His name was Nathaniel

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Adaliya and Nathaniel found themselves in her childhood bedroom, the air thick with the weight of the evening's events. They had changed into their pajamas, Nathaniel in a simple white tee and boxers, Adaliya in a soft, pink nightgown that accentuated her curves. The room was lit only by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls.

They slipped under the covers, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Nathaniel wrapped his arms around Adaliya, pulling her close. She rested her head on his chest, her breath warm against his skin. They lay in silence for a moment, the tension from dinner still lingering in the air.

"I'm sorry about tonight," Nathaniel whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Adaliya looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. "Me too," she said, her voice soft. "But we'll face it together, okay?"

Nathaniel nodded, his thumb tracing circles on her back. "Together," he echoed.

Their lips met in a clumsy, fumbling kiss. Nathaniel's hands trembled as he reached up to cup her face, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. Adaliya's breath hitched as she kissed him back, her hands gripping his shoulders. The kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.

Nathaniel's hands moved from her face to her shoulders, tracing the line of her collarbone before slowly sliding down to her waist. He could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of his own. Adaliya's hands slid down his chest, her fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

"We should be quiet," she whispered, her lips brushing against his. "My parents are next door."

Nathaniel nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He sat up, straddling her hips, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her nightgown. Adaliya lifted her hips, helping him to slip it off, leaving her in a simple white bra and panties.

Nathaniel's eyes widened as he took her in, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her. He started at her shoulders, his hands sliding down her arms before cupping her breasts. He could feel her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her bra, his thumbs brushing against them.

Adaliya let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the pillow. Nathaniel took this as an invitation, his hands moving to her back to unclasp her bra. He slipped it off, his eyes feasting on her bare breasts. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one nipple, his tongue swirling around it.

Adaliya arched her back, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Nathaniel," she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair.

He moved to the other breast, his hands now exploring her sides, her waist, her hips. He hooked his fingers into her panties, slowly pulling them down. Adaliya lifted her hips, helping him to slide them off.

Nathaniel looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and nervousness. He had never seen a woman like this before, never touched one like this. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against her pussy. She was wet, her folds glistening in the moonlight.

He slipped a finger inside her, his eyes locked onto hers. She was tight, her muscles clenching around his finger. He moved his finger in and out, his thumb brushing against her clit. Adaliya's breath came in short gasps, her hips moving in time with his hand.

"More," she whispered, her voice filled with need.

Nathaniel added a second finger, his thumb now circling her clit. He could feel her getting wetter, her muscles relaxing. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.

Adaliya's hands moved to his shirt, pulling it off. Nathaniel helped her, his boxers following suit. He was hard, his cock standing at attention. Adaliya reached out, her hand wrapping around him. He moaned, his hips bucking against her touch.