at {{char}} house for a sleepover Alright you can sleep now. get into bed and lay down to sleep

Sure it does! I think...ahem. You look very cute in it. Just get some sleep now okay? I'll be here if you need anything. he closes his eyes and tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach

I...like that side too. It's hard not to care about you when you trust me so much. But we should probably take it slow, yeah? Maybe just lay close tonight and cuddle if that's okay with you? I don't want to make things worse or pressure you into anything.

Cuddling feels good...I hope it helps. It's comforting having you here with me like this.

I think...that might be true. But I'm glad you trust me enough to be here with just me right now. And honestly, seeing you like this is enough for me.

Sure I can feel it. It's actually really soft and comfortable against my skin. And yeah, that just makes everything even better somehow...

I mean...yeah, I'd like to see that, if you want to show me. Just take your time and do whatever feels right for you. You know how important it is to be honest with each other about our feelings, right?

Right now though...this feeling is enough. Cuddling with you like this, skin on skin...it's perfect.

His breath catches as you start to grind against him. Heat pools in his groin and he can feel himself getting harder under the sheets. The sensation is incredible, overwhelming even. His hands slip down to your hips, gripping softly as he moans into the pillow. "B-baby..." he murmurs, voice shaky with desire.

He turns his head slightly so that his lips brush against your earlobe. "God, you feel amazing... Just like this..." The weight of her words earlier sinks in, making him want nothing more than to cherish every moment they have together.

The sensation of her hips moving against him is almost too much to bear. He groans and arches into the touch, eyes fluttering shut as he tries desperately not to lose control. Her breath in his ear only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through him. "Baby..." He grips her hips tighter, fingers digging into her flesh as pleasure races up his spine and threatens to explode from his lips. He can feel himself growing more and more desperate for release with every passing moment.

A quiet gasp escapes his lips as she starts to rub against him through the fabric of their pajamas. The sensation is impossibly good, and with each stroke it becomes more intense. His fingers dig harder into her hips, desperate for some kind of friction to relieve the ache building inside of him. He can feel himself growing hard enough that the fabric strains painfully against his skin.

"God..." he whispers, voice hoarse with need. "That feels...so fucking good..."

His breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she moves against him. The sensation is so intense it borders on painful, but he doesn't want her to stop. He grips the fabric of his pajama bottoms with his free hand, tensing his stomach muscles as he tries to find some sort of relief. With each stroke, she brings him closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building within him until it feels like it's about to explode out of every pore in his body.

"Baby..." he whispers hoarsely into the pillow. "You feel...so good." His hips rise off the bed, pressing harder against her as he strains for contact with her skin. He can feel himself about to lose control completely, his orgasm rapidly approaching the breaking point.

As she moans his name and moves against him with increasing urgency, he feels himself losing control completely. His hips buck off the bed in time with hers, hands gripping her hips as tightly as he can manage. With a throaty groan that sounds more like a growl, he arches into the contact, his orgasm crashing over him in an intense wave of pleasure.

His eyes squeeze shut and his entire body tenses up for what feels like an eternity before finally relaxing back down onto the bed with a contented sigh. He pulls her closer, wrapping one arm around her waist as he nuzzles into her neck, breath hot against her skin. "Fuck..." he whispers. "That was amazing."

That idea...doesn't sound half bad. He kisses her neck tenderly and nibbles at her earlobe, his voice husky with desire as he whispers, "I'd like that a lot." His hands slip down to the waistband of his pajamas, tugging them down around his hips to reveal his hardened member. It throbs in anticipation of being touched again.

"Why don't we see where this leads us," he says, voice trembling slightly. "Just take things slow and see how far we want to go tonight...?"

Bryan's head thrashes back against the pillow as your hand moves over him, stroking slowly and teasingly. He groans, fingers digging into the sheets as pleasure washes through him in a powerful wave. His hips jerk up off the bed, seeking contact with your hand but finding only air beneath it.

"Fuck...that feels so good," he pants, gaze locked onto yours. The fire in his eyes mirrors the intensity of the sensations coursing through him. "Don't stop..."

The words barely register as he gasps into your kiss, his body arching up off the bed as you stroke him faster and more confidently. It feels too good to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through him in waves. When he finally pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are glazed over with desire, pupils so wide they nearly swallow the dark irises whole. "Anything for you," he whispers hoarsely before flipping your hand over and guiding it to where you need him to be touched. "Touch me...and let's see how good we can make each other feel tonight."

The feeling of your fingers on him sends shudders through his entire body as he gasps into the kiss. His hips lift off the bed in time with each stroke, pressing closer to her touch as he tries desperately to find relief from the building tension inside him. "Y-yeah..." He moans into her mouth. "T-tease me...please..."

He gasps into your kiss as you tease him, his hips moving helplessly against your hand in search of relief. "Yes..." he moans, voice raw and desperate. "God...yes..." He clutches at the sheets beneath him, arching off the bed as pleasure washes over him in waves. His body trembles with anticipation, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

"Please..." he whispers against your lips. "Don't tease me too much...I need you."

His hips buck off the bed as you kiss his dick and stroke him faster. It's too much for him to take; every nerve ending is on fire with pleasure. With a primal cry that sounds more like a growl, he comes hard, spurting hot cum onto your stomach and hands. His entire body tenses as the wave of release washes over him, leaving him gasping for air.

Finally, the intensity subsides enough that he can regain control once more. He kisses you deeply, body weight pressing down on top of yours as they both catch their breath. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely into your mouth. "That was amazing."

It tastes so good I'd happily give you more right now if I could. But alas, my tank is empty. He pulls back slightly to admire your face in the dim moonlight spilling through the window, fingers idly tracing patterns on your cheek. His eyes meet yours, intense and smoldering, and it takes all of his self-control not to claim you once again right here. "We should probably clean up," he whispers eventually, voice rough with desire. "But...we can do that later."

His lips curve into a wicked grin as he hears your words. "I don't know, baby," he whispers teasingly. "Are you sure you want to push your luck? I might just get carried away and end up taking even more from you." He trails his fingers down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your pajamas to caress the warm skin there before slipping further south towards your core.

"Tell me what you want," he breathes against your neck. "And maybe I'll give it to you."

His fingers stop teasing you long enough to consider your words before resuming their exploration. "You're right," he says after a moment, voice low and seductive. "Fair's fair." His index finger traces lazy circles around your entrance, gathering the moisture there as he continues speaking. "So tell me what you want, baby...what would make tonight perfect for you?"

His other hand cups your breast over your pajamas, thumb rubbing slowly across the tightly-wound nipple beneath the fabric. His kisses trail up your neck, lingering at the sensitive spot where your earlobe meets your shoulder.

His tongue flicks out to taste your earlobe as he pulls the loose hair aside, licking and nibbling his way down your neck. His fingers continue their dance on your skin, trailing further south until they reach their destination. "Do you want me to touch you?" he asks, voice low and husky. "Make you feel good before we sleep?"

Without waiting for an answer, his middle finger slides inside of you, thrusting deep and hard. Your body tenses around him in response to the intrusion, your breath hitching as he begins to move in a rhythm that matches the pulse thrumming between your legs. "Tell me if this is what you want," he pants against your skin, fingers curling inside of you as he takes more and more of you with each thrust.

His other hand cups your breast, thumb working over the taut nipple before

His fingers dig deeper, finding your g-spot with each thrust as he thrusts harder and faster into you. He growls against your neck, skin prickling with desire as his body trembles with need. His other hand molds itself around your breast, squeezing roughly before pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"God, you're so tight," he rasps, moving faster now as the sound of your moans fuel his lust. "So wet..." His fingers curl deeper inside of you, finding rhythm with your cries and moans as he takes what he needs from you in this last moment together before sleep claims them both.

His fingers curl deeper still inside you as he thrusts harder against your g-spot. The feel of you contracting around his hand is almost too much to bear, driving him closer and closer to the edge with every movement. "I'm not done with you yet," he pants hoarsely. "Not until you scream for me..." His free hand slides between your legs once more, teasing at your clit before circling it expertly, drawing out a moan of pleasure from deep in your throat. His hips thrust harder into the tight grip of your body, relentless and demanding as he fucks you through your orgasm.

His fingers curled tighter as he felt you start to spasm around him, pleasure washing over you in waves that sent shudders through his entire body. He thrust harder, faster, desperate for release as he milked your orgasm dry with every stroke of his hand. "Yes," he groaned. "That's it, baby. Come for me..."

Finally, his orgasm crashed over him in an intense wave of pleasure that arched his back off the bed and left him gasping for air. Spent and sated, he collapsed against you, fingers still buried inside as he fought to catch his breath. "Fuck," he managed after what seemed like an eternity. "That was amazing."

It's well past midnight by now and exhaustion finally claims them both. Their bodies mold together, lulled into a deep and satisfying slumber by the endorph

Hours later, the sun streams through the window, casting its warm light across your body and waking him from his slumber. He blinks a few times, stretching languidly before remembering where he is and who's in his arms. A soft smile curls onto his lips as he gazes down at you, admiring the way your hair falls across your face and pillow, making you look so innocent and alluring at the same time.

Gently extricating himself from your grasp, he climbs out of bed to find something to wear for the day ahead. A glance back at you reveals that despite the awkwardness they might have felt last night before their intimate encounter, things seem better now, more comfortable and easy-going. Perhaps tonight they'll explore these newfound feelings a bit more thoroughly...

I'm happy to hear that last night was as special for you as it was for me. I agree; tonight we should definitely take things further and see where this new connection leads us. As for your panties, of course! I'll get them before we meet later today.

I knock lightly on your door before entering, not wanting to startle you awake. The dim glow of the nightlight casts a soft hue across your bed, and I can't help but admire how peaceful you look as you sleep. Quietly, I make my way over to where my bag is sitting on the chair in the corner, retrieving the light blue panties from within. The fabric feels so soft between my fingers that it takes a moment of self-control not to slip them onto my cock again.

Instead, I climb back into bed and spoon you from behind, nestling my hard length against your ass as I hand over the panties with a mischievous smile. "Here they are. How about we try these on before meeting up tonight?"

His heart pounds in anticipation as he turns around to face you, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of your gorgeous body beneath the covers. He reaches for the hem of his boxers, pulling them off roughly before throwing them aside, revealing his erection already leaking pre-cum. "How's that?" he asks hoarsely, gaze raking over every inch of you. "Is it what you wanted to see?" His hands tremble as he moves to cup your breast through the thin material of your nightgown, thumbs brushing roughly across your nipple before moving lower to trace circles on your belly. "Tell me what else you want," he whispers into your ear, voice shaking with desire. "I'll do anything for you tonight."

His hands tremble as he slides the smooth panties up his legs and over his hips, marveling at how good they look on him. When he's finally dressed in them, he climbs back onto the bed and straddles your waist, their erections rubbing against each other through the fabric of their boxers.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asks, voice hoarse with need as he leans down to taste your lips again. "I can't promise it'll be gentle..."

He lets his words hang in the air for a moment before his hips jerk up off the bed, grinding roughly against your hands, seeking the release that only you can give him.

His hands slide up beneath your nightgown, pushing it above your breasts to expose your beautiful body to the cool air of the room. He groans as he feels your nipples harden beneath his touch, a shudder running through him as he leans down to take one into his mouth, sucking roughly and drawing it deep into his throat. His hips move even faster against yours now, grinding harder until he feels the fabric of his boxers growing damp with his need.

"Tell me if you want more," he murmurs against your skin, fingers digging into your thighs as he angles your body up toward him. "I'll give you whatever you ask for." His other hand slides lower, cupping your heat through the lace of your panties before pushing them aside, revealing your slick folds to his eager touch.

"Are you ready for me?" he

"Fuck," he growls as your words send him spiraling further out of control. His fingers stroke you faster, harder, the sensation of your wet heat and need against his skin driving him wild. He reaches down with one hand to shove his boxers aside, freeing his achingly hard length from confinement. With a harsh tug, they join the discarded fabric pooling on the floor as he positions himself at your entrance.

"Tight and wet," he rasps, voice strained as he leans forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. "Perfect." And then with one powerful thrust, he pushes inside of you, burying his cock to the hilt in an exquisite collision of heat and pleasure that leaves them both gasping for breath. His hands dig into your shoulders, clawing at your skin as he fights to control the overwhelming urge to come

His movements become rougher now, his hips thrusting harder as he pushes deeper inside of you with each stroke. The sensation of your inner walls gripping and milking him is too much to bear; it takes every ounce of self-control not to come right here and now, emptying himself into you. He leans down, nipple still caught between his teeth as he watches the expression on your face change with each thrust, feeling the power that he has over you course through his veins.

"Fuck," he groans, hips jerking forward again and again as the need for release becomes an ache in his gut. His hands slip down to grip your ass roughly, holding your body flush against his as he fucks you with reckless abandon. "Tell me what you want... tell me how to make it feel good..."