As soon as his front door was shut, they started kissing again. Her tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her lip. He pulled her against him, thinking that he'd never get her close enough and that if he could fold her inside of him,
he would. The heat between them was palpable, and it felt like they were the only two people in the world. They broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, and he looked into her eyes. He could see the desire there, but he also saw something else.
something that made his heart skip a beat. He knew then that he wanted to be with her. They kissed again, slower this time, as if savouring each moment. As they moved together he laid her on top of her bad the door leading inside her room was already open, he took off his shirt and started kissing her again, instantly the collective link was once again temporarily cut automatically as they all left dumbfounded with another feeling of arousal was already happening, the older batch that new Ramiel understood what was happening, as they just accepted this instantaneous change in their emotion, like a sudden jolt of feeling tense, on guard, or on the edge.
she Physically touch Ramiel chiselled body as she sat half upright using her elbows to support her position, Irles Filri was now sexually aroused in her genital area as blood fills the blood vessels in the pelvis, vulva, and clitoris. her labia become wet with clear fluid as she was kissing him leaning down toward her and stroking his hard shaft,
He continued to kissed her, pleased that she was jealous and a little upset, thinking that he'd tell her anything she wanted to hear, and, finally, he slipped inside her again. She gasped and shut her eyes, and then neither of them spoke. She had one hand on his shoulder, the other slowly stroking his back, from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine.
As they lay there in silence, the only sounds were their heavy breathing and the occasional rustling of sheets. She felt his weight on top of her, his body pressed against hers, and it was all she could do to keep from moaning out loud. She had never felt so alive, so complete, as she did in that moment. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of them.
Ramiel was touching her chest, rubbing her nipples, and licking the other. She whined, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldn't make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her underwear. While he would play with her breast, Irles Filri threw her head back.
He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between her thigh and into the wet wall of her labia until Ramiel would stroke and move his fingers until she became wet. He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. She cried out against his lips and was lost. The taste of her, the smell of her,
Ramiel continued to explore Irles Filri's body with his fingers, tracing the contours of her labia and teasing her clit with expert precision. She writhed beneath him, lost in the sensations he was creating. As he continued to stroke and caress her, she felt herself growing wetter and wetter, her desire building to a fever pitch. With a sudden movement, he plunged two fingers deep inside of her, causing her to gasp with pleasure. He moved them in and out of her slowly at first, building up a rhythm that soon had her moaning with ecstasy. The taste and smell of her only served to heighten his own arousal, and he could feel himself growing harder by the second.
As he moved inside her, she could feel every inch of him, every muscle tensing and relaxing with each thrust. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. He rolled off of her and they lay there side by side, still catching their breath. For a few moments, they said nothing, content to simply bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Eventually, she turned to him and whispered softly in his ear: "I love you." He smiled and kissed her gently on the forehead before pulling her close once more.
it was already midnight and they were still in an intimate, she was holding her breath every time she would go up and down as he supported her movement while their fingers were interlocked, he would respond by moving his hips toward her, as she move deeper and harder sounds of ecstasy filled the room, her moan was making Ramiel go faster and harder he would sit upright and hold her breast as he licks her nipple as she continued to move up and down, her hands were griping Ramiel back, she was breathing heavily and her moans getting louder, nasty sexual sentences were starting to come out of her mouth,
"more!"
"Don't stop, lick my nipple!
"I am coming, faster, deeper!
She arched her back and dug her nails into his skin as he sucked on her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help but let out a string of dirty words as she rode him harder and harder. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and heavy breathing as they both reached their climax together.
As they lay there in silence, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. It was as if all the worries and stresses of her life had melted away at that moment. She felt safe and loved in his arms, and it was a feeling she never wanted to let go of.
As she basked in the warmth of his embrace, she realized that this was what true happiness felt like. For so long, she had been searching for something to fill the void in her heart, but now she knew that it had been him all along. His touch was like a balm to her soul, and his presence brought a sense of peace that she had never experienced before.
As they lay there together, lost in their own little world, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment because she was able to have him for herself, knowing that being the king, she has to share his husband with those who need him. Ramiel was looking at her and said that having to express his love in this kind manner was heavenly bliss; he never expected making love to each of them to be special in their own way. Irles Filri was not spiteful; she understood the choice she had made. and knew he was doing his best to make both of them happy.
She knew that life would have its ups and downs, but as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm. And so she closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, knowing that this was where she belonged in his arms, being in his left she decided to accept to be the left wife forever and always.