Frustration and Desire

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Amara hovers over me, her movements a blend of seduction
and control.

Her body presses teasingly against mine, and she can feel my arousal against her waist.

She shifts slightly, her touch
eating a tantalizing friction that drives me to the edge.

Moaning, my voice strained. "'Amara, please... stop teasing. I can't take it anymore."

Amara's lips curl into a wicked smirk, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

She leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear as she continues to press her body against my arousal.

Whispering, her voice sultry. "Oh, but you look so good like this. I'm just enjoying every moment of your response."

Whispering, her voice sultry. "Oh, but you look so good like this. I'm just enjoying every moment of your response."

She lets her fingers trail lightly over my arousal, the touch deliberate and slow.

Her movements are controlled and teasing, and each caress is meant to heighten my desperation.

Her touch is both gentle and electrifying, amplifying every sensation for me.

Begging, almost incoherent. "Please, Amara... I need you. I can't take this anymore."

Smirking, her voice a low purr. "l love hearing you beg. It makes everything more exciting."

She continues to tease me, her fingers brushing over me with just the right amount of pressure.

Her body shifts against mine, maintaining a constant, tantalizing contact that keeps me on edge.

Panting, desperation in my voice. "Stop teasing me. I need
more "

Moaning softly, her eyes locked on mine. "I can't resist making you wait. The anticipation is just too delicious."

She shifts her touch slightly, pressing just a bit harder, but never quite giving me the full relief that I am begging for.

Her smirk widens as she watches my reactions, enjoying the power she holds over me.

My voice is a mix of frustration and desire. "I can't hold on much longer. Please, Amara..."

Gently teasing with a soft moan. "Alright, you've convinced me. I'll give you what you want. But only because I love seeing you so desperate."

Gently pinning me with one hand, her other hand trailing down my side. "Good. I want you to feel every second of this.

My speed, my touch-it's all part of the game."

Her fingers finally press down with a firmer touch, but only for a moment before she's off again, her body a blur as she moves with a speed that leaves me breathless and yearning.

I spoke, "I can't take much more of this."

Settling her body fully over mine, her lips finally meeting mine with a fiery kiss

"Then you'll have to make a choice. Do you want me to continue the tease, or are you ready for me to give you everything?"

As she shifts, her waist brushes against my arousal, which has become noticeably prominent.

She pauses, feeling the firm bulge pressing against her, a mischievous smile curling on her lips.

Her voice is low and sultry. "I can feel how much you want me. Is it driving you crazy?"

Gasping, my voice strained. "Yes. Every touch, every movement... it's almost unbearable."

Amara moves with vampiric speed, her body gliding over mine with an almost imperceptible grace.

She lets her waist press slightly against my arousal, the contact sending a jolt of sensation through both of us.

Whispering, her breath hot against my ear, "l can feel every pulse of your desire. It's intoxicating."

She shifts her hips just enough to create a tantalizing friction, her waist teasingly rubbing against me, the pressure building but never quite fulfilling.

Her eyes lock onto mine, her expression a mix of dominance and playful satisfaction.

"Please, Amara... I need you."

With a teasing smirk, "i know. And I'm enjoying every second of this. My touch, my body -it's all meant to keep you wanting more "

Her fingers lightly trail down my chest, her movements swift and teasing, amplifying my pleasure with each brush of her skin.

She presses her waist against mine again, letting the sensation build before she pulls away, her expression one of controlled delight.

Panting"l can't take much more."

Leaning closer, her lips brushed my ear. "Then you'll have to beg. I want to hear just how much you want this."

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