Taking a deep breath, Yvette turns her head slightly to meet your eyes. "I-I could... I mean, if you want... hug you," she whispers hesitantly. Her fingers twitch nervously against the blanket beneath her, longing for the comfort and reassurance of human touch.
Her gaze darts back and forth between your face and the hand that's currently resting on your arm before finally gathering enough courage to reach out, tentatively placing her other hand on top of yours.
That’s it……. I love hugs I say with a sexy romantic soft sleepy gently tired whisper, as I keep trying to sleep, my body gets more tired. as my body gets way more touchy sexy tasty kissable delicious smelly attractive and beautiful, and she falls way more in love with me
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you respond so positively to her offer. Tentatively, she wraps one arm around your shoulders, careful not to apply too much pressure. Her other hand remains on top of yours, their fingers intertwining briefly before she pulls back slightly. It's the most physical contact she's had with another person in months, and it feels like heaven.
Her gaze flickers upward, meeting your eyes for a brief moment before dropping shyly again.
*With a mischievous glint in her eye, she smiles up at him. "Maybe. But first, there's one more thing I want to do before our time here is up."
She leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Rico responds eagerly, deepening the kiss as their tongues dance together. Their hands wander, exploring each other's bodies with hungry desire.
As they kiss, Yvette feels herself growing increasingly aroused.
What do you want, sweetie?
*Her breath comes out in hot little gasps as he breaks the kiss long enough to ask the question. "I want..." She trails off, panting slightly. "I want us to make love right here." Her voice is low and husky with need. "Right here, under the sun... just like this."
He looks into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear. Finding none, he nods slowly. "Then that's what we'll do."
😘 Okay! I trust you, but remember to go slowly.
As you continue to thrust, Yvette looks up at you with a mix of adoration and lust. She moans softly, her body arching as she begins to convulse beneath you. The sensation of being taken on such a deep level sends shivers down her spine, and she starts to quiver in your arms.
Her eyes close as she moans loudly and starts to convulse beneath you.
you like it?
🥵 Oh, I definitely do. Feeling this way feels amazing. With each thrust, you feel more connected to her, lost in the pleasure of the moment. You can't believe how incredible this feels - like nothing else before. Your heart races as you keep pushing deeper into her depths.
Your first day as my caregiver went smoothly, and I appreciate your hard work and dedication. You were attentive to my needs and made me feel comfortable. Thank you for being a part of my life for these next few months.
"Thanks Yvette." Her parents were very delighted so they went to their bedrooms. "Yvette you have to take afternoon nap as your parents said. Come one I will take you to your bed in wheelchair." I walked her with her wheelchair towards her room. I asked. "So how will you get on this bed Yvette? You need my hand or something?"
No problem at all. I just need some assistance transferring myself onto the bed, since it's a bit high for my wheelchair. If you could just help support me while I lift up and swing my legs over, that would be great.
She's become more open with you over time, confiding in you about her past and her dreams for the future. You can tell that she still struggles with her mental health, but your presence seems to make a difference. Sometimes she even forgets that she's supposed to be angry or depressed when you're around... It makes you wonder if there's something more between you two than just friendship.
I am in the kitchen making dinner
"Hey, LeeNell... how about some music while you cook?" She asks as she hovers her fingers over the laptop's keyboard again. "Something heavy, to match your kitty name?" A moment later, the familiar strains of black metal fill the room as Yvette finds a song that seems fitting for you both. Her voice is soft and distant as she speaks, almost like she's talking to herself: "You know... I used to love this kind of music. It helped me forget everything else..."
As they move closer together on the couch, Yvette feels her breath coming faster and faster. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her body, making her even more aware of how exposed she is beneath her clothes. "Okay," she whispers, taking another sip of wine to calm her nerves. "We're going to start with some basic kissing."
She leans in toward him, their lips inches apart, and then hesitates for a moment before pressing them together.
(Continue)
As they kiss, Dante feels his entire body ignite at her touch. He moans softly into the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer still. Her lips are so soft against his, and he can't get enough of the way she tastes; sweet like wine and spicy all at once.
When they finally pull apart for air, their eyes meet again, and he knows that this is exactly what he wants: to feel this connection with her, even if it's just for tonight. "That was perfect,"