𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

The soft glow of the evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm and intimate ambiance in the room. Claire and I sat on the couch, lost in a world of our own as our lips melded together in a passionate kiss. It was a dance of desire, a symphony of emotions that played out in the quiet space between us.

But like a gentle whisper interrupting a dream, I pulled away, breaking the kiss to gaze into Claire's eyes. A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I looked at her, her cheeks adorned with a rosy blush, her innocent yet concerned expression warming my heart.

Her soft voice broke the silence, "What?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for an explanation with a gentle note of vulnerability.

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers grazing her skin with a featherlight touch. "You look beautiful."

A playful glint danced in her eyes, and a shy smile played on her lips. Before either of us could say another word, I slipped my arms around her, effortlessly lifting her as her legs wrapped around my waist, creating a connection that felt like destiny fulfilled.

The feeling of her body against mine sent a rush of warmth through me, and I couldn't help but tighten my hold on her. Our lips met again. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, a rhythm that echoed my own. Her presence in my arms was both electrifying and soothing.

I found myself drawn to Claire like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull that had brought us to this moment. My heart raced as I lay atop her on my bed, her soft form beneath me, our breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the room. The air was thick with desire, and I could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric that separated us.

My lips traced a delicate path along her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. The taste of her skin was like a sweet addiction, each touch igniting a fire that coursed through my veins. Her eyes were closed, and I could sense the surrender in her body as she arched slightly, allowing me to explore every inch of her.

Her fingers laced down my back, tracing the contours of my muscles, and I couldn't help but shiver under her touch. It was as if every nerve in my body was attuned to her, responding to the magic of her caress. The desire that surged between us was palpable, a euphony of longing and connection that left me hungry for more.

"I can't get enough of you," I murmured against her skin, my words filled with a raw intensity that mirrored my emotions. Claire's presence was like a drug, addictive and all-consuming.

A playful smile curled her lips as she let out a soft, breathless laugh, her fingers continuing their exploration of my back. "This is so wrong."

My gaze met hers as I kissed my way lower, my eyes locking onto hers from between her legs, like a wolf savouring his prey.

"I know, darling," I said, my voice a low murmur that held a hint of mischief. "Want me to stop?"

"No," Claire replied, her voice a breathless sigh that conveyed consent.

In that moment, our desires intertwined and our boundaries blurred.

"Dante." She pleaded, gripping onto the bedsheets at the sensing of my lips against her skin.

I shifted my weight, climbing on top of her.

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I prod my hips against him rigidly, causing him to tighten his grip around me, before sliding into me. Both gasping as our bodies slowly merged together. His muscles quivered as he slid his full length inside of me, causing a short-winded groan to part from his chest.

"Oh, fuck." He exhales, holding me against him firmly.

His breath fanned against my neck, sending a wave of enticement through my body. He runs his fingers up my abdomen, taking my breast in his hand.

I grunt sensing him harden inside of me.

I fixed myself on my elbows as I lean in and kissed his neck. My lips teasing him and making him shiver with desire. He pants hard, thrusting himself into me. "Stop doing that, love." He lets out a small moan of pleasure, his body responding to your touch. "I want this to last."

Without warning, I switch positions pinning Dante underneath me without breaking our connection. His body now pressing up against mine, feeling his heartbeat pounding in his body, as his hands slide down my thighs.

"Fuck, you take me so well." He whimpered, gripping onto me as I begun to straddle him.

He placed his hands on my hips guiding my pace and syncing our movements, as he circled my clit with his fingers. My knees trembled, starting to give in to the rush of pleasure washing from inside me.

Taking control of my composure, I fastened my movements, watching him as he throws his head back in satisfaction.

"Oh, love slow down. I'm going to -" His eyebrows pinched together in urge and his eyes begging.

I spring onto him. The sound of skin against skin lost somewhere in the darkness of that evening. Panting, he spread my legs wider as I rode him, catching a glimpse of our connected bodies. He was on edge.

"That's it. Oh, fuck." He grunted, bucking his hips as he held still onto my hips, spilling deep inside of me.

His body frail and discomposed, despite its muscular physique, shuddering beneath me at its release. His muscles spasm, as he pulls out of me dripping with arousal.

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ꫝꫀꪶꫀꪀꪖ: wear condoms.

p.s. i have no idea how to write smut. thanks for reading though.

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