Forbidden Embrace

The old spark from past Devoured me ;)

As the music drowned out their hoarse moans, they became lost in the heat of the moment.

Daphne’s mind swirled with confusion and pleasure, sensations she had never felt before—this was her first time, and it was nothing like the wild fantasies she had conjured in her mind.

Rybak, however, knew exactly how to blur the line between reality and fantasy, offering her a taste of both. Rafael, who had never gone this far even with his own girlfriend, found the entire situation strangely thrilling, captivated by how easily they all surrendered to the moment.

Hmm they set them free to their wild smut fantasies. As they finish the first round, they get to the second after a relaxing bath and music.

The speaker hummed low in the background, its sultry rhythm thrumming through the room, setting the stage for what was to come.

Daphne’s pulse quickened as the heat of the moment built, her body still glistening from their previous round. She felt a mixture of vulnerability and desire as Rafael scooped her up, carrying her toward the bathtub. Rybak’s eyes followed their every movement, lingering on the sheen of sweat that coated their skin, an unspoken tension filling the space.

Rafael gently set her down, his gaze shifting between curiosity and restraint. The steam from the hot water filled the glass walls of the bathroom, wrapping them in a misty veil.

HmmDaphne, feeling the weight of Rafael’s hesitation, took control.  He tried to focus on finding the body wash, his hands fumbling as if it would help distract him from the temptation standing so near.

She leaned in, and cried out soft whispers against his ear about her wild fantasies about him, it sent a shiver down his spine. 

Rafael turned on the hot water, watching as steam quickly filled the glass-encased bathroom, creating a haze that obscured the sharp edges of reality.

He could hardly focus, his desire for her palpable and his hesitation driven by the fear of crossing boundaries.

Daphne, enveloped in the warm steam, turned off the shower with a fluid motion.

She stepped out of the spray, her skin radiant and moist, and approached Rafael with a deliberate, seductive grace. As she walked, her breasts swayed subtly, each movement accentuating her form.

Rafael’s breath hitched, his hands frozen in place. Her scent, mixed with the heat of the steam, was intoxicating.

Her lips close to her neck , her breath warm against his ear as she whispered provocatively, “What are you searching for when I’m right here with you?”

Rafael’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “I—I couldn’t find the body wash. Don’t—don’t mind me.”

Daphne’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Ohh, I surely mind you being naked in front of me. Let me help you! her voice teasingly low, "Don't you think it's unfair for you?”"What if I let you feel a little more?”

Wait—what are you—” Rafael stammered, but his words were swallowed by the heat of the moment.

With a playful, yet deliberate motion, she stood on the edge of the bathtub, reaching for the body wash on the top shelf. 

As she did, her bosoms brushed against Rafael’s face, eliciting a soft, involuntary whimper from him. Rafael’s concentration faltered; The contact was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

He couldn't help but be drawn to her, the softness and warmth causing him to gasp softly.

Rafael’s face flushed, caught off guard by his actions. He couldn’t bring himself to respond, his mind clouded with the desire he tried so hard to suppress.

As She stayed up on the edge of the bathtub,her voice dripping with sensuality, “Do you mind,” she purred, her voice sultry and low, “if I grind against your face?”

Rafael’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat with surprise and desire. “Wh—what?”

“Ahh, you can’t leave me like this,” Daphne's smile widened, her voice left as  a seductive whisper. “ Come baby, Lick my skin, just below my neck.” “Please Lick my skin, Rafael,” she murmured, her voice like silk. “Taste me.”

Compelled by her request , Rafael’s tongue traced the contours of her damp skin, moving slowly and deliberately. The soft moans from her lips mingled with the sound of the water, creating a rhythm that echoed in the intimate space.

His actions grew more fervent, his mouth exploring her neck and shoulders, savouring the softness and warmth. Daphne’s breath quickened, her body responding to the pleasure Rafael was giving her, each touch a new wave of sensation .

Daphne slowly pulled him closer and  touched his  chest  gently, her  breath hitched as she threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back just enough to take control.

His mouth roamed her neck and shoulders, his tongue slowly tracing the line of her neck, savouring the delicate  warmth of her with increasing intensity.

Daphne’s breaths grew uneven, her body responding eagerly to Rafael’s touch. Each stroke of his tongue, each soft kiss, seemed to heighten her pleasure.

As the steam continued to swirl around them, the boundaries between them blurred.

Their connection was raw and unrestrained, the room filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and the muffled echoes of their moans. The heat from the shower mingled with the warmth of their bodies, creating an atmosphere charged with longing and urgency.

In this intimate, fog-drenched space, every touch and whisper was magnified, leaving them both lost in the heady rush of their desires.

Daphne, her breath quickening, slid her fingers around his neck, the pressure firm yet teasing as she tugged him backward, pressing him against the cool glass wall of the shower.

The contrast of heat and cold heightened their senses, intensifying the moment. Without wasting a second, her hand found its way to his already swollen cock, her touch light at first, then more deliberate as she felt him throb beneath her fingers.

Rafael’s eyes locked onto hers, a silent request for permission, but Daphne’s gaze, dark with lust, was all the invitation he needed.

He took her left breast into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp, her body arching into him. His tongue circled her nipple, teasing and taunting, before he sucked it into his mouth with a roughness that made her moan softly against his neck as she touched herself down.

He could feel her tremble as he took more of her into his mouth, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he lost himself in her.

Each moan that escaped her lips only fueled his desire, pushing him to devour her even more eagerly. Her skin was slick with water, and he lapped at it, tasting the salt of her sweat and the warmth of her arousal.

When she whispered for him to slow down, her voice ragged with pleasure, he did the opposite, deliberately pushing her further, his mouth working over her breasts with a relentless intensity. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin.

“I’m so sorry,” he teased, knowing full well that he wasn’t.

Daphne’s eyes burned with desire, her body alive with sensation, but she wasn’t about to let him have all the control.

Her fingers tightened around his neck, pulling him closer as she began to plan her revenge for how he had made her feel, the anticipation of what was to come burning between them.