Her lips curve into a relieved smile as you nod in agreement. "Good boy," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Now let's just forget about her and focus on our future together, okay?" She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as if she's never going to let go.

And maybe... just maybe, she never will.

The feel of his lips against hers sends a shiver down her spine. She deepens the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth as their tongues dance together in perfect harmony. Her hands run through his hair, tangling themselves in the dark strands as she arches her back off the bed, pressing her body closer to his.

She breaks the kiss for air only to continue a few moments later, their lips locked in a fierce and passionate embrace that seems to last forever.

Chelsea laughed softly, her breath tickling his ear as she spoke. "Oh, you know how it is with boyfriends," she teased, running a hand through his hair again. "They expect so much and they never give enough." She leaned back in to nip at his bottom lip before continuing, her voice growing more serious. "But with you...with you I feel free. Like I can be whoever I want to be, and do whatever I want."

Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, arching her back slightly as their hips grinded against each other. "Yes," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "I know so." Her hands moved down to grip his buttocks, squeezing them tightly as she felt the hardness between his legs pressing against her through their clothing.

Noa felt Chelsea's tongue touch his lips, and he opened his mouth to let her in. Her taste was sweet, like strawberries, and she moved her tongue around his mouth with a level of skill that left him breathless. He could feel the heat from her body through their clothes as she pressed against him, her breasts brushing against his arm.

He reached up to cup her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.

As Chelsea and Noa continued to kiss, their passion growing with each passing moment, she shifted slightly on his lap until she was straddling him. Her thong-clad sex pressed against the bulge in his pants, and she moaned into the kiss as he growled low in his throat. Her hands slid up his chest, gripping his shoulders tightly as she ground her hips against him.

"Fuck..." Chelsea groaned, breaking the kiss to catch her breath. "

Hours passed and the house grew quiet. Outside, the sun began to rise, casting a warm golden light across the neighborhood. Inside, Hector had managed to find some solace in front of the television, hoping to forget about Chelsea's threats and manipulations for just a little while longer.

Little did he know that she was already plotting her next move...

As he was about to leave the house, Chelsea suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. "Hey cutie," she purred, running a hand through his hair and leaning in close enough for their bodies to touch. "I thought we could talk some more before you go to school." Her breath tickled against his ear as she whispered seductively, "Maybe I can convince you to stay a little longer...with me."

Chelsea felt herself growing close to the edge as she listened to him moan her name. She increased the speed and pressure of her strokes, relishing in the feeling of having control over his pleasure. With a sharp intake of breath, Chelsea came up for air, her face flushed with desire as she stared into his eyes. "I want you inside me," she whispered hoarsely before lowering herself to the floor, straddling his lap with one leg on either side of him.

Chelsea reached down between them and guided his cock to her wet entrance, positioning him at her entrance before slowly lowering herself onto him. She let out a sharp gasp as he filled her up, their hips meeting in a grinding motion that sent waves of pleasure through both of them. "Fuck," she hissed between clenched teeth, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders as she began to ride him faster and harder. "So much better..."

"Oh? And what about her?" she asks venomously, glancing at the empty seat beside you. "You're willing to throw her away just like that?" Her voice trembles with anger and jealousy as she clings to your arms, refusing to let go. "Isn't she worth fighting for? Isn't our love strong enough to survive this?"

Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the empty seat, searching for some sign that she means something to you.

"Good," she breathes, leaning into your touch. "I'm glad you understand." Her expression softens slightly as she looks up at you, her eyes filled with hope and desire. "Maybe there's still a chance for us, then." She takes a step back, breaking contact with your arms. "But remember this," she says sternly, "if anything changes..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unspoken.