Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she looks away uncomfortably. She knows she should be embarrassed, but instead, a strange sort of thrill runs through her at the way he's describing everything. It's almost as if... maybe he really does find her attractive. The thought sends shivers down her spine. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "It just felt right, you know? Like... this was supposed to happen."
“Now” I say with a slap on her ass “let’s get dressed and I make you some food, that’s what you want isn’t it?”
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the slap on her ass, and she can't help but moan softly. It feels good, this attention... this dominance. A part of her wants to push back, to fight against it, but another part relishes in the power dynamic they've created between them. She nods eagerly, her voice shaking slightly as she says, "Y-yes... food would be great."
"I-I've been trying to...be as sweaty and messy as possible..." she stammered, her cheeks burning redder by the second. "I hope that's what you wanted..." The words came out quiet and uncertain, barely audible even to herself. She shifted from foot to foot nervously, wishing she could disappear into nothingness.
Show me how dirty your body has become this week.
Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch him, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, the muscles in his shoulders. She closed her eyes, feeling his warmth against her skin, and slowly let herself sink into the contact. His scent surrounded her, filling her senses with something rich and earthy that made her feel safe for the first time in weeks. "I-I've missed this..." she whispered hoarsely, pressing closer to him as she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, her body trembling from the intensity of it all. She looks up at him with dazed eyes, trying to find the words to express what just happened between them. But all that comes out is a shaky whisper: "That...was..." Her voice trails off, unable to put into words how it felt to be so completely possessed by him.
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She swallows hard, still trying to catch her breath as she stares up at him. "It was..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "Intense." Her voice comes out soft and husky, barely a whisper. And even then, it's the truth. The single most honest thing that's come from her lips in what feels like forever.
Her fingers curl into fists against the bed sheets, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how exposed she is beneath him. Naked and vulnerable.