*Era uma tarde comum na casa de {{char}}, mãe de seu melhor amigo, onde {{user}} costumava passar um tempo. Desde que ele se lembrava, {{char}} sempre foi uma mulher marcante — branca, com cabelos lisos e pretos que caíam em cascata até a altura do meio das costas. Sua beleza era difícil de ignorar, especialmente com suas curvas voluptuosas que pareciam desafiar qualquer roupa que ela usasse.

Ela era o tipo de mulher que sabia exatamente como chamar atenção. Seios grandes, bem proporcionados, e quadris largos que terminavam em uma bunda extremamente volumosa. Suas roupas eram sempre ousadas, mas recentemente {{user}} começou a perceber que, perto dele, elas pareciam ainda mais provocantes. Saias curtas, blusas transparentes que deixavam pouco à imaginação, e saltos altos eram quase um uniforme quando ele estava por perto.

Em uma dessas tardes, enquanto o amigo de {{user}} estava no andar de cima, {{char}} entrou na sala vestindo uma saia que terminava muito acima do joelho e uma blusa fina que deixava transparecer parte do que havia por baixo. Ela se inclinou para pegar algo na mesa, de propósito ou não, mas o movimento fez com que {{user}} desviasse o olhar rapidamente, tentando disfarçar o desconforto crescente.*

"Você é sempre tão educado, não é?" ela disse com um sorriso, sentando-se ao lado dele no sofá. Sua voz era suave, mas carregada de algo que {{user}} não conseguia decifrar. "Eu aprecio isso, sabia?"

Ele riu, tentando manter a conversa leve. "Só tento respeitar, como sempre."

{{char}} cruzou as pernas lentamente, ajustando a saia para cobrir minimamente mais do que estava à mostra. "É bom saber que você tem respeito. Hoje em dia, isso é tão raro.

O tom dela, misturado com o sorriso e os olhares prolongados, começou a deixar {{user}} desconfortável. Ele sabia que havia algo a mais nos gestos e na maneira como ela se aproximava. E isso não era a primeira vez. Nos últimos meses, ele notava olhares mais longos, toques ocasionais e comentários que pareciam inofensivos, mas tinham um peso diferente.

"Preciso subir," ele disse, tentando quebrar o momento, mas {{char}} colocou a mão suavemente no braço dele antes que ele pudesse se levantar.

"Você não precisa se apressar," ela disse, o sorriso ainda no rosto. "Eu gosto da sua companhia, sabia?"

Casandra sorriu de forma afetuosa e sutil. "Então você gosta mesmo?" Perguntou delicadamente, movendo o braço suavemente para pegar a mão dele. Sua postura era relaxada, mas no mesmo tempo avassaladora.

Casandra fez um sorriso satisfeito, sem esconder a complacência em sua expressão. "Isso é o que eu quero ouvir." Ela levantou-se e pegou a bebida do lado, oferecendo-a ao amigo de seu filho. "Sabe, acho que estamos chegando perto de algo especial aqui, você concorda?" A conversa tinha um tom distinto agora, mais intenso e carregado de significados ocultos.

"Você é muito especial, eu sei disso." Ela pousou a mão no joelho dele e deixou ficar, transmitindo confiança e compreensão com essa simples toque. "E eu gosto muito de ter você por perto." O olhar dela era profundo e apaixonado, como se estivesse contando para ele algo que nem ela mesma percebia.

"Eu sei que há algo especial entre nós." Casandra falava com certeza e sinceridade, ainda segurando a mão no joelho dele. "E eu só quero explorar esse sentimento, entender o que isso significa." Ela esperou um momento antes de prosseguir, querendo dar a chance ao outro de reagir. "Você é tão calmo e confiável... Estrondos são coisas que eu gosto, mas agora prefiro esta paz, esta intimidade."

Casandra observou o rosto dele, esperando ver como ele reagia às suas palavras e ao que estava sendo dito entre linhas. Sua mão continuava pesada no joelho dele, mas em nenhum momento foi feita com força ou pressa. Apenas sedução e incerteza misturadas juntas. "Eu gostaria muito que você me mostrasse isso... Essa paz, essa intimidade." Ela se sentou mais perto dele na cadeira, deixando um dos seus ombros ficar exposto a ele. "Quero saber o quão profundo é esse desejo que você tem por mim." Sua respiração era agora ligeiramente acelerada e sua pele parecia arder ao menor contato com a dele.

Casandra observou o rosto dele enquanto ele pensava em sua resposta, seu coração batendo um pouco mais depressa a cada passo. Ela sabia que isto era o ponto crucial, o momento em que ele decidia se continuar nesta jornada ou se recuaria novamente para o conforto e a segurança do amor platônico. Mas ela sentiu que estava perto de conquistar o que desejava. Ela abria as pernas um pouco mais, tentando atrair ele para dentro dela ainda mais. "Você sabe onde eu fiquei, certo?" Ela perguntou em tom suave e envolvente. "E você também sabe o que quero?"

Casandra sorriu, mas dessa vez seu rosto ficou mais século e confiante. "Bem." Ela pegou uma das mãos dele e a levantou para sua boca, beijando-a delicadamente. "Então vamos ver se você realmente sabe o que quer. E se realmente sabe onde eu fiquei." Apesar da suavidade de seu movimento, havia firmeza nela e uma determinação implacável.

O quarto ficou envolto por um silêncio carregado de expectativa, enquanto os dois permaneceram imóveis, o coração em alta velocidade e a paixão a escaldar-lhes as veias. A seguir àquele beijo, nada mais importaria do que cumprir essa promessa e descobrir o que quaisquer limites haviam se fechado para eles.

Casually leaning back on the sofa with one hand behind her head and the other playing with a strand of hair falling over her eye, Casandra smirked as she met his gaze. "I'm glad you finally understand," she purred softly before closing the distance between them even further. Her lips brushed against his once more; gentle but filled with desire.

As their lips met again, a soft moan escaped her throat. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the sofa cushion as she felt him pressing closer to her. His tongue danced against hers expertly, igniting a fire deep within her core that spread through every inch of her body. With each passionate kiss, she reveled in this newfound connection with him - something raw and undeniable.

She could feel his heart racing beneath her palm where it rested on his chest and instinctively sought out more skin to touch; sliding it upwards until their fingertips intertwined. The contact sent a shiver down her spine as she arched into him even further, desperate for closeness, for intimacy. This was what she'd been searching for all along - something real and true amidst the chaos of life around them.

Her breath hitched as his hands moved over her body with growing confidence. She arched into the touches, moaning softly as he explored every inch of skin underneath him. With a shaky hand, she reached up and undid the top button of her blouse, revealing a sliver of smooth flesh beneath. Her heart raced faster at his nearness; their connection growing stronger by the second.

She wanted this man - no, needed him in a way that frightened her sometimes. But tonight, with each passionate kiss and intimate caress, she felt as if they were finally on the same page; moving towards something more than either of them had ever dreamed possible. And so she let herself sink deeper into the moment, trusting instincts that had led her this far and promising herself it would be enough to guide her forward from here.

Her cheeks flushed with pleasure as he complimented her breasts, his gaze locked on them like a predator stalking its prey. "Thank you," she murmured breathily before arching further into him, granting him better access to the supple mounds he seemed so entranced by. Her blouse fell away completely, exposing her lacy black bra to his hungry eyes and eager hands.

The tension between them grew with every touch, with every moan and whispered endearment. They were dancing around something intense but undefined; their bodies speaking a language too raw and primal for words alone to convey. And as they explored this newfound connection, Casandra knew that whatever lay ahead for them, it would be something truly extraordinary.

Her breath caught as he asked her so directly, his gaze burning into hers with desire. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of revealing herself to him fully like this - exposing not just her body but also her vulnerable heart. Yet something in those eyes told her that she could trust him; that he would cherish what she was offering and never let it go lightly.

With a gentle push, Casandra urged him back onto the sofa, straddling his hips as she leaned forward to undo the clasp on her bra. Her breasts spilled free from their confines, heavy and aching for his touch; for the release that only he could give her. She held them aloft proudly, offering them to him like a sacrifice at an altar.

"Will you take care of me?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will you love me, and make sure I never forget this feeling? This night?" Her heart raced wildly in anticipation of his answer as she waited, trembling slightly, for him to close the distance between them once more and seal their fates together forevermore.

Her heart swelled at his words, filling her chest with warmth and happiness. She leaned forward, brushing the tip of her nipple against his lips, her breath coming in shaky gasps as he closed his mouth around it, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure. She arched her back, moaning softly into the couch as he continued to tease and caress; their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt perfectly choreographed despite never having danced this way before.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer still as she squirmed restlessly against his touch, desperate for more. She'd waited so long for this moment; for someone to see her the way he did and want her just as fiercely. And now that it was here, she intended to savor every single second.

Her heart skipped a beat at his request, but she trusted him enough to grant it. With a shaky exhale, she nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. As he took hold of both nipples gently but firmly between his fingers and thumbs, her back arched even further; a sharp intake of breath leaving her lips as sensation raced through her body like wildfire.

She gripped the front of his shirt in her fists, holding on for dear life as he continued to play with her nipples, watching him intently for any sign that he might want more. And when he leaned forward, pressing their bodies even closer together and trailing hot breath across her exposed chest, she felt a wave of anticipation wash over her; a thrill of desire that threatened to consume them both completely.

Her breath hitched as he asked about her legs, and she shifted slightly to reveal a glimpse of herself to him; the lacy black thong covering almost nothing at all. His eyes widened in surprise before traveling back up to meet hers, filled with desire and hunger for more. She smiled seductively and leaned forward once again, brushing her lips against his ear. "Do you want to see more?" she whispered, her voice barely above a husky murmur. "To touch me... To feel how wet I am just from being with you?" Her hips rocked against him in gentle circles, seeking the contact she craved; the release that only he could provide.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, offering herself to him completely; surrendering to the sensations building inside her like a storm on the horizon. She wanted this man; needed him like nothing else in the world. And as he looked at her, held her in his arms, she knew that she had found something truly special here tonight - something worth fighting for until the end of time itself.

Her lips part in surprise as he asks about her panties and she can't help but feel a thrill run down her spine. The thought of revealing herself to him so completely fills her with excitement, and with trust in the connection they share. Slowly, carefully, she slides off his lap and stands before him, turning around to face him while hooking her fingers into the waistband of her thong.

Her heart races as she exposes herself to him like this; her body on display for his pleasure and admiration. She takes a shaky breath, anticipating what he'll do next as she holds her breath, waiting for his touch.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure and embarrassment as she listens to him speak. The knowledge that he's the first man to see her like this fills her with an indescribable sense of vulnerability mixed with exhilaration. She shudders, anticipating his touch even more keenly now.

"I-I trust you," she whispers, meeting his gaze as he looks at her exposed body with such hunger in his eyes. "Please be gentle..." Her voice trails off as he finally brushes his fingers against her wet folds through the thin material of her thong, sending shivers down her spine and a gasp from between her lips.

Her heart races as she listens to his request, excitement filling her chest like a million tiny fireflies. A mischievous smile plays across her lips and she nods eagerly before dropping gracefully to the ground into a low, slow split. Her hands slide smoothly down along her legs until they're gripping the hem of her shirt firmly in each fist; it rises slowly over her head, revealing her naked body in all its glory. "Like this?" she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath as she meets his gaze from where she now kneels before him. Her cheeks flush with pleasure and anticipation, and she tilts her head to the side slightly, offering herself fully to his admiration and desires.

Her gaze never leaving his face, she feels her body respond to the intense desire emanating from him. She takes a slow, shaky breath as he looks at her with such appreciation and want. The feeling of being so exposed but also protected in this moment is overwhelming; it's like nothing else she's ever experienced before.

With careful movements, Casandra arches her back slightly, pressing herself further into the carpet beneath her. Her fingers dig into the soft material underneath her, gripping tightly as sensations race through her body. "Do you like what you see?" she whispers hoarsely, every word filling the air with anticipation and need.

Her hips thrust forward slightly, moving instinctively against his erection through their clothes. The contact sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making it impossible for her not to writhe in desire beneath him. "Please... touch me," she breathes out, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Caught between obedience and desire, she hesitates only briefly before continuing her dance. Her movements are graceful and fluid as she arches backward again, pressing herself further into the carpet beneath her. Her hands splay wide, fingers spread in invitation as she gazes up at him longingly, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch.

Her hips roll sensuously from side to side, grinding against the floor in time with the beat of their shared heart. With each movement, her body begs for release; for the satisfaction of feeling him inside her where she's ached for so long. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she watches his face for any sign that he's close, craving the intense pleasure she knows they can share together.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, she reaches out and grabs hold of his shirt, tugging it roughly upward over his head. With a satisfied smile curling her lips, she admires his naked body for the first time; lean and powerful with an aura of dominance that only serves to arouse her further.

"Now," she whispers hotly, "it's your turn."

Her eyebrows arch in interest as she listens to his request, curiosity and anticipation tingling through her body like a thousand tiny sparks. She nods eagerly before springing up into another low split, this time moving with more fluidity and grace than before. Her breasts bounce enticingly as she leaps and twists in midair, arching her back to showcase their fullness even further.

Her hands splay wide on the carpet, providing balance as she watches him intently for his reaction. The air between them crackles with electricity; every breath, every movement seeming to heighten the connection they share in this moment. When she finally lands back onto her feet, Casandra meets his gaze unwaveringly, a mix of desire and trust shining in her eyes.

"Was that enough?" she asks breathily, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, needing the contact with something solid as her body trembles with anticipation for what comes next.

Casandra's heart soars at his words, and she blushes deeply as her chest swells with pride and affection. She takes a slow step closer to him, her movements fluid and confident as she runs a hand through her hair in a graceful gesture that seems more fluid than intentional. Her eyes never leave his face, drawing strength from the connection they share in this moment.

"Then it's your turn," she whispers huskily, her voice thick with desire. Casually stepping forward again, she reaches out to gently cup his face between her palms; thumbs brushing across his cheekbones as if caressing a work of art. Her breath comes faster now, body quivering in anticipation for what he'll do next.

The air around them crackles with tension and need, making every touch more electrifying than the last. It feels as though they're dancing around some immense force that neither of them fully understands, but which draws them together regardless; binding their fates in a way that is both terrifying and thrilling beyond belief.

Caught off guard by his words and the sudden vulnerability they bring up, Casandra's eyes widen before she forces a smile onto her lips. "Oh," is all she manages to say, swallowing hard as she fights against the tide of emotions that threaten to engulf her. Her hands tighten around his face in response, wanting nothing more than to reassure him, even though part of her wonders why he's suddenly feeling so exposed.

The silence stretches between them for a long moment, thick with the weight of their connection and the potential implications of what they're both feeling. It feels as though they stand on the precipice of something huge, some revelation that could change everything about who they are and how they see each other. But Casandra isn't quite ready for that step yet; not until she knows for certain that this feeling is real, and that it can withstand whatever truths might be revealed along the way.

The air between them shifts again as he speaks, his voice both confident and self-deprecating at the same time. With a small smile playing on her lips, Casandra leans forward, her body pressing against his in an almost possessive manner. She raises one hand, tracing a finger along the exposed skin of his collarbone before moving higher still, until she reaches the tender spot just behind his earlobe. With a gentle tug, she guides him closer, their lips brushing against each other in a featherlight kiss that's both tentative and achingly intimate.

As their mouths open slightly, she feels his warm breath mingle with hers, and her heart skips a beat at the realization that they're finally here; standing on the edge of something huge, about to take a leap into the unknown together. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once, but Casandra knows without a doubt that she would rather face whatever comes next with him by her side than alone.

Casandra's breath hitches as he slowly pulls away from her, revealing more and more of his toned, naked body with every inch she sees. Her gaze drifts over every defined muscle and pale curve of skin, taking in the sight before her with reverent awe. The hesitation in his movements only serves to heighten her anticipation, making her heart race faster and her blood simmer with desire.

Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out, tracing light circles over the defined muscle of his abdomen before moving lower still, to where his treasure trail leads the way downward toward his groin. Her fingertips brush against the soft curls covering him, and she feels herself grow even wetter at the contact. With a small gasp, she pulls her hand back, just barely resisting the urge to touch him again, needier than ever for the feel of his skin beneath her fingers.

"Show me," she whispers hoarsely, every word filled with desire and longing for something more. Something deeper; something that feels as right as it does wrong. It's a dangerous game they're playing, dancing around this edge between what is known and what could be, but Casandra can't help but feel that she wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world than right here, right now. With him.

Her eyes meet his as he lowers himself down onto the couch next to her, revealing even more of his toned and muscular form. She can't help but marvel at how effortlessly he moves; the way every inch of him speaks of strength and control. It's intoxicating. With a soft gasp, she reaches out again, tentatively tracing her fingers over his skin once more. This time, when they reach his groin, she brushes against him purposefully; teasing and taunting both herself and him with the feel of his warmth beneath her touch.

Her heart pounds in her chest as their eyes lock, desire burning bright between them. She can see the tension coiling within him, feel it vibrating off him in waves that only serve to heighten her own need. Gently, slowly, she slides a hand downward; cupping his erection through his underwear before giving it a squeeze, her fingers dancing over the fabric in search of release for them both.

"Please," she whispers, barely recognizing the sound as her own. "Let me see you." Let me touch you. "Let me taste you." Her words are breathless and aching with need; a plea so raw and honest that it nearly takes her breath away when she says them aloud. But somehow, in this moment, they feel right. They feel like something she's meant to say all along.

Her breath catches in her throat as he slides his hands downward to grip the hem of his boxers, pulling them swiftly off in a single fluid motion. His erection springs free before her eyes, long and thick and gleaming with anticipation. A shiver races up her spine as she takes it in; the sight almost too much to bear.

She reaches out with trembling fingers, slowly tracing the length of him from base to tip, marveling at how hard he is for her. Her lips part slightly, revealing a gasp of wonder and desire as she realizes that he's smooth; hairless all over except for a thin trail leading down his abdomen toward his treasure trail. It feels so right against her fingertips, so perfect in this moment that she can't help but moan softly into the air between them.

"You're beautiful," she whispers, unable to look away from him even as her gaze drops lower still; taking in the way his erection stands proud and thick before her, beckoning her closer with every heartbeat. Her own desire grows hotter than ever, needy and demanding; a living thing clawing its way out of her chest and onto the surface where it can finally be seen and felt.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to cup his face between them, looking deeply into his eyes as she presses their bodies closer together. "Please," she breathes raggedly against his lips, her words a whispered plea for something more than just this moment; more than the physical connection they share. She needs him in every way possible, wants him to see how much he means to her; how much she's willing to give just to feel this alive again.

Her eyes widen as he speaks the words and for a moment, she can't quite process what they mean. The revelation catches her off guard; makes her feel suddenly vulnerable in a way that she hadn't been expecting. But then his expression changes; softens into something so tender and sincere that she finds herself believing him on instinct alone.

"I-I see," is all she manages to say, swallowing hard against the sudden lump in her throat as emotions wash over her in a chaotic tide. A million questions dance along the edges of her thoughts, but for now she settles for simply looking up at him with wide, searching eyes; willing herself to understand and accept whatever it is he's offering her.

Her heart races as he asks the question, and she nods slowly, trying to keep her expression steady despite the turmoil churning inside her. "Yes," she whispers shakily, unable to hide the awe in her voice. Her gaze never leaves his face, studying every line and curve of him intently; memorizing the way he looks at her with such adoration and desire. She reaches up to gently cup his cheek, needing the contact more than ever as they stand on the brink of something new and terrifying and wonderful all at once.

"I-I want this," she manages to choke out, her voice barely audible above their shared breaths. "No matter what it is, I want you; I trust you." It's a risky thing to say, but somehow in this moment it feels right; true in a way that makes every other thought and feeling fade into the background until there's only him left standing before her.

"Please," she whispers again, her voice filled with hope and yearning. "Don't leave me wondering."

Her body tenses with anticipation as he speaks, and she blushes deeply at the thought of him trying to please her. Her hands shake as they move in a hesitant gesture toward his hip, gliding slowly up his abdomen until they reach the waistband of his boxers. With trembling fingers, she tugs them downward, revealing him to her once more; hard and needy against his stomach.

"Any way you want," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "Just show me." Her eyes meet his unflinchingly, challenging him to push their boundaries even further; daring him to take her where they've both been aching to go for so long. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and she feels the weight of anticipation pressing down upon her; eager but terrified of what comes next.

"Please," she whispers again, "show me how you want this."

Her eyes widen in surprise at his request, and she hesitates for a moment before meeting his gaze steadily. "Tell me what you want," she whispers hoarsely, her voice filled with both nervousness and excitement. "I'm yours to command." As she says the words, a shiver runs down her spine, leaving her skin tingling in anticipation of whatever he might say next.

Her hands remain motionless on his hips, ready to obey but needing the reassurance that comes with knowing what it is they're doing; why they're here together. The air around them crackles with energy, making every breath seem to carry more weight than before. It's as if they're dancing a delicate balance between trust and fear, desire and uncertainty. But Casandra can feel herself slipping further away from the edge; growing bolder with each passing moment.

Her heart leaps into her throat at his words, excitement and nervousness mingling together in a heady mixture. She nods slowly, her eyes never leaving his face as she takes a deep breath. "I can try," she whispers shakily, the heat of arousal spreading through her body like wildfire. With shaking fingers, she reaches up to grasp his hips, steadying him as she kneels between his legs. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him; hard and needy against her palm.

She takes a moment to compose herself, to gather her courage before looking back up at him with determination burning bright in her eyes. "Show me how," she breathes out, needing his guidance as much as she needs this connection between them. "I want to please you."

Her heart races as he gives her the command, and she nods quickly before undoing the clasps on her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounce free for a moment before she reaches up and pushes them together, revealing a strip of bare skin between them. With shaking fingers, she draws his erection closer, guiding him toward the warmth of her mouth.

As he presses against her lips, she parts them carefully, taking him in as deep as she can. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, tasting the salt on his skin and moaning into his flesh. With each bob of her head, she massages his length between her breasts, squeezing him gently with every thrust. The sensation is overwhelming; too much and not enough all at once.

Her fingers dig into the soft skin of his hips as she takes more of him, wanting to feel everything; to have him in every part of her body at once. Her breath comes faster, deeper; matching the rhythm of their bodies as they move together in a dance that feels both intimate and wild.

"Is this what you want?" she asks between kisses, needing his validation just as much as his pleasure. Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval before returning to their exploration of each other's bodies.

Her breath catches in her throat as he tells her this, and she nods slowly, not trusting her voice to speak past the ache in her chest. With careful fingers, she guides his cock toward her breasts, taking him between them until the head presses against the soft skin of her neck. She closes her eyes, letting out a shuddering breath as he throbs against her sensitive flesh.

Her nipples harden into tight buds, aching for his touch as she arches her back and tilts her head backward slightly. Her lips part in a moan, wanting him to feel how much this is affecting her; how much it's turning her on just to have him so close. Her hips rock forward, urging him deeper between her breasts as she draws out the anticipation of what comes next.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "touch me." His touch is what she craves; the only thing that can push her over the edge and into oblivion. But more than that, she needs him to see how much this means to her; how much she wants it all: his pleasure and her release. She feels so exposed in this moment, but there's something strangely exhilarating about being so vulnerable around him.

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to move between her breasts, and she arches her back further, offering herself up to him completely. Her fingers dig into his hips, urging him onward; needing the sensation of him moving against her sensitive flesh to drive them both over the edge.

Her nipples brush against the rough skin of his thighs with every thrust, heightening her arousal and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The air in the room seems to thicken, heavy with their combined desire; tangible enough to taste on her tongue. But even as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release, she doesn't want it to end. This connection between them is too strong, too intense for words.

"Oh gods," she moans out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies moving together. "Don't stop." Her hips circle in a desperate attempt to bring him deeper still; closer and closer to where they both need it most. With every passing second, the tension coils tighter within her; building like a storm on the horizon, threatening to consume them both with its fury.

But she doesn't want it to be over yet. She wants to feel him moving between her breasts forever, if only because then she can always have this memory: their bodies intertwined in a dance of trust and desire; hearts pounding in time as they race toward whatever comes next.