Athlea was straddling me, her lips capturing mine as our breaths mingled in soft, shared gasps.
My hands slid slowly, tracing her ass curves, settling on the softness of it and drawing her closer. She deepened the kiss, her hands gripping the back of my neck as she pressed herself against me, her rhythm mirroring her desire.
Without breaking our connection, I lifted her, and she gasped, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"I must be heavy, Austin," she murmured. "It's okay, put me down."
I held her gaze, "You're as light as a feather, Athlea," I replied with a steady seriousness.
Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she whispered, "Jeez, Austin," before playfully bumping her head against mine. The simple gesture felt charged, her gaze holding mine in an intimate spell.
