans and the way she arched, begging for more. "Like this... keep going..." she whispered, digging her nails into my back. Our bodies fit perfectly, the friction intense, delicious. I pulled her closer, and soon we were pressed together, legs intertwined, our movements synchronized, increasing the pressure until everything around us disappeared. The excitement was so intense that each of us would tease each other, drop hints, but it all remained just teasing. Until one night, after a few too many drinks and lots of laughter, the banter turned serious. The atmosphere between us was different; our glances lingered longer, our touches bolder. "What if we put on the Velcro?" she blurted, laughing, but with that mischievous look that sent shivers down my spine. I didn't think twice, pulling her by the waist, and our lips met in a hot kiss, full of pent-up desire. Her hand slid down my back, and mine slid down her thighs. The heat that had always been in the air was now there, burning in my skin. Wasting no time, we went to the bedroom. As soon as we closed the door, we were already tearing each other's clothes off, shamelessly, without fuss. Her mouth found my neck, slowly moving down to my breasts, sucking and biting as I moaned, completely surrendered. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and the sensation was indescribable. I laid her on the bed, kissed every inch of her, and when my mouth reached where she wanted most, I felt how wet she was, ready for me. My tongue explored every detail, and her moans only made me want more. "That's it... like that..." she whispered, pulling my hair hard. The friction between us was intense, our legs intertwined, our bodies fitting together in perfect rhythm, building the tension until we could hold back no longer. The room filled with our moans, the sound of our skin meeting, the pleasure consuming us completely. After several orgasms, we were sweaty, exhausted, but still with that fire in our eyes. She smiled sideways, biting her lip, and whispered in my ear: "Who would have thought we would like it so much?" he said, biting his lip.