𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑋𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝐿𝐼𝐼𝐼

Janet's lips tasted like comfort, each kiss enveloping me in warmth. Every time our lips met, it felt like everything was just as it should be, as though nothing else in the world mattered but the two of us in that moment. Her kisses were soothing, like a gentle reassurance, each one soft and tender. They were smooth, pink, and always made me feel safe, like I was exactly where I needed to be.

The world outside the room seemed to fade away with every kiss. The way she held me, so close and tender, allowed me to forget all the uncertainties. I could feel her love with every touch, every soft press of her lips against mine. It was like she was telling me, without words, that everything was going to be okay.

I let myself melt into her, knowing that with her, I was home. The taste of her lips was a reminder of everything I cherished, her strength, her love, and the undeniable connection we shared. It was as if I never wanted this moment to end, never wanted to pull away from the safety she gave me with every kiss.

I held her close, my arms wrapping under hers, pulling her deeper into the embrace. My hands slid up her back, underneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. Every inch of contact felt electric, sending waves of comfort and desire through me.

As I traced the curves of her back with my fingertips, I could feel her breath steady against me, as though we were both letting go of the weight of everything else in the world. Her presence, the feel of her body against mine, it all felt so right, so safe, so natural.

The more I held her, the more I wanted to stay lost in this moment. She was everything I needed, her warmth enveloping me, making me forget about everything but her. The quiet intimacy of the moment spoke louder than words ever could.

As my fingers grazed her back, I felt the heat of her skin against mine, and I could sense her body reacting to the touch. The soft shiver that ran up her spine made her moan softly into my mouth, the sound sending a wave of warmth through me.

I deepened the kiss, letting the moment consume us, the connection between us growing stronger with each soft breath and tender touch. The way she responded to my touch made me feel like I was the only one who could give her this kind of comfort and closeness. Everything around us faded away, leaving just the two of us, wrapped in each other's arms.

As my hands continued to glide over her skin, I could feel the subtle dimples in her lower back, just above her hips. The gentle contours of her body, the soft curve of her spine, everything about her made me feel more connected to her in that moment. I traced the dimples lightly with my fingers, savoring the warmth of her skin and the way she responded to every touch. It felt intimate, like I was discovering all the little details that made her, her. The more I explored, the more I wanted to stay there, close to her, feeling every inch of the love we shared.

Our lips intertwined faster, with more passion, as the intensity between us built. Every kiss deepened the connection, every touch ignited a fire within me. I could feel her body pressing against mine, and the urgency in her movements matched the pounding of my heart. Her hands traced my skin, pulling me closer, and I did the same, wanting to feel all of her, to lose myself in this moment where nothing else mattered but us. It was raw, it was real, and it was everything I had ever longed for.

She slid her hand down, her finger tips, brushing my abdomen, every brush stimulating me. Just a simple flick of her finger, set my body on flame. She used two fingers to start, Janet slid them inside of me, my moans escaped my mouth like a slow melody. Her fingers worked me in a, "come here" motion.

"You like that," she whispered her words so natural and seductive. Every word she spoke so suave without even knowing the effect she had on me, so much power without even knowing.