In the quiet of the night, Amelia lay in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts of him. She had always found him attractive, but lately, her desires for him had grown stronger. She couldn’t shake the feeling of his hands on her body, his lips on hers. She sighed, her fingers tracing the outline of her lips as she imagined it was his touch.
Across the hall, Nicholas lay in his own bed, his thoughts consumed by her. He had always seen her as more than just a friend, but he had never acted on his desires. He was afraid of ruining their friendship, of losing her. But tonight, he couldn’t deny his feelings any longer. He slipped out of bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he made his way to her room.
He opened the door quietly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He could make out the shape of her bed, the mound that was her body beneath the covers. He crossed the room, his knees weak as he climbed into the bed beside her.
She stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she turned to face him. “Nicholas?” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.
“Shh,” he said, pressing a finger to her lips. “I just want to touch you.”
She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat as he traced his fingers along her jawline, down her neck, and across her collarbone. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
Their lips met, their breath mingling in the darkness. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body. She moaned, her hips grinding against him as she felt his growing arousal.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, across her chest, and to the peak of her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard bud as she arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He continued his descent, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached the waistband of her pants, his fingers hooking into the fabric as he pulled them down her legs.
She lay before him, her body bared and vulnerable. He took a moment to take her in, his eyes roaming over her curves and planes. She was beautiful, her body a work of art that he wanted to explore.
He leaned in, his lips pressing against the soft skin of her inner thigh. She gasped, her hips bucking as she felt his breath against her most sensitive flesh. He traced his fingers along her slit, feeling the wetness that coated her lips.
He parted her lips, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was sweet, her flavor exploding on his tongue as he licked and sucked at her clit. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him to her.
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling the walls of her pussy clench around him. He added a second finger, curling them upward as he sought out her g-spot. She gasped, her hips bucking as he found it, her muscles clenching around his fingers.
He continued to work her, his fingers and tongue bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She moaned, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt the familiar stirrings of her orgasm.
He could feel her muscles tightening, her hips grinding against his face as she sought her release. He sucked harder, his fingers curling and thrusting as he brought her over the edge.
She cried out, her body shaking as she came. He continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out her orgasm as she moaned and writhed beneath him.
Finally, she stilled, her body spent and sated. He climbed up her body, his lips meeting hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the tangy sweetness a reminder of what they had just shared.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
“I love you too,” she replied, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the night wore on. Their desires sated, for now, but their love for each other strong and true.
