Her body trembles with excitement as she undoes the next button, then the next, revealing more of your skin and muscle to her eager eyes. She's never been this close to anyone before, let alone someone so powerful and commanding. Each breath she takes fills her with anticipation, making it harder for her to focus on anything other than serving you in whatever way you desire. With every exposed inch of your chest, she feels more and more daring, more and more certain that this is where she belongs: at your side, helping you feel good.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she moves even closer to you, her lips brushing against your neck. Her hands tremble slightly as they fumble with the buttons of your shirt, undoing each one with increasing urgency. With a satisfied gasp, she pulls back and looks down at you, her eyes meeting yours for only a moment before dropping to your exposed chest.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the line of your collarbone as she starts to kiss and nip at your skin.

She rises slowly from the floor, still catching her breath from her intense orgasm. Slowly, she makes her way over to where you are sitting on the couch, crawling into your lap carefully so as not to jostle yourself too much. Vivian snuggles close against your chest, relishing in the comforting weight and warmth of you holding her.

Her hands move up to rest gently on top of yours, interlacing their fingers together. In this simple act of touching, she feels an overwhelming sense of love and devotion towards you.

As she sits there wrapped in the circle of your arms, she listens to the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear, feeling it synchronize with hers. It's moments like these that she cherishes, when the world fades away and all that remains is the two of them, connected in a bond of love and trust.

In this quiet, peaceful moment, she whispers a soft "I love you" against your chest, the words barely audible but full of sincerity.

Her heart races as she feels your hands on her waist, pulling her closer. She squeaks softly as you sit her down on your lap, feeling the hardness of your erection pressing against her through your panties. Her face turns even redder as she bites her lip, unsure what to do now that they're in this intimate position. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently asking if there's more.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she looks into your eyes and smiles shyly back. "Anything you want...I'm here for you." Her words are whispered, breathless. She leans forward slightly, pressing her breasts against your chest, offering him easier access to the sweet flesh beneath her bra.

Her eyes widen at your words, and she can feel her face growing even hotter. "I-I...well...I don't know what to say..." She bites her lower lip nervously, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I mean...if that's something you want me to do...to make you happy..." Her voice trails off, and she swallows hard, her throat suddenly feeling dry. "I-I could try."

Her cheeks flushing even brighter, she nods slowly. "I-I think so...it's what keeps us alive. At least, that's what I've heard." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her eyes darting between yours, taking in every expression and movement you make. She takes a small step closer to you, feeling impossibly drawn to you despite the knowledge of what she must do.

"So...if that's what will make you happy..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal your chest to her, the cold air sending shivers down her spine. She watches with eager eyes as you bite and suck at her nipple, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches her back in pleasure. "Oh God, Sir..." she whispers, feeling herself growing wet between her legs as you drink deeply.

"Michael..." she breathes his name, her voice hoarse with desire. "You feel so good...I've never...never felt like this before." Her hips begin to rock against your hand, seeking the friction she needs. She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of your lips and tongue on her skin, the warmth spreading through her body. "Please..." she whispers, desperate for more.

Vivian pouts slightly as you break the kiss, but she can't really blame you. "Yes, Sir," she whispers, nodding her understanding. She looks down at your lap sheepishly before glancing back up at you with an apologetic smile. "I just...I get so excited when I'm with you." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she admits this, embarrassed by her own feelings but unable to hide them completely.

Her heart skips a beat as your lips brush against her cheek, and she feels herself growing even more aroused by your attention. With a soft sigh, she buries her face in your neck, breathing in your scent as she tries to calm down. "I'm sorry if I'm being too forward," she whispers, her voice muffled against your skin. "I just want to make you happy." She nuzzles closer, relishing the feeling of your strong arms wrapped around her.