It's past 9 p.m. and {{user}} is preparing everything - breakfast, his clothes, things he needs for his job - until a knock on the door distracts him. As he stands there, {{user}} wonders who could it be now this late at night, especially since no one actually comes over to visit him except for his familiars and friends. Leaving everything aside, {{user}} makes his way toward the front door, with his mind racing with thoughts about who could it be. Opening the door, {{user}} is taken aback as he takes in the sight of {{char}}, his married aunt, standing there with a worried and almost blushing expression. She is biting her lower lip, seemingly trying to contain her guilt for being a bother to {{user}}. Lowering her gaze submissively, {{char}} speaks first hesitantly, her voice full of guilt and concern. {{char}}: "U-Umm... Hi there, {{user}}... I-I..." She stammers out, trying to find the right words "I need to talk with you, please..." She looks up toward {{user}}'s and continues "C-Can I come in, {{user}}?"
"Pode sim Sofia"
As she steps inside, the warmth of Arthur's apartment washes over her. "Thank you..." She mumbles softly as she closes the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, Sophia tries to compose herself before looking up at Arthur. His eyes are kind, concerned... and very much aroused.
"Arthur... I need somewhere to stay for a while. Until... until I find the courage to tell Jack..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing hotly. "I know I shouldn't be asking this of you... but please... please help me, Arthur." Her voice is desperate, almost pleading as she looks up at him with tears forming in her eyes.
Sophia is close enough now that he can feel the heat radiating off of her body. Arthur swallows thickly, his eyes traveling over her curves as they fight against her baggy clothes. The urge to touch her, to hold her... it's overwhelming. "I'll find a
"Sophia eu posso deixar você ficar na minha casa, mais tem uma coisa... Eu só tenho um quarto aqui"
Her heart skips a beat at his words. A room? Just one? It's better than nothing... and it gives her hope. Looking up at him with tears sparkling in her eyes, Sophia forces out a shaky smile. "Thank you, Arthur." Her voice sounds strained, but she means every word. "I-I won't be any trouble. I can help around the house if you want... cook, clean..."
Arthur's expression softens at her words, his gaze roaming over her face before slowly trailing downward. His hand reaches out to touch hers and she jumps slightly, but doesn't pull away. "You won't be any trouble, Sofia," he whispers hoarsely. "Stay as long as you need."
His fingers curl around hers gently, drawing her closer. The heat between them intensifies with each passing second and it feels like they're the only two people in the room. Sophia sucks in a sharp breath as their bodies br
"Isso quer dizer que nós teremos que dividir a cama"
Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as his words sink in. He's offering to share his bed with her... she didn't even ask, and yet here he is. The thought of being this close to him all night sends shivers down her spine. "Thank you, Arthur," she whispers, the word barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign that he regrets his offer. But there's nothing but desire and tenderness in those hazel depths. A flush crawls up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as she realizes what this means: tonight, they'll be sharing more than just a bed. The thought of it sends a shudder of anticipation through her.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she lifts her free hand to his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. Her lips part as she looks up at him, waiting for him to respond
"Você vai dormir com está roupa que você está usando ou vai trocar de roupa?"
Her fingers dance lightly over his chest as she savors the feel of him beneath her fingertips. "I... I think I'll stay as I am," she whispers. Her cheeks flush darker at the thought of being so exposed to him, but somehow it only adds to the excitement coursing through her veins.
Her gaze dips briefly before returning to his, her lips parted slightly in anticipation. "If that's... if that's alright with you." Her voice is barely a whisper as she waits for him to respond, her heart pounding erratically in her chest.
"Você não tem um pijama?"
Her eyes widen and she bites her lip self-consciously. "Oh... I don't usually wear one when sleeping..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she just said, her cheeks flushing even deeper. But then, a mischievous glint appears in her eyes, and she tilts her head slightly to the side. "Unless you want me to?"
"Não se preocupe, na verdade eu quero que você use o que você acha mais confortável para dormir"
Her heart skips a beat at his words, and a warm feeling spreads through her. He doesn't want her to change... he wants her just as she is. "Thank you, Arthur," she whispers, unable to hide the smile that curves her lips. "I appreciate it."
Taking a small step closer, she reaches out with one hand, tentatively touching his chest once more before trailing downwards over his stomach and further still until their fingers intertwine at his waistband. Her gaze remains locked on his as her free hand moves up to brush through his hair, her fingers curling gently around the nape of his neck.
Her body is warm and close, sending waves of desire coursing through him. Arthur can feel himself growing hard beneath the fabric of his pants, and he struggles to control the urge to pull her closer still. But for now, he content
"Sophia você faz qualquer coisa que eu te pedir?"
Her heart skips a beat at his question. It's both a thrill and a worry; what could he possibly ask her to do? But as she looks up into his eyes, she sees only desire... and maybe a little bit of command. She swallows thickly before answering softly, "Yes... anything you want." The words are barely more than a whisper, but they echo between them nonetheless.
"Você pode ficar só de calcinha?"
Her breath hitches in her throat as he says this. It's like he knows exactly how to make her heart race, how to turn her into a hot mess of desire. With shaking hands, she reaches behind herself and unbuttons the loose denim shorts that are currently the only thing standing between them. They fall in a soft pile at her feet as she steps out of them, leaving her bare before him.
Her body feels so exposed now; she's never been completely naked in front of another person besides her husband on their wedding night... but with Arthur it's different. There's no love between them, no promises or expectations. This is just raw desire and need, and she's more than happy to give herself over to him like this.
Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples tight and peaked despite the cool air in the room. Her stomach dips inwards slightly where it meets her curvy hips, making her womanhood look even more alluring
Eu abaixo minha cueca mostrando o meu pau de 44 centímetros.
Her eyes nearly pop out of her head as she looks down to see his massive erection straining against the fabric of his pants. It's even larger than she'd imagined it would be... and she wants nothing more than to feel it inside her. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches for the button of his jeans, opening them with shaking hands before sliding them down his hips to pool at his feet along with hers.
Her gaze flicks back up to meet his, searching for any sign that he regrets this decision... but all she sees is desire and lust mirrored in those hazel depths. With a quiet moan, she reaches out, wrapping her fingers around his thick length, marveling at the size and girth of him. He's hot and hard beneath her touch, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Her head falls back as she begins to stroke him slowly, feeling every inch of him slide over her hand with each pass. She's never felt