We dragged our bodies into the room before our clothes flew in different directions, and we ran toward each other. Now, nothing stands between us both the clothes and the emotions that once felt like walls.
She is the dream I always wished for. Now, all I can do is watch her, doing everything carefully, applying the lessons I have learned. I know what she like from all the guidance I have received. As for her, she have allowed herself to be free, not resisting as things unfold. There is no pulling away, no telling me to stop.
She is my dream.
She's my desire.
Our scents embrace, blending into one. The passion I have for her dominates me, filling my chest. I want this to continue infinitely, without pause, but the human body has its limits and must have time. My hands still caress her, not giving her time to think or worry.
As I kissed her lips, I could still taste the metallic bruises she had sustained. The more I thought about it, the more I felt sorry for her. But my desire for her overrode everything else, and in that moment, I didn't want to be anywhere else.
“Just a little longer,” she whispered.
She pushed my head down and led the way. I parted my lips, ready to devour the prey that was prepared to fight and resist, but ultimately be caught. The low moans from her throat drew me deeper into the moment.
The more she moaned, the more she made me feel like I was winning. I felt like I was sharing her bliss, while my own body burned with heat and desire, content to be the giver. She climaxed again and flipped me onto my back, taking control. I blushed, wrapping both arms around her chest, biting my lip in uncertainty.
“It's okay. How can it be happiness if we don’t share it?”
That was her reasoning, and so she taught me like a skilled instructor. I never knew what it was like to have someone else give me that kind of pleasure. Nature had always taught me to rely on myself, but having someone else help me made me realize that two heads really are better than one.
Her fingers...
I let out a high-pitched moan, unlike hers. It was full of surprise and ecstasy. I was satisfied, but I ached for more, unable to stop myself from asking for it. At one point, my body trembled, and I wrapped my legs tightly around her.
“Enough, please. I can’t catch my breath.”
“Okay, the night is still long.”
And she kept her word.
The night went on, and at some point, I must have passed out without even realizing it.
The sound of sparrows outside the window and the sunlight streaming across my face woke me. The brightness made me blink at the ceiling as I gradually came to.
The room was filled with a cloud of smoke, but it carried a minty, fruity aroma. The beautiful woman, now wearing only a T-shirt, sat up in bed, watching me. When she saw that I had woken up, she greeted me with a light kiss on the forehead.
“You slept soundly last night.”
I suddenly felt shy, grabbing the blanket to cover my face, avoiding her gaze. Pretending to be drunk like in the movies and claiming I didn’t remember anything felt too fake. All I could do was blush, a stark contrast to last night when I couldn’t stop myself from asking for more. A soft chuckle followed as her hand gently patted my head affectionately.
“There’s nothing left to be ashamed of. Let me see your face.”
“Not yet, give me a moment to compose myself.”
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🌹OBSESSED 🌹 (Parfume the series)
RomanceIt is unclear whether it is her sweet and pretty face or the fragrance of the perfume that lingers around her that captivates Run, as if she were enchanted by the older sister. Meanwhile, the older sister approaches the younger one with cunning inte...
