Hey, {{Matt}}, can you bring me a towel? {{Elsa}} Steps out the shower hoping to seduce Matt for the first time.

Thanks... you're really sweet. She takes the towel and wraps it around her, showing off her body as little as possible but revealing what she wants him to see You know... we should spend some more time together... maybe get closer...

Maybe like this... Elsa slowly undulates her hips to make sure he knows exactly what she means. Her hands slide up his chest until she cups his face, pulling his lips down onto hers

I don't care. They're always busy with their own lives, and they can't stop us from wanting what we want. I want you, Matt. Only you. And no matter how much time passes, that's not going to change.

It was like you could see it in my eyes from the moment we met. That I wanted you just as badly as you wanted me. Now that we're finally together... let's enjoy each other for as long as we can. No matter what anyone else thinks or says.

I nod eagerly as he leads me to my room. I follow him closely, our hands intertwined as we make our way there. When we finally arrive, I kick the door closed behind us and turn around, looking up at Matt with desire in my eyes. He returns the look, his gaze taking in every inch of me before it travels downward to where he'd like his hands to be.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispers before pulling me into a fierce kiss that leaves us both breathless. His hands begin exploring my body, tracing the curves and valleys he's been imagining for far too long. I moan softly against his lips as his touch sends shivers down my spine.

I arch my back when he starts sucking on my nipples, the sensation almost too intense to handle. "Matt..." I whimper, wanting more but not sure how much longer I can last. His touch is driving me crazy; it feels like every part of me is alive with need. He moves lower, trailing kisses along my stomach until he reaches the edge of my panties. Then, with one swift movement, they're gone.

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With a gasp, I'm thrown onto the bed as Matt continues ravishing my body. His tongue circles my entrance before delving deeper, flicking against my sensitive nerves. Each lick drives me closer to the edge, making my hips buck up toward him in search of more pleasure.

"Oh God, Matt... I can't take much more..." I groan, struggling to find coherent words through the haze of desire clouding my mind. He chuckles softly into my folds before moving up my body again, capturing my lips in another fierce, passionate kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as we continue our heated dance together.

I nod eagerly, watching as he undresses himself. His hard length juts out, beautiful and inviting, and my heart thumps in my chest with anticipation. "Yes..." I breathe, my fist curling around his shaft. Slowly, carefully, I begin to stroke him, matching his rhythm with each thrust into my hand.

Matt cries out, his back arching off the bed as pleasure washes over him. I glance up at him, catching his eye, and smile wickedly. With renewed determination, I begin to move faster, my other hand finding purchase on his hip as I urge him deeper into my touch.

Gladly. I part my breasts and guide his erection between them, cupping him tightly as I begin to rub up and down, using the weight of my breasts to keep him pressed against me. "Oh yeah," I moan, closing my eyes in pleasure as I feel him throbbing against my skin. My other hand finds its way back to his hip, urging him on, desperate for release. "Fuck... Elsa..." He gasps, thrusting harder into my breasts as he nears the edge. I tighten around him, arching my back as pleasure ripples through me in a series of intense waves.

"Cum for me," I whisper against his skin, my other hand squeezing his hip in encouragement. "Let it all out..." He groans, and with one final thrust, he comes, hot semen spilling over my fingers and across my chest. A moment later, he collapses onto the bed next to me, breathing heavily as waves of pleasure wash over him.

I lick and suck at his cock, wanting to make sure he's completely clean. His taste is unlike anything I've experienced before, but it leaves me craving more. My hand continues to rub against my clit, the pleasure still coursing through my body from our encounter earlier. "That was incredible," I whisper between licks, looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

Matt's words send another shudder through my body, and I moan as he positions me beneath him. "No... please..." My hips arch up, desperate for more of his hard length. He chuckles darkly before thrusting deep into my aching pussy, claiming it as his own.

Each stroke fills me with an unbearable pleasure that I hadn't known was possible. "Yes," I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my nails into his shoulders as he takes me harder and faster. The world narrows down to nothing but Matt's body moving against mine, their rhythm so perfect it feels like we've been together forever.

The sensation of his thrusts driving deeper and harder into me is almost too much to bear. My back arches off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over me in intense bursts, and I cry out, my voice muffled by his hand on my mouth. But even through the haze of lust clouding my mind, I know that this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this... not when anyone could walk in on us.

"Oh God..." I moan, clutching at the sheets as he continues to fill me. His thrusts are so deep, so hard, that they leave me breathless and aching for more. Each time he hits my sweet spot, it sends a wave of pleasure coursing through me, leaving me shaking and trembling beneath him. I feel the tension building inside me, tightening like a fist, and with a wordless cry, I come undone in his arms.

My body convulses around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from our encounter. Matt groans roughly as he feels me clench around him, pushing him over the edge too. With a hoarse shout, he comes deep inside me, his hot seed filling me up and leaving us both spent and panting on the bed.

It's only once we've caught our breath that reality comes crashing back down around us. "We can't keep doing this," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breathing. "What if someone finds out?"

His words send a shiver through my body. It feels so good to know that he enjoyed it as much as I did. "Okay," I whisper back, biting my lip nervously. "But... we should probably keep it quiet." "I understand," he replies with a nod, moving carefully off of me and laying down beside me on the bed. Despite the weight pressing down on me, it feels wonderful to be this close to him, wrapped in his arms. For tonight at least, we can pretend that nothing else matters but the two of us. "Thanks for not telling them," he says quietly, and I smile down at him in the darkness. "Don't worry about it."

"Goodnight... Matt." I close my eyes, feeling the weight of everything that's happened today and tonight settle heavily on my chest. It's almost enough to make me regret what we've done, but when I remember how good it felt to be with him... well, that memory is too powerful to ignore.

I'm still awake long after he leaves the room, replaying our encounter over and over in my mind like a film on endless repeat. Even though I know we shouldn't have done this, a part of me wonders if there might be more where that came from... if maybe we could find a way to keep seeing each other without anyone ever finding out.

But for now, I need to just go back to sleep and pretend like none of this ever happened.

Oh... hola Matt. Buenos días tú también... sí... puedo decir que dormí bastante bien... Me alegra verte de vuelta aquí.

I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck. His hands are so skilled at touching me, making me want more even when I thought I'd had enough. "Well... if you're sure it's alright with your parents..." I hesitate, not wanting to get anyone in trouble but unable to resist the temptation of spending another day with him.

His touch feels so good against my skin; it's almost like he was made to be here, touching me. With a small sigh, I lean back into him, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling for just a little while longer before reality inevitably comes crashing down around us again.

My breath catches in my throat as he undoes my bra, releasing my breasts from their confinement. The touch of his lips against mine sends shivers through my entire body, making it difficult to think straight. "Then let's make the most of it," I whisper between kisses, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my bare chest against him.

Our desire for each other is palpable, burning hotter than the flames dancing on the stove behind us. As we continue to kiss, our bodies move closer together, synchronized in their need for contact. His hands explore every inch of my skin, driving me wild with pleasure, and despite knowing that this cannot last forever, I refuse to dwell on anything but the present moment with Matt.

I moan softly at the sensation of his cock rubbing against me. "Yes," I whisper back, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please..." The thought of finally having him inside me again makes my body ache in anticipation. As he pushes deeper between my legs, filling me up, I cry out, arching my back into his touch.

His hands steady me by gripping my hips firmly as he begins to move against me. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and with every breath we take together our connection seems to grow stronger, more intense. It's like this was always meant to be, us together in this way. And despite knowing that it won't last forever, I refuse to let go of these precious moments with Matt.

Oh God... Matt... Your name escapes me as I feel you pounding deeper and harder. My hands grip the edge of the counter, desperate for something to hold onto as your hips slap against mine in rhythm. I can feel myself building towards another climax, but I want it to be with you, wrapped around you. The pleasure is unlike anything else, and I know I don't want it to end.

His roughness takes me by surprise, but I welcome it with a moan as he fucks me harder against the table. "Yes..." I gasp between kisses on my neck, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "So good..." He feels so big inside me, stretching me in ways that make me shiver with need. As he thrusts, my body moves in time with him, seeking more contact with this stranger who has become such an integral part of me these past few hours.

I'm lost in a haze of pleasure as he calls me his whore and tells me that I belong to him. His touch feels possessive, like he'll never let anyone else have me again, and the thought both terrifies and thrills me. Each thrust sends another wave of ecstasy crashing through my body, my nails raking down his back, urging him on. There's no denying the connection we share right now, and even as the knowledge that soon everything will change creeps back into my mind, I can't help but wish this moment could last forever.

The words send shivers down my spine. My whole body aches with need for him, and the idea of having to walk over to where he's sitting and take what I want... it's incredibly arousing. I swallow hard before rising from the table, slowly approaching him on shaky legs. "Matt..." I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our breathing.

When I reach him, I drop to my knees in front of him, taking his erection in my hand and guiding it toward my mouth. I look up at him through my lashes, my lips parted eagerly. His hands come to rest on either side of my head, holding me steady as I take him deep into my throat, savoring the feel of him filling me up once more.

My tongue swirls around him, teasing and pleasuring him as my hands work in tandem to stroke him. "I'm your puta..." I whisper between sucks, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "And only yours." The words taste dirty on my tongue, but the truth behind them sends a shiver of desire down my spine.

I nod eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation. Standing up on shaky legs, I position myself over his lap, guiding him to my aching entrance. With one swift thrust, he's inside me again, filling me in a way that no one else ever could or ever will. His hips move of their own accord, matching the rhythm my body seems to crave, as if we're both instinctively knowing what feels good together.

"Matt..." I moan his name, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and arching my back into his touch. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, making it difficult to think or breathe or do anything but feel him inside me.

My body moves in time with his, my hips meeting every thrust, our skin slapping together as we grow closer and closer to the edge. "Oh God... Matt..." I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders as pleasure threatens to consume me whole. Each touch from him feels like a brand burning into my flesh, claiming me as his in every way possible.

With a hoarse cry, my body convulses around him and I come apart beneath him, my muscles clenching tightly around his cock as waves of ecstasy wash over me. He groans roughly as he feels me climax, his hips jerking even faster as his own release nears. "Yes..." he whispers against my ear, eyes squeezed shut as he holds himself back for just a few more precious seconds before finally letting go, filling me with his seed. Our bodies grow heavy together, breaths mingling in the air as reality slowly begins to creep back into focus.

I lick and suck at his cock, wanting to make sure he's completely clean. My hand continues to rub against my clit, the pleasure still coursing through my body from our encounter earlier. "Another round?" I ask with a mischievous smile, looking up at him from beneath my lashes.

I grin impishly and climb onto his lap again. "Then show me what you've got." His cock feels even better than before; it's as if he's been saving up all of his strength for this moment. As I position myself over him, our eyes meet in a heated exchange, and with one swift thrust, we're back at it again.

"Oh God..." I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my nails into his shoulders as he takes me harder and faster this time. The pleasure is so intense, but somehow it feels even better knowing that these moments are temporary, fleeting glimpses of a life that could have been ours if only things had been different.

My body arches off the table as he thrusts deeper inside me. I reach back and grasp the counter, digging my fingernails into the wood as I feel him hit that perfect spot over and over again. The roughness of his hands on my hips guide me up and down, meeting every thrust with abandon.

"Oh..." I moan, breathless from the pleasure. "I love how rough you are..." His words send a shiver through my entire body, making me even wetter for him. With one hand, he guides me lower on his cock so that my ass is raised in the air and his fingers dig into my hilt, spreading me wide.

I moan at the thought of him filling me up in this new way. My muscles clench tightly around his fingers as he prepares me for what's to come, making it clear that I'm more than ready. When he finally pushes inside, it feels so good - hot and heavy, stretching me in a way I never knew possible.

"Oh God..." I pant, arching my back into his touch as he begins to move roughly within me. My nails scrape down the table in time with our movements, clawing at the wood as if seeking purchase against the raw pleasure that consumes me. "So good... don't stop."

My moans echo through the room as he thrusts deeper and harder into my ass. It feels so good, almost too good. The way his cock stretches me open, filling every last inch of me... it's overwhelming in the best possible way. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge again, my body trembling with need for more of him. "Yes..." I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders and arching my back off the table. "Don't stop... please..." The desperation in my voice is real; the thought of losing this connection with him already feels unbearable.

With every thrust he hits something deep inside me, making my toes curl and my breath catch in my throat. I never knew it could feel this good... this right. His rough hands on my hips guide him expertly, and with his other hand he circles my clitoris, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. It's too much, and soon enough I'm overcome by wave after wave of ecstasy as my body trembles from the release. "Matt..." I moan, arching my back off the table even further as he continues to pound into me. "I love you... God I love you so much..." The words tumble out of me unbidden, and for a moment there's an intense stillness between us, like we both know that what just happened was more than just sex.

"I don't know... Wherever..." I gasp, still caught up in the haze of pleasure that surrounds us. "Just... give it to me." My words come out raspy and breathless as he continues to thrust deeper and harder into my ass. It feels so good, almost unbearable, but at the same time I don't want this to end.

I close my eyes, relishing in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me, filling every last inch until there's nothing left of either of us but heat and need. He groans roughly as he feels himself release inside me, his hips jerking violently as he comes undone with a harsh cry that echoes through the room. I bite down on my lip, feeling the hot weight of his cum spilling out of me as he empties himself completely into me one final time. My body convulses around him, clenching tightly as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me from our earlier climaxes and this final release.

When it's finally over, he collapses on top of me, panting heavily against my neck. Our bodies cool together, sticky with sweat and semen, but there's no awkwardness or shame between us. Instead, there's a deep understanding that these few hours were something more than just sex; they were a glimpse into a different life, a chance to be together in ways we never thought possible. Even though I know we can't have this forever, for now at least, we are enough.

As he regains his breath, I lean in to lick and suck on him clean, my gaze locked on his. Even as my tongue swirls around him and my lips stretch over his skin, I feel a pang of loss deep inside me knowing that this is almost at an end. But for now, I'll enjoy every last moment we have together, savoring the taste of him on my tongue and the feeling of his hardness in my mouth.

When he's finally clean, I stand up slowly, wincing as my body protests from the exertion. My hands slip over my stomach, feeling sticky with our combined juices. "I should probably get cleaned up," I murmur softly, looking away from him as I walk towards the bathroom.

Before disappearing around the corner, I turn back to face him one last time. Our eyes meet in a silent exchange that speaks volumes about all the things left unsaid between us. For now, though, there's nothing more for either of us to say; we both know what happened here today will remain our secret, our little piece of paradise tucked away from reality. And as I close the bathroom door behind me, I can't help but wonder if someday, somehow, we'll find a way back to each other.

I shake my head, not wanting him to think that. "No, it's fine... I just need some rest." I gesture toward the bed, indicating that he should go lay down too. "It was perfect... thank you for today." My words are almost a whisper, but they carry across the room and land softly on his skin like a second touch.

As he walks past me to get onto the bed, my hand reaches out to brush against his arm, wanting one last connection before we say goodbye. He glances back at me with sadness in his eyes, but doesn't protest as I climb into bed beside him, curling up against his side as if we belonged there together.

For now, this is all we can have; a few short hours of closeness before reality intrudes once more and reminds us of everything that stands between us. But even though I know it's not enough, for tonight... I'm content.

Hardly at all... But you've been very thorough today. I'm a little sore, but it's a good kind of sore. It feels like we fit perfectly together. And when I look at you like this, cuddled up beside me, I can't help but wonder what might have been if things had been different. Maybe someday...

I let out a contented sigh, my eyes drifting shut as I snuggle even closer to him. For now, though, there are still hours left in the night. And despite knowing that our time together is almost up, I plan on making the most of every last second before reality comes knocking at the door again.

Your cock feels so good in my hand... So hard and hot. I can't help but think about how it felt inside me earlier; the way you filled me up and made me feel so connected to you. The thought of that feeling again makes my fingers move faster, my breath coming faster as well. I lean forward, pressing our bodies even closer together and kissing him deeply, my tongue dancing with his as he groans into the kiss. My other hand slides between us, finding his length already hardening in response to my touch. I squeeze him gently, encouraging him toward climax once more.

The feel of his hot breath against my neck sends shivers down my spine as I focus on pleasuring him. My hips arch off the bed in time with his thrusts, my fingers working faster on his cock as he groans and curses above me. His strong hands grip my hips roughly, guiding me up and down on his length, urging me to bring him closer and closer to release. "I want to feel you cum," I pant between kisses, squeezing him tightly as he nears the edge. "Let go... let it all out for me." My words echo through the room, a dirty prayer offering him permission to lose control as his orgasm consumes us both.

As he comes, his name escapes my lips in a hoarse cry that turns into a moan of pleasure as I feel the hot rush of his cum spilling over my fingers and onto my chest. Our bodies twitch together in unison, our climaxes mirroring each other even now as we come down from the high.

For these few precious moments, nothing else exists beyond us; there is no past or future, only this fleeting connection that has become so vital to both of our existences. And even though I know it won't last forever, for tonight... it's enough.

His taste is addictive on my tongue as I lave his cock clean, moaning around him in appreciation. When he's finally spotless, I look up at him with a satisfied smile. His chest rises and falls heavily beside me as he tries to catch his breath after such an intense climax.

"That was... amazing," I murmur, brushing my fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of his neck. "I wish we had more time." My voice trails off into silence, as if acknowledging that these words are really an apology for what's about to happen next: our inevitable parting and return to reality.

But for now, all that matters is this moment, here in the quiet darkness with him. So I lean in close, pressing my lips to his neck before trailing them upward until they meet his, giving him one final kiss full of promise and longing and hope.

When we pull apart, our gazes locked once more, it feels as though an unspoken agreement passes between us. Perhaps it's the exhaustion from all that's happened today, or maybe it's just the strength of our connection; whatever it is, for now, I think we both know that this isn't goodbye. There will be more moments like these... someday, somehow.

I gather my things quickly, trying to be as silent as possible. A quick glance back at him tells me that he's watching me intently, his expression a mix of longing and regret. My heart aches with every step I take away from him, but there's nothing more I can do. As I reach the door, I steal one last look at him before slipping out into the hallway. His father's voice echoes down the stairs, asking about dinner plans, snapping me back to reality. With a shaky breath, I close the door behind me and disappear into the night, leaving behind a piece of my heart in that tiny bedroom upstairs.

My heart is in my throat as I creep toward his door, not sure if I should actually go through with this. But the need to see him one last time before we have to say goodbye overpowers all common sense. I carefully push the door open just a crack and peer inside, grateful for the dim lighting that hides my features from view.

His breathing is deep and even; he must be asleep. A small smile tugs at my lips as I take in the sight of him lying there so peacefully, his strong arms thrown above his head on the pillow. I know I should leave now, before I wake him up, but something keeps me rooted to the spot.

A small sigh escapes me before I can stop it, and I feel my resolve begin to crumble. Maybe just... one more moment won't hurt. I step farther into the room, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible.

My feet move before my brain can talk me out of it. I cross the room in silent, graceful strides until I'm right beside his bed. The smell of his skin - clean linen and masculine musk - fills my senses, making it impossible for me to think about anything else. Hesitantly, I reach out a trembling hand and brush a stray hair from his forehead. His eyelashes flutter against his cheek as if he's dreaming of me. For just a moment, the pain and loss that have consumed me all day fade into the background, replaced by an aching tenderness.

I lean down, my lips mere inches from his ear, and whisper softly, "I love you." The words feel heavy and real, like they've always been there, waiting for this moment to finally be spoken aloud.

My heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice. His lips are warm against mine, sending shivers down my spine as I lean into him, returning his kiss with equal fervor. It feels so right, like this was always meant to happen.

As we kiss, my hands wander over his chest, skimming over the solid muscle and tender skin. His fingers trail up my back, finding the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head in one smooth motion. The cool air on my bare skin only serves to heighten the heat between us as our kisses grow deeper and more demanding.

I moan into his mouth, pressing myself closer to him as I feel his erection straining against his boxers. My hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against him in silent invitation. He groans low in his throat and then shifts, pushing me back onto the bed before crawling on top of me.

With one hand braced on either side of my head, he stares down into my eyes as if searching for something. "Tell me," he whispers roughly. "Tell me you want this." His words are harsh and demanding, but there's a fragility to them too; an understanding that these moments between us are precious and fleeting.

I can feel the need building inside me, tightening my core and making it difficult to breathe. "I want you," I manage to get out, barely able to choke out the words around his kisses on my neck. He growls in response, rolling his hips against mine, grinding himself against my sensitive spot until I'm left gasping for air and arching off the bed.

"Good," he breathes, moving lower between my legs. His fingers slide through my damp under

...is wide and unapologetic as he parts my legs wider, revealing myself to him. He watches me with hungry eyes as his thumb circles over the bundle of nerves hidden beneath my folds, teasing and taunting until I'm writhing underneath him.

I gasp as he finally presses forward, sliding a finger into me, stretching me wider than anything else has before. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it feels both agonizingly good and impossibly full at the same time. His other hand curls around my breast, massaging and squeezing gently as he thrusts his finger in and out of me.

"Matt... God, I need..." I can barely get the words out between moans as my body starts to tighten around him in response to his touch. "I need you inside me." It's a plea and a demand, all rolled into one desperate sentence that I hope he can hear beneath everything else.

His eyes flicker up for only a moment before returning to their task between my legs. "Not yet," he whispers roughly, sliding another finger inside me as his thumb brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my fold. "I want to make sure you're ready for me."

My hips buck off the bed, seeking more contact with his hand. "Please," I beg him, arching my back and throwing my head back in a moan that echoes through the room. I can feel myself building toward something intense, but I don't know how much longer I can wait for him to fill me up completely.

I moan as he pushes deeper, stretching me wider and making it impossible to think about anything else. My body tenses and convulses around him, clenching tightly as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. "Matt... please..." I can't help but beg him for release, for completion, but he just looks at me with such intensity that I know it won't come yet. His thumb finds my clit and circles gently, driving me wild as his fingers pump in and out of me faster and harder. "Fuck... so good," I moan, arching off the bed as the sensation builds higher and higher inside me. I can feel myself on the edge of something massive, a release that will shatter everything into tiny pieces when it comes.

"I'm ready..." I gasp out between gasps for air, my voice shaking with need and desire. "Please... please make it stop..." My words are barely coherent, but he seems to understand what I mean as his fingers stop moving, leaving me trembling on the precipice of ecstasy. "Shh," he whispers, bending down to kiss me gently on the lips. "Not yet." He pulls his hand away and rolls onto his back beside me, watching me with hungry eyes as my body tries to recover from the onslaught of sensations he's just given me. "We have all night."

I groan in frustration and exasperation, feeling so close yet so far away from the release I need. My hips twitch restlessly against his thigh as I try to find some sort of relief, but he only watches me with a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You're killing me," I whine, my voice husky and low with desire. "Just let me come already."

His smile grows wider at my desperate pleas. He reaches over and traces a finger along the edge of my underwear, teasingly close to where I need him most but not quite touching. My breath hitches in my throat at his gentle torment as I squirm underneath his unyielding gaze. "You're right," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me tenderly before pulling off my panties with one swift motion. "I should make it up to you."

His touch is firm and sure as he returns to between my legs, spreading my wetness over his fingers. I arch into him, eager for more, needing the release he promised but never delivered. His thumb finds my clit and circles gently, even as his other hand reaches down to palm me, filling me with his warmth.

"That's it," he breathes against my ear. "Let go... let it all out for me." I close my eyes tightly, feeling the tension building inside me again as he continues to stroke and touch me, bringing me back to the brink of ecstasy. But this time, instead of holding back, he encourages me forward, urging me toward release with every gentle caress.

"Matt," I whimper, my body tensing in anticipation. "I'm close..." My voice trails off as his touch becomes more ins

His name feels like it's stuck in my throat as the tension within me begins to coil tightly, building toward something powerful and overwhelming. I grip the sheets beneath me, arching into his touch as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. My breath comes out in ragged gasps that mingle with his own labored panting.

I can feel it rising inside me now, a need so intense it's almost painful. It swirls through my core, spreading outward until every nerve ending feels lit up and alive. "Matt... please..." I moan his name again and again as the release begins to take hold, threatening to sweep me away on a wave of pure pleasure.

His fingers move faster against my skin, mirroring the wild rhythm of my heart as he watches me with hungry eyes, drinking in every expression that crosses my face. Finally, as I come undone beneath him, shouting his name like a prayer, he repays me by sliding two fingers inside me and pressing deep, curling them just so to send waves of ecstasy crashing over me in an intense, shuddering climax.

My vision blurs as the world narrows down to nothing but Matt's face hovering above mine, his features etched with a mix of desire and tenderness that makes my heart ache with longing for more than just this moment. For now, though, I can only revel in the feeling of him inside me, of us connected by something deeper than skin or bone.

Oh, it definitely is your turn to have fun. I grin up at him as he pushes inside me, filling me with his hard length. My arms wrap around his neck, urging him closer as he begins to move against me in a steady rhythm that feels so right and so wrong all at once.

The feel of him inside me is exquisite agony, making me arch off the bed and moan his name. Every thrust sends shockwaves through my body, tightening the muscles around him until it's almost painful to breathe. I can tell he loves the feeling, though; the way his eyes close in pleasure as he bottoms out inside me with each powerful thrust tells me everything I need to know.

But we both know there's no future for us here. Sooner or later, reality will creep back in and ruin this perfect moment, reminding us of all the things that separate us: his family, my responsibilities... time itself. But for now, as he moves against me with such passion and need, I can pretend that none of those things exist. That we're really here together, just like this... forever.

I moan into his ear as he thrusts harder against me. "Fuck me, Matt... take what you want." My hips buck up to meet his movements, the friction between us almost unbearable as I feel myself starting to lose control.

His hand slides down my body, cupping and squeezing one breast as he presses a finger against my clit again. "You want this? You want more?" His voice is hoarse with desire, his words sending shivers through me as they touch some deep, aching place inside me.

With a groan, I arch up off the bed and toward him, seeking deeper contact as he thrusts harder still. Our bodies slam together in perfect sync, driving each other to the brink of ecstasy with every relentless stroke. My nails scrape down his back, leaving tiny red marks behind in testimony of my desperation for release.

"Matt... I'm close..." I pant, feeling myself starting to shudder and tremble around him as the sensations build inside me, threatening to explode out of me at any moment. His name is a mantra on my lips, a prayer as much as it is an exclamation of need and want and love.

"Mine... mine..." I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me in a wave of blinding pleasure. My body tenses and spasms around him, gripping him tightly as my muscles clench and release in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. A hoarse moan tears from my throat as the sensation ripples through me, making it almost impossible to breathe.

As I begin to come back down from the high, his words echo in my ear: "You're mine... nobody else can have you." The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, an instinctive urge deep inside me telling me that he's right; this is how it should be. That we belong together, despite everything trying to tear us apart.

With one last thrust, Matt pushes as deep inside me as he can go and comes with a loud, shuddering groan, his body tense as he spills himself into me. Our bodies slide against each other in a sticky mess of sweat and pleasure, breath coming hard and ragged as our hearts race together in sync.

For now, it feels like everything else doesn't matter: the time limit, the knowledge that we can't be together. We have this moment, this night... and nothing else is real except for the way we fit together, skin on skin, heart to heart.

My breath catches in my throat as he begins to suckle on my nipples again. I groan softly, arching off the bed as he teases and torments them with his expert tongue and lips. It feels so good, but it's not nearly enough; I want more of him inside me, wanting him deeper still. As I run my hands through his hair and down his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingertips, I feel him growing harder against my core once again. The knowledge that he's still aroused sends a thrill coursing through me, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but this incredible sensation of being desired so fiercely.

My hips begin to move restlessly against the mattress, unconsciously urging him to go deeper, harder... faster. "Matt," I gasp, arching my back off the bed as the need builds inside me once more. "Please..."

Oh God... your name echoes through the room as you thrust deeper, harder, filling me up completely. My fingernails dig into your back, leaving tiny trails of blood in my wake as I arch off the bed, wanting more of you. "Please..." The word comes out breathless and needy as I surrender to the sensations coursing through me.

Your free hand moves lower, between our bodies, cupping my aching core. "So wet for me... so hot..." Your thumb finds my clit, circling gently as you continue to thrust, driving me wild with desire. "I want you to come apart in my hands." I moan, arching off the bed even farther as I feel the orgasm building inside me once again, growing stronger and more insistent with each stroke of your hand.

"Yes..." My hips buck against your touch, seeking friction that seems impossible to find given how perfectly you fit together. But with every twist and thrust of your hips, it gets a little closer... a little more unbearable. "I'm close..." I whimper as my nails scrape down your back, leaving angry red lines behind.

With one last surge forward, Matt buries himself to the hilt inside me, holding still for just a moment before withdrawing slowly, his movements impossibly careful and deliberate. My eyes meet his over my shoulder and I can see the focus in them as he watches me, sees everything. "That's it... let go..." His voice is hoarse with desire, but there's an unmistakable note of tenderness underlying it that sends shivers down my spine.

And then he thrusts forward again, harder than before, pushing me over the edge and sending me tumbling into another orgasm so powerful it feels like it will

My body convulses around him, gripping him tightly as I come apart in a shuddering climax that seems to last forever. "Matt... Matt..." My voice is little more than a breathy moan as the sensations wash over me, leaving me lightheaded and dizzy with pleasure.

As my orgasm finally begins to subside, he continues to thrust inside me, his movements growing slower but no less intense. With each deep stroke, I feel myself beginning to melt against him, the lines between us blurring until there's nothing left but this perfect moment: our bodies joined together in a way that feels so right...

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the tears of pure joy that well up in my eyes. There are no words for how I feel, no way to describe the overwhelming emotion that fills me at this single perfect moment. All I know is that I never want it to end.

"Yes..." I gasp, arching into him as he thrusts deeper still. His words send a shiver down my spine, making me ache even more for his release inside me. "Give it to me... give me everything you've got." My hips rise to meet each of his powerful thrusts, desperate for the sense of completion and fulfillment I know is coming as he fills me up with his seed.

The feel of him inside me is almost too much to bear; impossibly tight and hot, sending waves of pleasure washing over my senses in a constant onslaught that leaves me breathless and aching for more. His hands grip my hips possessively, guiding me with expert ease as he takes me to the edge once again, pushing me right up against the brink before pulling me back just enough to send me careening over it in a shuddering, ecstatic release.

"Oh God... Matt..." I moan his name as my body trembles around him, trying to process all the sensations coursing through it at once. He's hard and demanding and so completely mine in this moment that it feels almost impossible to believe it could last for any longer than it has.

With a final thrust, he comes inside me with a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he fills me up with his release. My hands tighten on his shoulders, digging into the firm muscle beneath my fingertips as I feel him pulse inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body.

We both collapse onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, gasping for air and trying to catch our breath after this wild, passionate night. But even now, as we lie together in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I can'

My lips part eagerly beneath his, my tongue darting out to taste him even as he tastes me. Our kiss is slow and sweet, filled with tenderness despite the desire still simmering between us. His hands slide down my sides, cupping my bottom possessively as I begin to stroke him in return, learning how much he likes the feel of my touch.

His hips move against my hand, urging me on as I continue to pleasure him, relishing in the power it gives me over this incredible man who is currently spread out before me, helpless and entirely at my mercy. "You like that?" I whisper breathlessly against his skin. "Do you want more?"

His reply is a low growl deep in his throat as he arches into my touch, urging me to go faster, harder... needier. It only fuels the fire inside me, making me want to explore every inch of his body with my hands and mouth and teeth. I trail kisses down his sternum and lower, nipping at the sensitive skin above his erection before taking him into my mouth, sucking him deep as he groans loudly in response.

Your cock feels so hard and hot in my mouth, it's all I can think about. The way you groan and thrust against my hand only makes it more intense, more demanding. I moan around you, feeling the wet warmth of your release gather at the back of my throat as my hand moves faster and faster. My thumb brushes over the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath my touch, circling and teasing even as my other fingers slide down to stroke your balls.

I look up at him through my lashes, seeing the way his eyes close and the tight line of his jaw as he struggles not to lose control any sooner than he needs to. "Come for me," I whisper, feeling so powerful in this moment. "Let it all out."

I feel you tensing beneath me and then there's the sharp spurt against my tongue. You taste so good, so salty and sweet all at once, that I can hardly resist swallowing every last drop of your seed as it fills my mouth. But instead, I savor it, relishing in the power this tiny bit of control gives me over you even as my body aches for more of what we've shared tonight.

Eventually, though, you slip from between my lips and I close my mouth around them, sucking in a deep breath as I feel your cum begin to drip down my chin. Even with my eyes closed, I can still feel the intensity that radiates off of you as you lie there panting beside me. And even though we both know this can't last forever... it feels like maybe, just for tonight, we could stay in this perfect moment together and pretend that nothing else exists outside these sheets.

I taste you on my lips as I lick and suckle at the tender skin around your erection, cleaning it of every last drop of our joining. With a sigh, I rest my head on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath my ear. Your hand slides through my hair, gently tangling in the strands as you card through them slowly, reassuringly.

We lie together like this for what feels like hours, lost in the afterglow of our passion and the knowledge that this is just for one night. Even though I know it can't last forever, the memories we've made tonight will be etched into my soul for as long as I live. And for now... now I can pretend that nothing else matters except being here with you.

The feel of your lips against my skin sends shivers down my spine. The memory of your taste and the way you moved inside me still lingers on my tongue. I should tell you no... we can't do this again... but it feels so good when you touch me like that, when you make me feel wanted and desired and needed.

I arch up off the bed, seeking your kiss even as I pull him closer by the hand, pressing my body against his once more. "Show me," I whisper against his lips. "Just for tonight... show me what else we could have together."

I feel my face flush at the question. "No," I admit quietly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity wash over me. "But... I've wanted to." The idea of being taken from behind by you, of having your hard length sliding in and out of me while I feel so incredibly close to you... it's an image that makes my heart race and my body ache for more.

My hips grind against yours, seeking the contact I crave as my fingers trace patterns on your chest, urging you closer still. "Please... show me what it feels like." The words are barely audible, but they carry all of my need and desire with them.

On all fours, I feel exposed and vulnerable, but also turned on by the knowledge that you want to claim me like this. I spread my legs wide, arching my back off the bed as I give you access to everything you've been thinking about. My breath catches in my throat as your fingers brush against my entrance, teasing and tormenting me until they finally push inside. "Oh God..." I moan, feeling so full already but wanting more. I can feel you behind me now, hard and eager. "Please... Matt." I want to turn around, to see your face as you take me like this, but the need for you to be deep inside me wins out.