Let me take the lead
Francisco's response was measured and calculated, his thoughts masked behind the impenetrable facade he wore so effortlessly.
Eventually, he rose from the couch, prompting a flicker of uncertainty on Emily's face.
However, her disappointment was short-lived as Francisco reached for a condom. A glimmer of satisfaction crossed Emily's face as she bit her lower lip, witnessing a potential victory in her pursuit.
She stood up and approached him, embracing him from behind, her soft bosom pressed against his back.
In a hushed tone, she spoke with calculated assurance,
Emily
I know you don't like to be romantic, and I don't need you to be. Just relax.
As Emily spoke, she turned to Francisco to face her, yet his stoic expression remained unchanged. Unfazed, she took the condom and proceeded to pull down her nightie, revealing her naked form before him.
Despite her boldness, Francisco's countenance offered no indication of surprise or desire.
Emily swallowed nervously, taking a deep breath to compose herself. She lightly pushed him onto the bed, her eyes locked onto his. A mix of anticipation and uncertainty filled the air.
Emily
You are hurt. Let me take the lead
She offered, her voice a delicate balance between confidence and vulnerability.
Francisco, without a word, complied, reclining on the bed with his hands behind his head.
Emily, her anticipation building, began to undress him further. As she exposed his bulge before her, the thought of whether to take the lead or calm herself down raced through her mind.
The sight before her left her heart pounding, and a surge of arousal coursed through her.
Ultimately, she chose the former.
As Emily tore the condom packet and expertly put it, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursed through her veins. She observed Francisco with his eyes closed, his head resting on his palm.
Emily bit her lips, a shy smile playing on them as she observed him. With a cautious approach, Emily moved up to his bulge, her uncertainty palpable. As she touched the top, she hesitated, unsure if she could fully accommodate him.
Taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, Emily slowly let him inside her. The sensations were a cocktail of pleasure and apprehension. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked at Francisco.
His stern expression remained unchanged; his eyes were still closed.
Emily began to move her waist and hips, feeling a connection that transcended the physical act. Tilted her head, she gazed at the man before her, silently expressing her love.
'I can give my life for you.'
'I'm used to your expressionless intimacy.'
'But still, I want more.'
Comments
siyu
author i like the story.but i have a request plz dont show these types of scenes where man takes the woman as a plaything only.he was so jealous with haZel dancing with other man .but now he is having sex with other woman .what kind of justification is that.
2024-01-25
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