Breaking Boundaries | Sequel to Day Ones

11

Trigger Warning: This chapter does involve Some smut

AND

Amahle having a anxiety/panic attack.

*Anxiety attacks are NO JOKE, so PLEASE read at your own risk.*

(Also... the bold italicized sentences are from the first book. )

Other than that, Please enjoy.

and thanks for reading.

~Charmed 🤎

OMNISCIENT|

Smut Warning

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Amahle's soft moans filled the air, each sound a testament to the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her back arched against the mattress, her fingers tangled in the sheets as the pressure in her lower stomach built with every stroke of Jey's tongue.

Jey was relentless, his focus entirely on her, as if nothing else existed in the world. He had been at it since late last night, determined to make her feel every ounce of the passion he had for her. His head was nestled between her thick thighs, his hands gripping her hips firmly, holding her in place as he drove her closer to the edge.

Amahle's breath hitched, her voice trembling as she gasped out his name. The intensity was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to pull her under. Jey's touch was both gentle and commanding, each movement deliberate, calculated to push her further and further until she was on the brink of ecstasy.

"B-bae...P-please," she whimpered lowly, trying to keep it down. Since his mom was in the house. Her body trembling with the force of her impending release. She was begging now, pleading for the release she so desperately craved.

Jey paused for just a moment, lifting his head to look at her with a smirk that held a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "Not yet, ma," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "You teased me all night... now it's my turn."

Before she could protest, he was back between her legs, his tongue and lips working her over with renewed intensity. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Amahle's body responded with a shuddering moan, her hands flying to his head, gripping his curly hair as she rode the waves of pleasure he was creating.

Time seemed to blur, each moment stretching into the next as Jey continued his unrelenting assault on her senses. Amahle was lost to the pleasure, her thoughts scattered, her mind blank except for the sensations coursing through her body. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—her moans, his groans of satisfaction, the wet, sinful sounds of his mouth on her.

Finally, when she thought she could take no more, the pressure inside her reached its peak, and she lowly cried out, her body convulsing as she was consumed by a powerful orgasm. Her hazel eyes rolled to the back of her head as Jey held her through it, his touch grounding her even as she felt like she was floating away.

As the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed through her, Amahle's body went limp, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Jey slowly moved up her body, his lips trailing soft kisses along her smooth brown skin, bringing her back to reality.