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Ani sweetly helped Clyde with his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin, sending a pang of jealousy through me.
"You look handsome today," she cooed, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Clyde's eyes met mine, a hint of discomfort flickering in their depths.
As Ani left to prepare his lunch, he turned to me, his expression softening.
"Dahlia," he whispered, reaching out, his hand extended.
But I pushed him away, still simmering with jealousy, my emotions raw.
"Don't," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes flashing with emotion.
Clyde's expression turned understanding.
"I know it's hard, but we need to be careful," he said gently.
"But what I saw...the way she touched you..." I trailed off.
"How she looked at you," I added.
Clyde sighed.
"Dahlia, she's just pretending. You know that," he reassured me.
"But what if she's not?" I asked.
"What if she really loves you?" I pressed.
Clyde's eyes locked onto mine.
"I love you, Dahlia. Only you," he declared.
His words echoed through me.
I wanted to believe him.
But Ani's actions lingered.
After a tense morning, Clyde texted me later that day.
"Meet me at 5th and Main at 6 PM. Come alone, Moon."
My heart skipped a beat.
I arrived at 5:50 PM, wearing a flowy silver dress.
Clyde waited, dashing in his navy suit.
His eyes sparkled as he took my hand.
"Wow, Moon. You shine brighter every day."
We strolled to a private restaurant.
Inside, soft music played.
Clyde led me to a cozy table.
Over dinner, we shared laughter.
We played a game of "Would You Rather," our conversations flowing effortlessly.
"Would you rather travel to Mars or have a private island?" Clyde asked.
"Private island," I replied.
"Why?"
"I'd want to share it with you," I said.
Clyde's smile lit up.
We chatted about our dreams.
Clyde shared his passion for photography.
I shared my love for acting.
As we finished dessert, Clyde leaned in.
"Moon, I've missed you."
Our lips met.
Soft.
Gentle.
Passionate.
Clyde's eyes sparkled as he held me close.
"You shine my life, Moon," he whispered. "You make every day brighter."
My heart swelled.
We booked a hotel room, eager to spend the night together.
As I prepared for our intimate evening, I chose a special strapless lingerie.
Its delicate lace and silk fabric hugged my curves.
I stood close to the window, letting the night shine on me.
Clyde's gaze devoured me.
His eyes darkened with desire.
I let the top loosen, exposing my nipples.
Clyde's breath caught.
He pinched and nibbled, sending shivers down my spine.
I moaned, my voice barely audible.
I pushed him gently to the bed.
Undressing him, my fingers traced his muscles.
His eyes locked onto mine.
I took his dick into my mouth.
Pleasuring him, our connection deepened.
Clyde's groans filled the room.
His hands tangled in my hair.
Our passion ignited.
As I savored the moment, my lips wrapped around Clyde's hardness, a call interrupted us, piercing the air.
I ignored it, letting the ringing fade away, my focus solely on Clyde.
Clyde's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with desire.
He pushed me down, his mouth reclaiming my nipples, sucking, licking, and nibbling.
His fingers pinched and teased, sending shivers down my spine.
I was pinned, my body surrendering to his touch.
Clyde's dick thrust into me, filling me completely, our bodies entwined.
Sweat dripped, passion consumed us.
I panted, moaning his name.
"More!" I screamed.
Clyde's pace quickened, his thrusts deeper.
Our bodies moved in sync.
I felt every inch of him.
Clyde's lips traced my neck.
His whispers sent shivers.
"You're mine, Moon."
I trembled.
My climax approached.
Clyde sensed it.
He slowed.
Teasing.
Building anticipation.
Our eyes met.
The connection sparked.
I shattered.
Clyde followed.
Our moans echoed.
In that moment, nothing else mattered.
As we continued, my breasts bounced with each thrust, stimulating Clyde further. He fondled and sucked them eagerly, his passion intensifying.
Withdrawing momentarily, he watched as I climaxed, my body shuddering with pleasure.
He resumed, his thrusts deeper and more forceful, my tits teased mercilessly.
My phone rang again, piercing the moment.
Clyde moaned, "Answer it, Moon."
I hesitated, but his persistence won.
Ani's voice was on the other end, "Dahlia, do you know where Clyde is?"
I couldn't respond, my stimulation overwhelming me.
I climaxed again, my voice lost in a scream.
I cut the call, my focus back on Clyde.
Our passion consumed us.