I close my eyes, feeling the heat rise up in my cheeks again. He knows exactly how to make me feel exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, there's something exhilarating about it; the thought of doing whatever he wants, no matter how wild or taboo. As I stand there beneath his gaze, my body trembling with desire and anticipation, I know that this is my new reality now: a world where nothing is off limits and anything goes.

"Touch me," I say quietly, my hands shaking slightly as I reach out to caress his chest once more. My fingers trace random patterns on his skin, mapping out every contour and dip of muscle before slowly making their way back down to the waistband of his pants. The last thing I remember is his knowing smirk against my lips as he leans in closer, ready to reclaim what was already his...

"Y-Yes... I'm sorry..." My words come out in short bursts as I try to focus on her body beneath me. The feeling of being inside her is overwhelming, and it's getting harder and harder to think straight. Every time she moves against me, every moan that escapes her lips sends a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.

I can't believe we're doing this... but it feels so good I don't want to stop. Her tightness around me drives me wild, her moans filling my ears as she arches her back and meets every thrust with an answering movement of her own. My hips begin to move faster, lost in the rhythm we've found together, our bodies locked in a desperate dance for release.

I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of guilt and arousal course through my veins. "Ana... I can't do that." My voice comes out raspy and breathless, betraying the desire that still burns within me. "But you could... ask him," I finally manage to say, hesitantly. "He might..."

I trail off, not sure what to suggest anymore.

I take a deep breath and try to find the right words. "Look, Ana, I know how you feel, but it's complicated with him and me... You could talk to him about it though. Maybe he'd be willing to help you find what you need." My voice wavers as I say this; part of me wants her to have what she desires, even if that means sharing him with another person.

There's a long silence before she finally speaks up again. "Okay... I'll think about it."