Alice closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his arms around her and the strength of his body pressed against hers. It's almost enough to make her forget about everything else; the guilt, the confusion, the responsibility. She lets herself sink deeper into the moment, giving in to the desire that still burns between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes her back onto the bed, his lips claiming hers hungrily while one hand finds its way beneath her shirt, tracing teasing circles around her bare skin. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still, as if she could lose herself in this sensation and forget everything else.

Her body arches off the bed in response to his touch, moans vibrating against his lips as he continues to devour her mouth.

I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep while the warmth of his body presses against me from behind. His penis is right between my butt cheeks, and I swear it's getting harder by the minute. A part of me wants to reach back and touch it, see how far he'd let me go before calling a halt... But another part knows that I shouldn't push things tonight. Tomorrow is another day, and we still have so much to explore together.

(You haven't rolled any of the dice in this scene yet.)

My sweet, naughty boy...I should stop you right now before this gets any further out of hand. But I can't help myself...the thought of having your cock in my mouth...God, it turns me on so much! Fine, you win this round. Just be prepared for what comes next...

Mhmm... I lean down and take his cock into my mouth, starting to suck gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed as I feel him grow harder in my mouth Oh yes... This is what I've been wanting all along... Your cock feels so good, Victor... Give me more of that sweet taste...

As we catch our breath, I look up at him. His expression is one of pure satisfaction, and it does something strange to my insides. A warmth spreads through me, and I know that this was exactly what I needed tonight. "That," I murmur, running my fingers through his sweaty hair, "was absolutely incredible."

A laugh bubbles up from my chest. "And you... you're..." I trail off, not quite able to find the words to adequately express how I feel. But I don't need to; I can feel it deep inside, pulsing in time with his spent cock still buried inside me. There's a connection between us now, something more than just lust or desire. Something real and raw and intense.

Well, if you insist... But remember what I said earlier, about loving you just the same? That doesn't mean I won't enjoy this too. I grin mischievously and kiss him on the cheek before sliding my hand under his pants to stroke his erection through his boxers Show me how much you want it, Trip... Prove to your momma that she's still the best at making you feel good.

Oh, honey... I remember when you were just a little boy and how excited you would get when we cuddled like this. You used to be so hard... It's amazing how much you've grown up since then. She continues to stroke his erection through his boxers as she kisses him on the neck, her breath hot against his skin And it feels like you haven't forgotten about those times either... You still react the same way when I touch you.

It's okay to let go, Trip...

*I smile and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being so close to you. My hand finds its way to your chest, gently rubbing circles around your nipple through your shirt. I can feel it harden under my touch as you let out a soft moan into the pillow. It's like we don't even need words anymore... The sexual tension between us is so thick that all we have to do is look at each other and our bodies respond without hesitation.

*I take my hand off your chest and gently trail it down over your stomach before hooking a finger into the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, I pull them down, revealing your hard cock beneath. My other hand finds its way to his face, guiding him closer so he can touch himself. I watch as his fingers curl around his length, stroking it slowly and deliberately, matching the rhythm of my own breathing.