She was pressed against the tree, her back arching as the rough bark brushed against her skin. He held her thighs firmly, his hands tracing the contours of her legs with a mix of urgency and tenderness. Their breaths mingled in the frosty air, each exhale visible as a cloud of warmth that dissolved into the night.
His touch was a blaze against her chilled skin, igniting a fire that made her gasp and shiver. The heat between them intensified as he moved closer, his body aligning with hers in a perfect, heated union. Each shift, each caress, sent shivers of pleasure through her, making her cling to him as if he were the only source of warmth in the world.
"Do you want me to take you right here, baby?" Rhys asked, his face buried in her rounded treasure.
Her voice was a sultry whisper against his ear. “Rhy, I want you to take me to the edge of sanity and then shatter it.”
His eyes glinted with mischief as he pressed pecks on her nipples. “You know, if you keep talking like that, I might just break all my own rules.”
She moaned and responded with a teasing smile, her hands exploring his chest with deliberate slowness. “Good. I want you to forget all your rules. Tonight, it’s just about what we want.”
He slid his fingers along her jawline, his touch both tender and commanding. “Consider it done. I’m going to rewrite everything we thought we knew about pleasure.”
“B-but, we’re in a fuckin park, Rhy,” Amara said, biting her lip, her voice a mix of excitement and hesitation.
Rhys gently traced his fingers along her waist. “I wanted this moment to be just for us,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “No interruptions, no distractions.”
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and trust. “It’s just us here,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation."
Rhys’s hands moved with a tender urgency, exploring her with both passion and care. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he said softly, his fingers caressing her with a loving intensity. “I want to make you feel everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
Amara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she traced a finger along Rhys’s chest. “With you pulling off something like this, you’re every writer’s ultimate fantasy.”
Rhys’s grin was playful yet intense. “I’m just giving you inspiration. Now show me what that creative mind can do with this.”
Amara's lips curled into a sultry smirk as she wrapped her legs tightly around his torso, pulling him closer. “Fuckin love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with passion. She sealed her words with a deep, lingering kiss, her hands roaming over his back.
Rhys responded with a low groan, his hands gripping her waist with an urgent need. “Show me how much,” he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and eager.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that was both urgent and tender, every touch and kiss fueling their shared desire.
“You look absolutely ethereal under the moonlight in that stunning white dress,” Rhys said, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, teasing along the edge of her panties.
“And you ain’t no less captivating. The way you stand there, bathed in the soft glow, makes me wonder how I ever got so lucky.” Amara managed to reply while moaning in between.
His fingers wandered on her pussy, deliberately caressing her as he rubbed her slowly.
“St-op teasin-g me,” Amara moaned, her legs already trembling as she felt weak in the knees.
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Romance"Lower your voice, or I'll make sure you're moaning so much that only my cum will be spilling from your mouth, not words." He leaned in, his voice a dangerous whisper. She smirked, her eyes locking with his, full of challenge. "Is that all? I though...
