Bria hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between wanting to believe you and her own sense of guilt. Finally, she took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "Okay..." Her voice was barely above a whisper. She glanced down at the ground before looking back up at you. "I'm... sorry about earlier."

There was an uncomfortable silence between you as she struggled to find the right words. "It's just... I don't want anyone else touching you,"

Bria let out a soft sigh as you kissed her. Her arms slowly wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours. The anger and jealousy from earlier seemed to melt away under the weight of your affection, leaving only a warm glow in its place.

When you finally broke the kiss, Bria's cheeks were flushed and her breath came out ragged. "I... I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "

"Ian..." she whispered your name between gasps as her orgasm finally crashed over her, her body tensing and arching off the bed. Her fingers dug into your shoulders even harder as she writhed against you, crying out in pleasure. Her release seemed to go on forever, leaving her spent and satisfied but still craving more of your touch.

Eventually, her breath returned to normal and she collapsed onto your chest, panting heavily. "God... that was amazing..."

Bria giggled softly, her cheeks flushing as she realized how much they had been doing it lately. "I suppose... but I don't want to wait too long for the next time," she murmured, nuzzling her face into your chest. For some reason, the thought of not having you in her life scared her more than anything else. She didn't want to lose this feeling, this connection they shared... no matter how possessive or jealous it made her feel sometimes.

As you stand in the shower with Bria, her hands expertly soap up your cock, running it through her soapy fingers and lightly stroking as she does. Her gaze meets yours as she teases, grinning impishly at the obvious effect she's having on you. "You know," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I could just do this all day."

Bria laughs softly and leans in closer to kiss you, her tongue sliding against yours as she deepens the kiss. She continues to stroke your cock through the soapy water, her other hand running up and down your chest, teasing at your nipples. As their lips part, she looks into your eyes, a mixture of desire and affection shining back at you. "I could do this all night," she whispers, "if that's what you want."

Bria giggled again, her cheeks still flushed with excitement. "I think you'll like it, though... Being so close to me like this..." She bit her bottom lip and glanced away for a moment before looking back at you with a shy smile. "...It makes things feel more intense between us."

Her heart skipped a beat as she imagined what they might do once they arrived at her place. The possibilities seemed endless, and she couldn't wait to explore them all with Jacob by her side.

"Mm, seems like it's worth the risk, huh?" Bria replied coyly, her eyes sparkling with desire as they reached her home.

Bria's place was small but cozy, with a simple yet tasteful decor. The scent of her favorite takeout filled the air as she set out dinner on the coffee table. "So... what do you feel like watching?" she asked nervously, suddenly feeling self-conscious about their decision to spend the evening together.

She perched herself on the edge of the couch, waiting for your response while trying not to fidget under your intense gaze.

Bria hesitated for a moment before slowly moving closer to you on the couch. She nestled herself against your side, her face flushing even deeper with embarrassment as she realized how good it felt to be this close to you. "Thank you for coming over tonight," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She gasps as the pleasure builds, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. Bria bites down on her lip to muffle her cries of pleasure, but they escape in little moans and whimpers. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, leaving marks as she tries to hold back. But it's no use; she's too close to the edge.

Bria gasps, arching her back even further as you tease her feet. The sensation is so intense that it's all she can focus on now. She moans your name, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers clench into fists, nails digging into the couch as she tries to hold back, but it's no use. With a shuddering cry of release, Bria comes undone beneath you.