She hovers over me, her lips gently meeting mine. Our kiss ignites a spark, and I can't help but return the affection with equal fervor. As she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her radiant beauty, my heart skips a beat. Our connection deepens with each touch, as I place my hand on her soft, tender skin, feeling the electricity that courses between us.
Van places her hand on my waist, her touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can sense the passion building within us.
As she moves down to my neck, her breath caresses my skin, igniting a delightful shiver down my spine. I find myself softly whimpering at the exquisite sensation of her tender kisses, occasionally accompanied by gentle suction, leaving sweet, lingering marks on my neck.
With a longing desire, I sit up slightly, and she gracefully removes my shirt, her eyes locked with mine, and I give her an approving nod. As she gazes at my bra, her touch feels like an intimate dance, sending waves of anticipation through me. Her arms wrap around me, expertly undoing my bra, allowing it to fall away with a soft sigh.
The moment she presses our bodies together, I feel a rush of warmth and desire enveloping me. Her hands tenderly explore my breasts, and her lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, causing me to moan softly, only fueling her passion further. With each passing moment, her touch becomes more intense, and the raw intensity of our connection deepens, unveiling the unspoken desire that has been building between us.
As her soft lips press tenderly against my skin, she moves with a deliberate slowness, savoring every moment. Pausing at my skirt, she gazes up at me, seeking permission. "May I?" she asks, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and respect. "Please," I respond, my voice barely above a whisper, giving her the consent she seeks.
Her hand glides gently up my skirt, sending shivers of anticipation through me. With a teasing touch, she caresses my clit through the fabric of my underwear, evoking a soft whimper from my lips. My body reacts to her touch, betraying my arousal and longing for more.
Taking her time, she slowly moves my underwear to the side, her fingers exploring the intimate space between my thighs. Each touch feels like a delicate dance, building the tension and anticipation with every stroke. Her lips trail down to my inner thighs, leaving a trail of feathery kisses that only heightens the ache within me.
When her tongue finally meets my clit, a jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I moan into my hand which had shot up to my mouth, attempting to contain the ecstasy she evokes. Her skillful movements bring waves of delight, and I find myself losing control, surrendering to the sensations that engulf my body.
As the pleasure intensifies, I'm unable to contain myself. "Faster," I squeal, my voice laced with a mix of desperation and desire. She responds to my plea, picking up the pace, sending me spiraling into a whirlwind of pleasure that consumes my senses entirely.
The room becomes an intimate sanctuary, the only sounds that of our heavy breathing and the soft moans escaping my lips.
The bedroom door swings open, Natalie stands there, mouth agape, realizing what she just walked into. Van jumps away from me, and I hastily fix my skirt, feeling the embarrassment creeping up.
Nat stands in shock, unable to find words, but she finally manages to stammer, "I-i'll come back later," before bolting out of the room.
Van laughs at the situation, though I'm still taken aback by the unexpected interruption. "Oh my god," I mutter, still trying to process everything. Van's infectious laughter fills the room, and I find myself laughing alongside her.
She leans forward, capturing my lips in a tender kiss before pulling away slightly. "I should go talk to her," she says, concern evident in her voice. I nod.
As she begins to leave the room, I catch a glimpse of her bare chest, covered only by a bra. Trying to keep things light, I point out, "Shirt."
She squints and looks down at her chest for a couple seconds before noticing what im talking about.
Once she realised she hurriedly retrieves her shirt from the bed and puts it on, and I can't help but watch her.
With a smirk, she calls me out, "Like what you see, you perv?" I respond with a grin, "You know it."
