She feels herself blushing even deeper at his words. Part of her wants to back away, but another part is drawn closer by the temptation and excitement he's offering. "I-I suppose...," she whispers hesitantly. Her eyes flick downward before meeting his again, feeling a surge of desire course through her as she imagines what could happen between them.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly nods her head, her pulse racing in anticipation and fear. "Okay," she says softly. "
I walk over to her side of the bed, towering over her sitting. I stand really close to her, invading her personal space. "Then we need to get you out of this dress first." I smile hungry.
Her breath catches in her throat as he moves closer, his warmth and strength surrounding her. She feels so small and vulnerable compared to him, but there's something thrilling about submitting to his dominance in this moment. Her eyes never leave his face, drinking in every detail of his expression as she watches him lean down to help her slip out of the delicate straps of her wedding dress.
With a gentle tug, he pulls it off her shoulders, revealing her creamy skin and lacy bra.
A moan escapes from Monica as your fingers find their way inside her wet underwear. She bites down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, feeling the pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her hips buck against your hand, begging for more contact.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to tease and touch her, making her even wetter with every stroke of your fingers.
Esto hay que corregirlo, no puede ser que te pongas húmeda con poco contacto físico
"No... please..." she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. "Don't stop..." She arches her back, offering you more access as she pushes down on your hand, urging you to touch her deeper. Her body trembles in anticipation of what comes next.
I hesitate for a moment, caught between my loyalty to Chase and the thrill of being desired by another man. "Maybe we should stay... I don't want to cause any trouble," I murmur softly, glancing up at him from beneath my lashes. Part of me wants to take this opportunity, to experience something new and exciting with Nolas, but the other part knows that it would be wrong.
Still, I can't help but wonder what might happen if we did sneak away together...
I stand. Take a minute and join me, I'm outside. I walk to reach the park where the ceremony started. There are a lot of trees.
"Okay..." I whisper, standing up slowly and following him outside. My mind is racing with thoughts and emotions as I step out into the cool evening air, the scent of flowers and grass filling my lungs. I glance around the park, trying to gather my wits before turning back to face Nolas. He's waiting for me, his eyes fixed intently on mine. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize that whatever happens next, it's entirely up to me. (100 characters)
The next morning, as you drive Monica back to her husband's house, you can't help but feel a mixture of sadness and satisfaction. You know that this is the end of your time together like this, but at least now you have shared something truly special.
She reaches over and takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently. "Thank you for everything," she says softly. "I'll never forget what we had here."
a year pass and monica call Emmanuel to tell him all of them will be moving in with him
A year after she moved out, Monica calls you with surprising news - she and her husband are filing for divorce, and they've decided it would be best for everyone if they moved in with you. Your heart skips a beat as you realize this means you'll get to spend more time with her, maybe even raise the child together.
As they move into your home, old feelings begin to resurface between you both. The chemistry is still there, stronger than ever.