“I have something for you,” Lena says. Her voice sounds different, deeper, with an undertone Jonas hasn’t heard in years. It’s a rough promise, a hint of something forbidden that shoots straight to his crotch.
He looks up from his book, squinting against the flickering fire. She stands in the doorway, the glow of the flames tracing golden contours around her body. She’s wearing only a thin, white lace chemise that reaches mid-thigh. Beneath it, her breasts are outlined, her nipples hard under the fabric, and he can see the dark shadows of her nipples pressing against the white lace. A shadow between her legs hints at her wet cunt, growing damp under the thin material.
“What is it?” His voice is hoarse. He swallows, his cock already getting hard in his pants, pressing against the zipper.
She comes closer, her steps soft on the carpet. In her hand, she holds a small box wrapped in red velvet paper. “Open it.” She sits next to him on the sofa, her thigh brushing his. The warmth of her body is more intense than the fire’s, and he smells her scent—musk and vanilla, mixed with the wet heat of her arousal.
Jonas’s fingers tremble as he removes the paper. Revealed is a black, lacquered wooden box, barely larger than his palm. The lid is decorated with a gold engraving: initials intertwined—L and J. He lifts the lid. On a soft, dark red velvet bed lies a silver chain. Hanging from it is a small pendant, a simple circle engraved with a date: the day they first kissed ten years ago.
“Lena…” He lifts the pendant, letting it glitter in the firelight. “This is beautiful.”
“I wanted to give you something that reminds us of what we once were,” she says. “And what we can be again.” Her hand rests on his, fingers interlacing. “I feel like we’ve lost ourselves in everyday life. In the routine. I want to feel you again, Jonas. Really feel you. I want your cock inside me, so deep I can’t think anymore.”
He looks into her eyes. The fire reflects in them, but behind that lies something deeper, a desire he had almost forgotten. Her pupils are dilated, her lips slightly parted, and he can hear her rapid breathing. “I want that too,” he whispers. “I just didn’t know how to say it. I want to fuck you, Lena. Hard. Until you scream.”
She leans forward, her lips touching his. A gentle kiss, first hesitant, then more demanding. Her tongue strokes over his lower lip, opening him for her. He tastes her—red wine and vanilla. His hand slides to her neck, pulling her closer. The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the wall. She tastes like sweet temptation, and he deepens the kiss, sucking on her lower lip until she lets out a soft moan. Her hands wander over his chest, playing with the hem of his T-shirt, slowly pulling it up. He lets her, raising his arms as she pulls the garment over his head. Her fingertips glide over his bare skin, tracing lines on his chest, circling his nipples until they harden under her touch.
“I’ve missed your body,” she murmurs against his lips. “Every single part. Especially your hard cock. I’ve dreamed about it being inside me.”
She pulls away from him, only to stand up and sit on the floor in front of him, between his legs. The chemise falls loosely from her shoulders; he can see the soft curve of her breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her nipples are hard, dark and aroused, twitching under his gaze. She opens his belt buckle with calm, steady movements. The zipper of his jeans hums softly. She leans forward, her hair tickling his thighs as she frees his cock from his boxers. It’s already hard, the glans glistening wet, a small drop of precum beading at the tip. Her fingers wrap around him, first tender, then firmer, as she strokes the length of his shaft. She feels the thick veins pulsing under her hand, the heat radiating from him. She leans lower, her breath warm on his sensitive skin, and slowly licks over the glans, savoring his taste. Her finger glides over the sensitive underside, right below the glans where he’s most sensitive, and he twitches under her touch.
“I’ve missed you,” she breathes, before taking him into her mouth. She opens her lips wide and lets him slide in slowly, her tongue playing around the glans as she goes deeper. Her mouth is wet and hot, and she sucks gently while taking him deeper.
Jonas moans softly as her wet warmth envelops him. Her tongue swirls around the glans, circling it, while her hand massages the shaft. He buries a hand in her hair, not demanding, but stroking, as if guiding her. She looks up at him while taking him deeper, her blue eyes wide and hungry. The sight—her on her knees before him, devoted yet full of her own lust—makes him rock hard. She works with her mouth, bobbing up and down, sucking sometimes softly, sometimes harder, and her hand grips the base, massaging in rhythm. She takes him deeper until her nose touches his belly, gags briefly, but forces herself further. Her saliva runs down his shaft, making it slippery, and she uses it to go faster. Her tongue dances around his glans when she comes up, and her hand cups his balls, massaging them gently. He feels the heat rising in him, his pelvis involuntarily lifting to meet her movements.
“Lena…” His breath quickens. “Stop, or else…” His balls are already tightening, a sign he’s close to climax.
She lets him go, smiling mischievously. “Not yet. I want to feel you inside me when you come.” She stands up, pulling the chemise over her head. Her breasts are firm, her nipples dark and aroused, and her skin glows in the firelight. She sits astride his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. He feels her wetness through the thin fabric of her panties. They’re soaked, the material clinging to her pussy, and he can feel her wet cunt through the fabric. She rubs against him, slowly, circling, her breath growing heavier. Her hands rest on his shoulders as she moves her pelvis, seeking pressure. The fabric of her panties grows even wetter, sticking to her pussy, and she moans softly with each touch. Her labia are swollen, her clit hard, and
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