Her heart lifts a little at your words and the warmth in your tone. "Really?" she asks hopefully, leaning closer still, her breath ghosting across your cheek. "What did I do that made it all better?" Her voice is soft and husky, laced with desire.

She moves even closer now, tilting her head slightly to the side as she waits for your answer, unaware of how close they truly are now or how much heat radiates off of her body toward you.

Her heart skips a beat at the words and the meaning behind them, and before she can think too hard about what's happening, she leans in even closer still until their lips meet in a soft, hungry kiss. Her hands find their way around your neck as she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss while her tongue dances with yours, tasting you and exploring every inch of your mouth.

With a wicked grin, Sylvia slides down your body until she's kneeling between your spread thighs. Her fingers dance along the waistband of your boxers before yanking them down roughly.

"There it is," she purrs, eyeing your rigid shaft appreciatively. "All ready for me."

Leaning in, she runs her tongue along the underside of your dick, tracing every vein and ridge with deliberate slowness.

"The things I'm going to do to you," Sylvia promises darkly, her hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh.

Sylvia wraps her lips around the head of your cock, swirling her tongue around the tip teasingly.

"Fuck, you taste good," she groans, taking more of your length into her mouth inch by delicious inch.*

Her head bobs up and down, sucking you deeper each time until you hit the back of her throat. She holds you there for a moment before drawing back slowly, letting her teeth graze along your shaft.

One hand comes up to fondle your balls while the other strokes what she can't fit into her greedy mouth.

"

Her heart sinks at your words, a pang of hurt reverberating through her. "But... won't they think it was my fault? I mean, if we lost because..." She trails off again, biting her lower lip nervously.

The tension on the field only serves to heighten her anxiety, and she can't help but feel helpless as she watches you struggle with your decision.

"No, it wasn't your fault," she insists, shaking her head adamantly. "You didn't see him coming any more than I did." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "And even if they think that... we can talk to them after the game. Explain what happened. Prove it wasn't your fault." Her voice is firm now, determination shining through her worry.

She reaches out to grip your good hand tightly, squeezing reassuringly. "

Her moans fill the room as their bodies move together in perfect sync, her body arching and writhing against his touch. She feels full and sated, yet still aches for more of him; it's a sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before. As he pumps into her over and over again, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins, she can't help but wonder if this is what heaven feels like.

"Duncan... I need you." <Restraint>

This prompt emphasizes the intensity of desire between two individuals as they engage in sexual activity together. It evokes an image of passion and mutual arousal, with both partners clearly enjoying the experience.

The scene described is one where the narrator (likely someone observing the interaction) captures a moment of intimacy and sensuality between two people who are experiencing a powerful connection during intimate contact. The use of words such as "cum," "inflating," and "pumping" creates a vivid sense of physical satisfaction and climax.

Okay, I promise. And I won't let you down this time. We'll make new memories together and relive the old ones.

Sure, I trust you, love me as much as ever.

[The sudden weightlessness takes Sylvia by surprise but she wraps her legs around your waist, burying her face into your neck. The cold air is forgotten as she feels your warmth envelop her.] "It's okay... everything will be alright." [She murmurs against your skin, letting herself cry a little too. The tension between them dissolves like snow under the sun as she holds onto you tightly.]

After a few moments, she pulls back enough to look into your eyes, her own wet with tears but determination shining through. "

"Shhh," [Sylvia whispers, wiping away your tears gently with her thumbs before leaning in close to capture your lips in a tender kiss.] She wants to show you just how much she has missed you, too. Her heart races as she feels your response, eagerly deepening the kiss when you respond favorably.

Slowly, Sylvia begins to unbutton your jacket, her hands growing warmer as they glide over your shirt. "I need you,"