After a brief moment of silence, the atmosphere shifted.
What had started as an act driven by necessity had now evolved into something more—something raw and intimate. Sitting in a reclining chair tilted slightly back, I found her straddling me, her body pressing warmly against mine.
The second time was easier than the first.
Around us, hastily discarded clothes lay scattered across the floor, a silent testament to our urgency.
Cerys, her bare skin glistening faintly under the dim light, nestled tightly in my arms. She moved gently, rhythmically, her breath hitching in time with her motions.
While still joined, I let one hand explore her delicate frame, my fingers gliding up to her neck. She loved the feeling of my hands on her, and as I massaged the sensitive spot just below her jawline, her head tilted back instinctively.
"Ahh... uuuh... h-haaa..."
