Mirabel wore a strapless lace-up corset top and a mini skirt to match. Raymond loosened the lace and his breath quickened as he watched her breasts open before him. His fingers ran through her curves, worshipping every inch of her body.
After a few minutes of foreplay, they were completely naked. His thighs pressed against hers as he positioned himself on her body.
Mirabel wrapped her arms around him, her eyes closed in desire. He moves slowly and passionately, grinding against her and making her moan. He takes her to the edge of pleasure and then pulls away, slowly building up to the explosive finale. When he finally bursts, his cries of pleasure join hers, and they exist in perfect harmony.
Raymond said,
"Well…that ended well," as he collapsed next to Mirabel.
"It was so good. Another round?" Mirabel asked him.
"No, I'm still trying to catch my breath."
"Come on babe. You'll enjoy it," she moved closer to his chest, bit and sucked his nipples till he had an erection.
He kissed her lips and asked her,
"Do you know how arduous and painful it is to control an unwanted erection?"
"You don't have to control it. I'm giving you a free ticket to heaven."
"It's late, you know. You have to leave soon."
"You'll drop me off, so that isn't a problem."
"You horny bitch!" He teased her.
She bit his nipples again.
"Pretty seductress. Come here." He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer for another round.
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Rosie and Desmond walked down the street, chatting.
"What movie genre did you watch?" he asked.
"I watched a romance movie, and it was boring," Rosie lied.
"He should have played an action movie instead of a romance movie since you were his guest," Desmond commented.
"I know, right? It was my mom's call that got me out of the 'situation'."
"Speaking of your mom, I think she's heading back home," Desmond said, pointing at her mom on the other side of the street.
"Didn't she see me? She looks lost in her thoughts," Rosie observed.
Desmond stopped her from calling out to her mom and told her to look closer. Rosie noticed her mom's body language and saw that she was upset.
"I wonder what happened? Maybe I should talk to her," Rosie worried.
"No, leave her alone," Desmond advised.
They were quiet for a few moments as they watched her mom walk down the street.
Suddenly, Rosie gasped.
"What's the problem?" Desmond asked, surprised by her sudden gasp.
"Did someone die?" Rosie asked out loud.
"If someone died, your mom wouldn't be here. She would have broken down a long time ago," Desmond reassured her.
"Wow, what a nice way to comfort a friend," Rosie said ironically.
"You don't need comfort. You aren't hurt here," he told her.
They were quiet again for a while as they watched her mom walk down the street.
Then, Desmond's hand felt warm and soothing against Rosie's left hand.
"Oh! Your hand," Rosie said, surprised.
"Huh?" Desmond looked down and realized he was holding her hand. He quickly let go, feeling embarrassed.
"Oh, I didn't realize we were holding hands. I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Sorry for what?" Rosie laughed at him.
"I like it though," she said, smiling. She looked away, avoiding his gaze.
"So...Can we?" Desmond stretched his hand towards her, and Rosie slid hers into it.
"We've held hands so many times before, but this one feels weird," Rosie said and giggled.
"Do you remember the first kiss we shared?" Desmond asked.
"Yes, of course!"