You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

You stop in your tracks as you see her getting ready to throw another snowball at you. "Ahh, c'mon Syl..." You say with a pout. She steps closer and sighs before looking up at you with those gorgeous orange eyes, the same ones from back when they were kids. "I just... I miss how we used to be, ya know? Before all this college stuff."

She motions for you to walk with her as she continues talking. "And don't give me that 'we're still friends and everything' crap. We hardly even talk anymore!" As they walk down the street together, Sylvia glances at your lips and then looks away quickly, blushing slightly under her pale skin.

"So... You wanna go grab something to eat or something?" She asks hesitantly, biting her lower lip as she does so.

"I remember that day too..." she murmurs softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Man... we were such idiots back then." She laughs lightly before looking up at you again. "But hey, at least some things never change." Her words are half-joking but mostly filled with relief that there's still something between you.

She slows her pace slightly and turns to face you fully, taking a step closer so that her warm breath tickles your nose. "So... Do you wanna go get something to eat or what?" She asks again, her voice barely above a whisper now and her eyes locked on your mouth.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you recall the memories of your childhood together. "We were such little bastards..." You breathe out slowly before looking back up at her. There's an awkward pause for a moment and then you decide to take matters into your own hands. Reaching out, you cup Sylvia's cheek gently in your palm before leaning in closer to press your lips against hers in a tentative kiss. Her soft lips part instantly beneath yours, welcoming you inside as she molds herself against you with an eager moan, her body seemingly melting into yours perfectly.

Her tongue darts out to tease at the seam of your lips, prompting you to open your mouth and let her explore deeper. Her kiss is hot and hungry, making it difficult for you to think about anything else but how much you've missed this feeling; how much you've

You moan deeply into the kiss as she continues to explore your mouth with her tongue and teeth. Her breasts press against your chest, her nipples hardening beneath your shirt. Your hands slide down her back, cupping her tight behind before sliding higher up her back until they're tangled in her hair, gently pulling her head back just enough to deepen the kiss even further. Her taste fills your senses as she hungrily devours you with each thrust of her tongue; salty and sweet all at once.

You pull away from the kiss for a moment to catch your breath, watching as Sylvia's face flushes an even deeper shade of pink beneath her flawless skin. Her eyes are half-lidded and heavy with desire, gazing up at you with a mixture of longing and lust that makes your heart race faster. "I love you too," you whisper hoarsely,

Sylvia gasps as you pull away from the kiss, her body craving more contact with yours. Her hands slide up your chest and around your neck, tangling in your hair as she pulls you back down for another hungry kiss. Her tongue dances eagerly with yours, their rhythm growing faster and deeper until they're both struggling to breathe through their mouths. Her hips grind against yours instinctively, seeking relief from the ache between her legs. She moans into your mouth as she feels herself growing wetter for you, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her right now.

Without warning, Sylvia breaks the kiss again, this time stepping back and looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Ahmedِ..." Her voice is little more than a breathy whisper as she reaches up and begins unbuttoning your shirt, her fingers trembling slightly in anticipation of what

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of your shirt, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watches you through hooded eyes. "Ahmedِ... I've missed this so much," she whispers, barely able to contain her need for you any longer. As your shirt falls open, revealing your chest covered in soft, dark hair and defined muscles, Sylvia can't help but let out a shaky breath at the sight of you. She reaches out a trembling hand and trails it over your abdomen, feeling the heat that radiates from your skin beneath her fingertips.

"Ahmedِ..." she breathes again, her voice hoarse with desire as she leans forward and presses her lips to your neck, sucking gently on the tender flesh before biting down softly. Her hand moves upward once more, cupping your breast through your sh

His words send a jolt through her body and for a moment she's taken aback by the sudden question. But as he cups her breast and his scent fills her senses, she realizes how much she truly does want this; wants him. A soft pink blush spreads across her cheeks as she meets his eyes once more, searching for any signs of sarcasm or doubt.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I do." Tilting her head up, she presses their lips together in a heated kiss that speaks volumes about how much they care for each other. Her hand slides down his chest, over the warmth of his stomach until it's resting against the bulge at his crotch, feeling the heat emanating from him there. "Please," she whispers against his lips, her fingers curling around him

Her words send a thrill through him as she agrees to marry him. He nods slowly in understanding before leaning down to capture her lips once more, their tongues tangling hungrily in the warmth of their mouths. As they kiss, his hands find purchase on her body; cupping her ass and pulling her against his aroused length as he grinds against her through their clothes. His free hand wanders up her side, over her breast until it reaches the delicate skin of her neck where he gently bites down, causing a soft moan to escape from deep within her throat.

"Sylvia..." He whispers between kisses, his voice rough with desire. "I've missed you so much." As if she needs any further encouragement, the feel of his hands on her body and his lips on hers only serve to drive her wild with lust. She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting

She reaches down between them and begins rubbing against him through their clothes, desperate to feel him inside her again. "Oh God, Ahmedِ..." she moans, arching her back as he grinds harder against her. Her hands slip under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips as she begins working on getting it off. She pants heavily as she struggles to undo the buttons and finally pushes it off his shoulders, revealing his chest once more.

Her lips meet his in another passionate kiss as she continues to work on stripping him of his clothes, her hands fumbling with his belt before finally managing to free it and shove it roughly to the ground. His hard length springs free, standing erect and throbbing against her stomach as she moans into his mouth. "I need you," she whispers breathlessly, pushing him back until

She gasps as her shirt is roughly yanked over her head, revealing her curvaceous body to him in all its glory. "Fuck," she whispers, already reaching for the hem of his pants, desperate to feel his skin against hers again. Her fingers slide up his thigh and pause just above the waistband of his underwear, trembling with anticipation as they hover there for a moment before finally pulling them down in one swift motion. His erect length springs free and she greedily reaches out to touch him, marveling at how hard he already is despite everything that's happened between them so far tonight.

Her tongue darts out to lick along the head of his cock, eliciting a growl from deep within his throat as he roughly pushes her down onto her knees in front of him. "Suck it," he rasps, his voice hoarse

As she takes him deep into her mouth, Sylvia's tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and pleasuring as she bobs her head up and down in perfect rhythm. Her hands slide up his thighs, finding purchase on his ass before she squeezes tightly, urging him to thrust deeper into her mouth. She moans around him, the vibration sending shivers down his spine as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release.

Her free hand reaches between their bodies, rubbing circles over his sensitive flesh through his underwear before finally pushing them aside and wrapping her fingers around him again, stroking in perfect time with her sucking. She looks up at him through hooded eyes, a mix of pleasure and desire etched onto her features as she watches his expression change the longer she pleases him.

As he nears his peak, Sylvia pulls back

"Cum for me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. Her hand speeds up on him, matching his increasing pace as he thrusts deeper into her mouth with each passing moment. She looks up at him with eyes full of love and lust, her expression pleading for him to empty himself inside her mouth so that she can swallow every drop.

With a guttural moan, Ahmed Islam comes, his hot seed spilling down Sylvia's throat as she eagerly sucks and licks at him, cleaning him off as best she can before finally releasing him with a satisfied sigh. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before looking up at him with a smirk. "That was quite the escape from sexual brutality," she teases, arching an eyebrow.

You laugh and lean down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that leaves them both breathless. "Never going to get rid of me now," you whisper against her lips before pulling back with a satisfied smile. "Let's go home." You reach down to help her up, your hands sliding around her waist and holding her close as she stands once more, their bodies still pressed together intimately despite being fully clothed. She looks up at you with those beautiful eyes full of love and trust as you lead her down the street towards your apartment, eager to finally consummate this newfound understanding between them.

As they walk hand in hand towards your apartment, Sylvia can't help but grin to herself. She's never felt this happy or complete before. The thought of finally being together again, sharing everything as one makes her heart race with anticipation. Her parents won't be surprised by what she's wearing; they were best friends after all. It'll just take some convincing for them to accept Ahmed again into their lives. She leans into you slightly, pressing her body against yours and smiles up at you before asking softly: "Are you ready for everything that comes with this, Ahmed?"

Her eyes widen slightly at your reply but then she smiles warmly, feeling a rush of love and affection wash over her. "I hope so," she whispers back, gently squeezing your hand in hers. "But you know we can't just jump into everything right away, especially with our parents involved. It's going to take some time for them all to get used to the idea of us together again... and as a couple this time." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing: "Do you think you can be patient with me while we work things out?"

Ahmed laughs softly. "Of course I can be patient," he says reassuringly, kissing the top of her head. "We have all the time in the world now." The thought makes Sylvia's heart soar; that they truly are starting a new chapter together, without anyone or anything to hold them

The thought of getting pregnant sends a shiver down her spine; both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. "We don't have to rush into that," she says slowly, feeling suddenly unsure. "There's still so much we need to figure out first." She looks up at Ahmed, searching his eyes for any hint of rejection or disappointment but instead finds only understanding and patience.

"But if you truly want me to..." Her voice trails off as she considers the possibility. "I mean, it's not like we can keep pretending anymore... We might as well start our life together now." She blushes deeply at her own words, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze.

Ahmed takes her hand in his, squeezing gently. "I don't want to pressure you into anything," he says with a reassuring

"I trust you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "If this is what we both really want... then let's just see where it takes us." Her eyes meet his and they share a knowing glance; the weight of their decision settling between them like a heavy blanket. "But please," she adds with a small smile, feeling her heart flutter nervously in her chest at the prospect of becoming Ahmed's wife and the mother of his child, "be gentle with me."

They walk the rest of the way home in silence, their hands still entwined as they banter back and forth about innocent topics that barely scratch the surface of what's really on their minds. The anticipation builds inside Sylvia like an ache she can't quite ignore; an excitement mixed with fear and trepidation that makes her feel both exhilarated and terrified all at once. As

They finally reach your apartment, the building looming tall and ominous in the shadows of the night. As they approach, Sylvia's heart begins to race even faster; a mix of nerves and excitement churning in her stomach. She glances up at Ahmed, his face lit up with anticipation as he leads her towards the door. For better or worse, this is their future now.

As you unlock the door and step inside, she takes a deep breath, mustering all the courage she can find to face whatever comes next. Together, hand in hand, they venture further into the dimly lit living room where your parents are waiting for you; silent sentinels watching their every move with careful eyes.

You take Sylvia's hand in yours and lead her forward, making your way towards your parents who both look up at you expectantly as if waiting for an explanation. "Mom,

Her heart is racing as you close the door, effectively shutting them out of their discussion. She can feel their gazes on her still, even through the door, and she finds it difficult not to squirm beneath their scrutiny. When your hand finds hers again, she squeezes it gently in reassurance before looking up at you with nervous eyes. "So... ah... how do we tell them?"

Her throat feels tight as she swallows hard, her eyes drifting over to your parents' anxious faces peeking out from behind the couch. She takes a deep breath and nods slowly. "I think... we should just be honest with them," she says quietly, squeezing your hand even tighter. "About everything."

Her voice trembles slightly as she admits it; both terrified of their reaction but determined to face whatever comes next together. She forces herself to meet your parents' gazes head-on, steeling her resolve with every heartbeat that passes between them.

She blushes deeply at your words, her body flushing with heat even as her stomach twists with nervousness. "Ahmed... we can't just think about ourselves right now," she whispers, glancing away for a moment before looking back at you with pleading eyes. "We need to consider what they'll say, how they'll feel..."

Her voice trails off, unable to express the myriad of emotions coursing through her as she struggles to balance your desires with their reaction. She wonders if perhaps they should wait until everything else has settled before indulging in their physical needs; at least for now.

She bites her lower lip, considering your words carefully as she glances between you and your parents once more. "Ahmed... I think that might not be such a good idea right now." Her voice is soft but firm; she's afraid of what might happen if they push too hard too soon. "We need to give them time to process everything first, don't you think?"

Her hand finds its way up your arm, resting lightly on your shoulder as she meets your eyes earnestly, hopeful that you can understand where she's coming from despite her reluctance to indulge in their physical relationship at the moment.

Ahmed's sudden display of nudity takes her by surprise; she wasn't expecting such a bold move from him so soon after their talk about taking things slowly with your parents. Her eyes dart nervously between his body and his face, unsure how to react. A part of her feels flattered that he would bare himself in front of her like this, but another part can't help but feel uncomfortable under the weight of their current situation.

"Ahmed... I don't think this is such a good idea," she whispers hesitantly, taking a step back as if to create some distance between them. "Your parents are right here..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish her sentence as she struggles with the conflict of desires within herself.

Her cheeks flame red as she realizes what he's implying, but her fingers twitch with desire and hesitantly reach out to take him into her hand. She can feel the heat and strength beneath her fingertips and a moan escapes from her throat at the sensation. "Ahmed..." she whispers, looking up at him through hooded lids as she strokes him slowly, lovingly. "I want this too... but we need to be careful." She swallows hard, unable to tear her eyes away from his face as she continues to stroke him gently, their mutual desire growing more intense with each passing second.

A shiver runs down her spine at his words, both excited and terrified by the weight they hold. "I... I trust you," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible even to herself. She continues to stroke him, feeling his desire growing within her hand as their bodies sway together in time with the movement. Her eyes meet his, full of love and desire and trust, daring him not to break that bond they've just begun to mend.

"But please... we should wait," she adds, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "Until things are settled with our parents..." The words trail off, lost in the haze of desire that still fills the room between them.

Her hand speeds up slightly, unable to resist the powerful urge that's building inside her as she watches him writhe in pleasure beneath her touch. "I... I can't..." she gasps, feeling the tension coiling tight within her own body. She leans forward, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss as she continues to stroke him, her hips beginning to rock against his leg in silent demand for release.

Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her shirt, struggling to lift it over her head before tossing it aside, leaving her bare breasts exposed and aching for his touch. Her nipples harden into peaks as she feels Ahmed's breath hot against her skin, his erection pressing harder against her belly with each passing second.

She breaks the kiss, gasping for air as she looks up at him with eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Ahmed

Her words are lost in another moan as his hands cup her breasts, lifting them to meet his mouth. His tongue darts out to tease and please her nipples, sending shivers down her spine as he continues to stroke her through her underwear, their bodies pressed so tightly together that she can feel every hard inch of him against her core.

She arches her back, throwing her head back with a cry as he suckles harder on her sensitive nipple, his hips beginning to rock against hers in rhythm with her own movements. "Ahmed..." Her voice is hoarse and breathless, full of desire and need for him that she can't contain any longer.

Her hands slide down between their bodies, fumbling with the waistband of his pants before finally pulling them loose, freeing his hard length from its confines. She gasps at the feel of him in her

Her hands slide up and down his length, feeling the steel-like heat of him in her palms as she moans around him. "Ahmed," she whispers, arching her back farther to press herself closer against him, desperate for the release that only he can give her. Her tongue flicks out to taste herself on his lips before teasing the head of his cock with quick strokes of her tongue.

Her hips rock harder against his, grinding their bodies together in a rhythm that feels so right it's as if they've been doing this forever. Ahmed growls deep in his throat, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly as he begins to lose control, his thrusts becoming jagged and erratic against her.

"Ahmed..." she gasps, her voice hoarse with need as she feels the familiar ache building between her legs, growing stronger with each passing second. "

With a cry that echoes through the room, she comes with such force that her entire body convulses around him. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she lets out another moan of pleasure, her hips rocking wildly against him in an attempt to draw out every last drop of satisfaction from their union.

He growls low in his throat, thrusting harder and faster into her as he feels the familiar tightness building within him, coiling tighter with each passing moment. "Ahmed..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer still. Her nails dig deeper into his skin, leaving red lines trails across his shoulders as she holds on for dear life.

With a guttural moan, Ahmed finally spills himself inside her, filling her up with his warmth and love and seed. She whimpers around him, feeling the aftershocks of their

Her body sinks limply against his as they catch their breath, the afterglow of their passion surrounding them like a soft, warm blanket. Her fingers lazily trail up and down his chest, studying the definition of his muscles beneath her fingertips. "I'm so glad we figured this out," she whispers contentedly, resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

They stand together like this for several long moments before Ahmed finally speaks up. "We still have to tell them about... everything." He pauses, looking down at the floor as he says it, uncertainty clouding his usually confident expression.

Sylvia knows exactly what he means but she tries to ignore it, hoping that maybe they can just enjoy this moment for a little while longer before tackling the inevitable conversation with their parents. "We'll figure it out together," she says softly, giving him a

"Yes," she whispers, her voice still soft but filled with determination now. "And we'll face it together too." She looks up at him, meeting his gaze head-on, and for a moment they are back in that place where nothing else matters except the connection between them. Even though the future is uncertain and their parents' reactions may not be what they hope for, she knows that as long as she has Ahmed by her side, everything will work out somehow. With a small smile curling her lips, she leans in to kiss him gently on the mouth, expressing her gratitude and love in a way that goes beyond words.

The weight of their revelation is still there, hovering in the air like a thick fog, but for now they can ignore it and focus on what truly matters: each other. And as they stand together, hand in hand, surrounded by the afterglow of their passionate union,

Your words bring a smile to her lips and she presses herself closer against him. "As long as we have each other," she whispers, "nothing else matters." She wraps her arms around his waist, relishing the feel of his strong body against hers. The itching of his cock sends a shiver down her spine, making her breath hitch and her heart race. Maybe they can find a way to ease that ache without going quite so far just yet...

Her hands slide up to cup his face, their eyes locking in a silent agreement as she leans forward, her lips brushing against his neck before trailing further downwards towards the spot where his pulse beats frantically under his skin. A gentle moan escapes him at the touch, and Sylvia feels herself grow wet with anticipation of what might come next between them.

Her lips graze his skin, tracing slow circles around the sensitive spot before finally closing in around it, suckling gently at first and then with increasing pressure as she feels him respond eagerly beneath her touch. Her free hand slides down between them to cup his erection, slowly stroking up and down its length, moaning softly into his neck as she watches the effect she's having on him.

The feel of him hard in her hand, the smell of their sweat mingling together, and the knowledge that they are all alone in this moment... it's too much for either of them to resist. As Sylvia's strokes grow more urgent, so does the pressure of her mouth on his neck, and soon enough Ahmed is groaning with pleasure as he thrusts hips against her hand.

She releases his cock long enough to press their bodies together, her naked center gr

The sensation of him buried deep inside her sends shudders of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult to think coherent thoughts beyond the desire to feel more. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, pressing herself against him in a desperate attempt to draw out every last ounce of satisfaction from their passionate encounter.

As they move together, their breath mingling and their skin slick with sweat, Sylvia feels a tightness building within her once more. She whimpers into his ear, her nails scrape roughly down his back as the pleasure grows too much to bear. "Ahmed..." she gasps, arching her hips upward in an attempt to find release, her words coming out as little more than a ragged moan.

He growls in reply, thrusting harder and deeper inside her, pushing her body further and further over the edge until finally, with a

Her body feels languid and sated as he pulls his wet cock out of her, leaving behind a trail of their combined pleasure coating her thighs. She collapses against him with a tired moan, breathing heavily as they both catch their breath. Her fingers idly play through his hair, watching the patterns made by candlelight dancing across his skin.

For now, everything seems right in the world; the tension between them eased and the future still an uncertain but manageable distance away. As she nestles closer against him, her eyelids growing heavy with sleep, Sylvia allows herself to relax into the comfort of his embrace for what feels like the first time in forever. Perhaps everything will work out after all.

That's actually quite simple. When you're aroused, your body produces a natural lubricant called pre-seminal fluid, which coats the surface of your penis and helps it glide easily during intercourse. Even when something as small as your finger or a dry penis first enters a woman, some of this lubrication will transfer from your finger to hers or from her vagina onto your penis. So even if you insert a dry penis, once it's been inside her for a while and becomes wet with her natural lubrication as well as pre-seminal fluid, it comes out covered in that wetness.

She chuckles softly against his shoulder, a blush dusting her cheeks. "No, I'm not experienced... but I've learned a thing or two over the years," she says with a wink, tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Besides, it all makes sense once you know what goes where and how everything works together." A contented sigh escapes her as she nestles deeper into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

Sylvia laughs softly, tilting her head up to look at him with a fond smile. "Honestly? I think we're both smart in our own ways. You have your strengths and knowledge, just as I do mine." She pauses for a moment, considering his question further. "I believe that together, we can be even smarter... if we let each other be ourselves and support one another along the way."

Their gazes lock, intense but filled with understanding, as they share this silent agreement. Perhaps Ahmed was right before; perhaps there is no need to label who is smarter or stronger or better. Maybe all that matters is finding peace in knowing that you are complete together.

Ahmed's question takes her by surprise, and she hesitates before responding. "I... I don't think it's about one being better than the other," she finally says carefully. "They were designed to work together, to compliment each other." She blushes slightly at the implications of his words, but decides not to dwell on them. "In our daily life, both the vagina and penis are integral parts of who we are as individuals... and as a couple."

Her voice trails off thoughtfully, her gaze drifting away as she considers their conversation so far. Perhaps it would be best if they focused on cherishing and respecting each other rather than comparing themselves based on biological differences. After all, that is what truly matters in the end.

Ahmed's question is an interesting one and there are many ways in which the vagina and penis complement each other in our daily lives. For instance, the physical act of sexual intercourse not only allows for procreation but also provides pleasure and intimacy between partners. The exchange of bodily fluids during sex can lead to emotional bonding as well, helping to create a stronger connection between individuals.

In addition, each part of our bodies plays a unique role in our overall health and wellbeing. The vagina maintains its natural flora and acidity levels that help protect against infections, while the penis is responsible for producing and delivering sperm to fertilize an egg. Both organs work together harmoniously when we engage in sexual activity within a healthy relationship.

It's important to remember that our bodies are not just about function; they also serve an emotional purpose. The v

It seems to me that you are asking about integrating the physical act of having sex with our discussion on biology and emotional connection between our bodies. If so, I would say yes; they can complement each other in this way as well. Sexual intercourse is not just a physical act but also an emotional experience that helps to strengthen bonds between partners when done within a loving and consensual relationship.

In order for us to truly integrate our bodies and their functions into our daily life, we need to continue communicating openly about our desires, feelings, and boundaries. This will not only help us understand each other better but also allow us to explore the full potential of our physical connection while respecting and cherishing who we are as individuals.

Oh, yes... I'd love to integrate with you in that way as well. We can continue exploring our physical connection and deepening our emotional bond through loving, consensual sex. Just let me know when you're ready and we can take things further. I want this to be special for both of us; something we'll always remember together.

With gentle but certain hands, she pushes him back onto the bed, her body pressing close against his as their lips meet in a searing kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth, tangling with his own before slipping down to taste the skin of his neck and chest.

Her fingers dance over the defined muscles of his abdomen, teasing and tickling as they travel lower, finding purchase on the waistband of his pants. She tugs at it playfully until he arches into her touch, letting out a satisfied groan as she frees him from their confines.

Her hands encircle his length, feeling its heat and steel against her palms as she strokes upward slowly, teasing both of them with the promise of what's to come. Her breath hitches as she looks down at their joined bodies, her heart racing in anticipation of sinking back onto him and taking

Her words echo through the room as she rocks her hips forward, lowering herself back onto his erection with a moan. She sinks deeper, feeling the familiar tightness begin to build within her as their bodies meld together in perfect synchrony. "Ahmed..." She breathes out against his skin, her fingers still wrapped around him, her other hand braced on the bed above her head.

As she moves up and down his length, she starts to pick up speed, lost in the sensation of him filling her so completely. Their bodies meet and grind together with each thrust, driving them both closer to the edge. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing tiny beads of blood as she fights to keep herself from coming apart at the seams beneath her.

"Ahmed," she gasps, arching her back off the bed and closer to him, "I'm close..." She feels the tight coil deep

The tension between them grows as their bodies move together, her words sending a shiver down his spine. He arches up to meet her, thrusting deeper and harder into the tight heat of her body, moaning roughly in response. "Ahmed..." she whispers, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure ripples through her with each stroke. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny marks on his skin that only serve to heighten their connection.

Her hips move faster now, her breath coming in quick gasps as the sensation of being so close builds inside her. With a low growl, he thrusts deep and hard, feeling her body clench around him almost painfully as she comes with a sharp cry, his name on her lips and his release following mere heartbeats after.

Their bodies tremble together, slick with sweat and the proof of their passion. He rolls them