Adele in Love "The woman in the crowd"

37|| garden

Adele noticed that Isy had drifted off again, her breathing slow and peaceful. They were lying together on the old, cushioned couch they'd pulled out into the garden earlier, surrounded by the soft rustling of leaves and the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Adele smiled to herself, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Isy's chest against her side. The moment felt almost too perfect to disturb, but eventually, her own eyes began to close, and she drifted into a light sleep.
After about half an hour, Adele began to wake up when she felt the familiar touch of Isy's hand sliding under her T-shirt. The touch was tender but insistent, fingers tracing the curve of her waist. Adele shifted slightly, the sensation pulling her out of sleep, and she let out a soft, contented sigh.
"Mmm... the garden isn't the best place for this..." Adele murmured, her voice still drowsy, her eyes fluttering open just slightly.
Isy's voice, husky with desire, was a warm whisper in Adele's ear. "I want to have a date with you tonight," she murmured, her lips brushing against Adele's ear as she spoke, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.
Adele's smile widened as she fully opened her eyes, meeting Isy's gaze, which was filled with unmistakable hunger. "What's going through your mind?" she asked, her tone teasing yet tinged with curiosity.

Isy didn't hesitate. She leaned in even closer, her breath warm against Adele's neck as her fingers continued to explore, tracing along Adele's side with a deliberate slowness that made Adele's heart skip a beat. "I was thinking," Isy began, her voice low and dripping with desire, "that tonight we should get all dressed up-something really sexy, so I can spend the evening fantasizing about ripping that outfit off you the second we get back." Her hand moved lower, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just above Adele's hip, making her breath catch.
Adele's heart raced, the intensity of Isy's touch sending waves of warmth through her body. She could already feel the heat pooling between her thighs, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, involuntary moan. "You're really not making it easy to think straight," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt her body responding more and more to Isy's touch.

Isy smirked, her fingers lightly trailing up and down Adele's side, pressing just enough to make her squirm. "I don't want you to think straight," she whispered, her tone both playful and commanding. "I want you to think about what l'm going to do to you tonight... and how much I want you right now." Her hand slipped slightly under Adele's waistband, teasing but not quite going further, and it made Adele's breath hitch in anticipation.
Adele's mind was spinning, each stroke of Isy's hand against her skin making her desire grow stronger. She could feel herself getting wetter, the sensation making her cheeks flush with both embarrassment and excitement. "Isy," she breathed, her voice laced with need, "you're driving me crazy..."
Isy grinned, clearly enjoying the effect she was having. "Good," she replied, her lips grazing the edge of Adele's jaw as she spoke. "Because I've been wanting you all day. I've been thinking about how much I want to kiss every inch of your body... how much I want to hear you moan my name." Her hand slid further down, fingers brushing against the fabric of Adele's underwear, teasing the sensitive skin just above it.
Adele's breath quickened, her body aching for more. She could barely focus on anything else but the intense desire building inside her. "What do you want to do now?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly with anticipation, knowing that she was already wet from the sheer intensity of the moment.

Isy's eyes darkened with want as she leaned in to kiss Adele's neck, her lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "I want to make you beg for it," she whispered, her voice thick with passion. "But not yet... I want to spend the day making you want me as much as I want you." Her fingers danced along the edge of Adele's underwear, not quite going where Adele desperately wanted them to, the teasing almost unbearable.
Adele let out a frustrated, needy sigh, her body trembling with desire. "You're killing me here," she murmured, her voice barely steady.