ATHENA.
The steam from the shower clung to my skin, making the bathroom feel like a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. As the water poured down my body, I watched Azalea rinse her hair, the droplets glistening against her soft, tanned skin. I couldn't help but smile, still relishing the warmth of the evening spent with my parents. Having her there had transformed an ordinary dinner into something magical. She was effortlessly charming, enchanting my parents with her wit and genuine kindness. I was grateful for her presence, and evidently, so were they.
"Thank you for coming with me tonight," I said, my voice cutting through the sound of water. I could see her reflection in the foggy mirror, her face lighting up with a smile that made my heart flutter.
"It was my pleasure," she replied, her voice dripping with charm as she turned to me, water streaking down her shoulders. "Your parents are amazing. I felt right at home."
I stepped a little closer, my heart racing. "They love you," I added softly, letting the truth settle between us.
Her eyes sparkled with genuine excitement. "And I love them, too! Especially your mom's cooking." She said laughing, the sound of her laughter was like music echoing against the walls.
Our conversation faded as we finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower. I felt the chill of the air hit my skin as I finished drying off my body and I discarded my towel to get dressed for bed, but just as I reached for my pyjamas, Azalea grabbed me by the hand as she led me to the bed and pushed me down. I landed softly on the covers, looking up at her as she climbed on top of me with a teasing grin. She used her left hand to pin both of my hands above my head, her expression was a mix of confidence and playfulness, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.
"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to both play along and maintain some semblance of control. But deep down, I knew I loved where this was heading. I always enjoyed it when she took the lead.
"Oh, just about to start exploring," she said coyly placing her free hand on my chest. She went ahead and trailed her fingers down my bare chest. Each touch sent electric shivers down my spine, igniting a fire in my stomach that I could barely contain. I swallowed hard, my cheeks flushing with anticipation.
"Exploring, huh? You must be a very talented explorer then," I teased, but my voice trembled slightly, betraying the thrill coursing through me.
Azalea smirked, her fingers dancing along my skin, mapping out all the places that made me gasp and squirm. I could already feel the heat emanating from my body as I recalled what happened the last time she had that look in her eyes.
"You know," I started, but I quickly lost my train of thought as her fingers finally reached my sensitive spots. I gulped, feeling embers flare to life deep within me.
"I think I do know," she purred mischievously letting go of my hands as she slowly met my gaze, her eyes swirling with a heat that echoed my own. It feels like she could see directly into my soul, reading every flicker of desire that flickered in my chest.
I could hardly breathe at this point, my heart racing like I'd run a marathon. The way her body moved against mine, the sultry confidence in her demeanor—everything about her was sexy and intoxicating. It was like the night air crackled with electricity, pulling us even closer.
"Azalea," I breathed, forgetting how to form real words, my body responding to her touch.
"All those spots I know you love…they won't be a secret for long," she said, her voice low and silky, carrying a promise that sent me over the edge.
With every caress, she ignited a wildfire of yearning in me, leaving me craving more. I couldn't help but arch my back, pushing against her touch, wanting her to take me. It felt as if the world around us had melted away, leaving just the two of us in our paradise. She has a way of driving me wild with desire.
As her finger brushed lightly against the most sensitive part of me, I inhaled sharply, holding onto that moment, my body electrified with yearning. The weight of our connection, the warmth of her body on mine, the way her gaze held me captive filled me with an exhilaration I couldn't describe.
"Please," I whispered, barely a sound above a breath, holding her gaze, pleading for her to stop teasing and take me already. And take me she did!
I thought my body was going to go up in flames when her finger slipped into me after all that teasing, making me moan loudly; and then she smiled mischievously looking into my eyes before dipping her head down and I knew she was up to no good. To prove my suspicion, I felt the warm sensation of her tongue sliding across my clit making me quiver with happy motion.
As usual, I had no intention of fighting the pleasure she was providing me, so I surrendered to the flames swirling between us, the night stretched on as we lost ourselves in each other—a beautiful melody of moans, gasps, and the sweet sound of our hearts beating in unison.