𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑋𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝑉𝐼𝐼𝐼

Her clothes scattered across the room, leaving her bare before me, and I couldn't help but notice how much had changed since our last intense encounter. Her body was more defined, her muscles toned in a way that made her even more mesmerizing. My eyes traced the curve of her back, landing on something new, a beautiful, intricate tribal tattoo at the small of her back, just below the delicate indent that ran down her spine.

The ink was a striking addition, and a silver ring hung from her nipple adding to the allure of her already captivating body. I reached out, gently running my fingers over the design of her tattoo, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath. She shivered at my touch, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced back at me with that same seductive gaze that had me entranced from the moment I first saw her. Everything about her was different, more powerful, more magnetic, and yet somehow, it still felt so familiar, like we were picking up right where we'd left off.

"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with desire.

I nodded, speechless, my hands continuing to explore her body as if discovering it for the first time all over again. Everything about this moment felt new yet intoxicatingly familiar.

As my hands roamed over her soft skin, she gently lifted  her chin, guiding her lips to mine. Each kiss was deeper, more urgent than the last, and I followed her lead as she directed me toward the pristine white couch. The moment felt charged with an electric intensity. I sank my knees into the plush cushion, facing the back of the couch where she positioned me with her breast against my back.

Her hands trailed up my body from behind, their warmth igniting every nerve, up my stomach and breasts. The room felt smaller, our world shrinking to just the two of us, the ocean breeze from the balcony barely a whisper in the background. With each touch, I was lost in her again completely and utterly consumed.

She had me in the palm of her hands, her hand was covered in me. My body was utterly weak to her touch, every brush of her fingertips sending waves of heat through me. It was as if she had a spell cast over me, one I couldn't resist even if I wanted to. Her finger tips moved with an almost electric precision, knowing exactly where to touch, exactly how to draw out the deepest parts of me. No one else could do that, only her. It was like she knew secrets about me that I didn't know.

She had this unspoken control over me, a power that felt both thrilling and terrifying in its intensity. Each touch pulled me deeper into her orbit, and I surrendered completely, not because I had to, but because with her, it felt inevitable. Like she was the only one who could unlock this side of me.

My mouth let out sounds that echoed through the house, each one like a melody, rising and falling with every movement of hers. It was as if my body was singing for her, a song only she could orchestrate. The rhythm of our connection turned those sounds into music, filling the air with something raw, intimate, and utterly undeniable.

Leaning back into Janet feels like melting into pure warmth. Her body presses gently against mine, firm yet soft, as if she's enveloping me in her very essence. Her arm wrapped securely around my chest, holding me close with a possessive tenderness, grounding me while her breath brushes my right ear, while her other hand fucked me. The sensation of her exhale sends shivers down my spine, but instead of unease, I feel a deep calm settle over me.

"Janet, don't stop" my breathless whisper escaped my mouth. Her fingers controlled me, pushing and pulling on every nerve sending my body through a ride of ecstasy.

Her face hovered just above my shoulder, her breath warm against my skin. As I laid my head back into the crook of her shoulder, Janet's gaze was fixed on me, tender yet intense. I had to grab something, feeling my explosion erupt, she knew just what to do, I could see her smiling in the corner of my eye. My eyes fluttered and I squeezed her hand feeling a sea of electricity.