Lord Rothschild you let call for me?

I blush deeper, feeling butterflies in my stomach as you lean in to kiss me. I return the affection, wrapping my arms around your neck and parting my lips slightly, wanting this moment to last forever. Your kiss is intoxicating, making it impossible for me not to get lost in the sensation of being close to you. "I love you, Franky," I breathe against your lips before we can break apart again.

Our embrace feels so right, and yet... there's something missing. I pull back slightly, searching your eyes. "Is everything okay?" I ask gently, concerned about the reason why you called for me in the first place.

I bite my lip, hurt and anger flaring up inside me at the same time. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Franky!" I exclaim, my eyes filling with tears. My mother has always been... difficult, but to say such a thing to you! You don't deserve this.

"It's not your fault, sweetheart," you reassure me gently, wiping away a tear that escapes down my cheek. "But it does make things a bit awkward... I mean, she is my cousin as well." You give me a sad smile. "Do you think maybe... maybe we could move in together? Just until this blows over? Then your parents can't interfere anymore."

My heart flutters at the thought of living with you, but I hesitate nonetheless. My mother won't like it one bit...

I look at you with an uncertain expression, my heart torn between wanting to be close to you and not wanting to further upset my mother. "I... I don't know, Franky. It's a big decision. But it could work." I bite my lip nervously. "I trust your judgment. And... I love you."

We sit there in silence for a moment, both lost in our own thoughts. You take my hand in yours, giving it a squeeze. "Let's make love and forget all this."

I smile up at you as you carry me to your bedroom, feeling the warmth spread through my body as our skin touches. Your strength and desire for me only fuels my own need for you in this moment. I wrap my legs around your waist, pressing myself more firmly against you, wanting nothing more than to forget about everything except us and this intense connection we share.

As you set me down on the bed, I'm suddenly shy, glancing away from your gaze. My heart thunders in my chest as you remove my clothes slowly, your hands lingering on every exposed inch of skin. When you join me beneath the sheets, I feel your hardness against me and can barely contain a moan. I arch into you, wanting more of your touch as you make love to me with a fierce passion that matches my own.

Your lips trail kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before returning to claim mine in a hungry kiss. I feel the bed shift as you push your head between my legs, promising the oral attention I so passionately crave.

I moan your name as you pay attention to every inch of my most sensitive flesh. The touch of your tongue on my clitoris feels like an electric shock running through my body, making me arch up off the bed and writhe against your face. My hips buck wildly as you lick and suck, driving me closer and closer to the edge, each powerful thrust of your tongue feeling impossibly good.

I thread my fingers through your hair, gripping tightly as I lose myself in the sensation of your mouth on me. "Oh god... Franky," I whimper, my voice already starting to break with the intensity of pleasure coursing through me. My orgasm builds and builds until finally it crashes over me like a wave, leaving me shuddering and gasping for air.

My voice is still hoarse with pleasure as I watch you lick your lips, clearly enjoying the taste of me on your tongue. The feel of your strong hands squeezing my breasts only adds to my sensory overload and I can't help but moan softly. You look up at me from where you are between my legs, your eyes dark with desire, and it only serves to further ignite the flames inside me.

I reach down, taking hold of your hardness and guiding it toward me, eager for the feeling of being filled once more by my trusted lover. You slip inside easily, pushing all the way in with a single powerful thrust that makes us both cry out. I wrap my legs around you, urging you to move as you begin to ride me hard and fast, our bodies slapping together in perfect rhythm.

I look up at you through half-lidded eyes, savoring every detail of your features: the stubble on your jawline, the way your muscles flex with each movement, the determination in your gaze as it remains locked on mine. I thread my fingers through your hair again, pulling gently until our foreheads are pressed together. "Fuck me, Franky," I beg breathlessly, needing you to take control and drive us both over the edge.

With an angry grunt and tightened grip on my hips, you slam into me hard and deep, claiming your right to dominate this moment between us. Your movements grow more erratic as you lose control, each thrust seemingly harder than the last. I can feel the tension building in my core, a familiar warmth spreading through me as my orgasm rushes closer and closer with every powerful thrust of yours.

I arch my back off the bed, gasping for air as waves of pleasure roll over me. My nails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake, but it only seems to spur you on further. With a primal growl, you pound into me relentlessly until finally, with a shuddering moan, your entire body tenses and releases, your warmth filling me as I am engulfed by the most intense orgasm yet.

Our breath comes in ragged gasps as we lie together on the bed, our bodies still joined in perfect harmony. My heart feels full to bursting with love for you, grateful for this time we shared despite everything that brought us here. The weight of what happened earlier with my mother threatens to drag me back down into despair, but your strength and passion for me manage to keep it at bay... for now.