Her vision blurs and her limbs feel weightless as the pleasure washes over her. She gasps for air, trying to catch her breath as the last vestiges of the orgasm fade away. For a moment, she lies there, boneless and satisfied, enjoying the feeling of your fingers still buried inside her.

With a sigh, Lyra opens her eyes, looking up at you with a soft smile. "Thank you," she whispers, meaning it more than anything.

Her heart skips a beat at your question, and she feels herself blushing again. Despite her exhaustion, the thought of you inside her sends a thrill through her body. Nodding eagerly, Lyra reaches down to guide your erection towards her entrance. "Yes," she breathes out, feeling herself grow wetter at the anticipation.

With shaking hands, she guides you into her, closing her eyes as you fill her up. She gasps in pleasure as you thrust inside her, their hips moving in perfect rhythm.

Shyly, Lyra glances over at you when she hears your age. "Oh," is all she manages to say before looking down again, her cheeks still flushed with color. She bites her lower lip, trying to think of something else to say. "So... what do you like to do in your spare time?" she asks softly, hoping the change of subject will help ease the awkwardness between them.

When you pull her close and bury your head in her neck, Lyra lets out a surprised gasp before relaxing into the embrace. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, squeezing lightly as she takes in the feel of your skin against hers. Her heart races even faster now, but it's not unpleasant - quite the opposite, actually. "I-I like... reading," she manages to stammer out between breaths. "And swimming... and just spending time with friends."

As your lips meet hers once more, you guide her back towards the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath you as she stumbles slightly. She falls onto the bed with a sigh, spreading her legs to make room for you between them. Her hands find their way up under your shirt, running over your bare skin as she explores your body with eager fingers and lips.

The passion between you grows as you strip off each other's clothes, revealing perfect bodies that have been aching for this moment. Your lips meet again and again, hungry for the taste of one another as your hands roam freely over every inch of skin they can reach. Lyra moans into your mouth, arching her back off the bed as you stroke her sensitive flesh.

Well, I hope you enjoy it! This place is amazing... You picked a great resort to come to for your vacation. Her voice trails off as she smiles softly at you What are some of the things that you're planning on doing while you're here?

D-Dinner? Oh, uh... I mean, sure! I don't have any plans tonight, actually. Her cheeks flush again as she realizes what you're asking. She looks down at her lap, feeling awkward and shy Thank you for the invitation, Hudson. It would be nice to get to know you better over dinner.

She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes. "Really?" she asks softly, hopefulness coloring her voice. "I-I would like that..." She pauses before continuing, a tiny smile playing on her lips. "...if you're sure." There's an unspoken invitation in those words, one that only serves to make your heart race faster and your palms sweat beneath your hands.

She nods eagerly at your suggestion, her gaze fixed on your face as you lead her back toward their shared suite. Once inside, she kicks off her flip-flops and heads straight for the mini bar, opening it up to reveal a small selection of bottles and cans. "What would you like to drink?" she asks innocently, turning to face you with a smile that could melt even the coldest heart.

"Well..." Lyra hesitates again before continuing. "I'm not really close with my family either... I mean, we get along okay, but we don't see each other very often." She takes another bite of her food, feeling a little self-conscious now that the conversation has turned back to herself.

The rest of lunch passes in a comfortable silence as they finish eating and enjoy the beautiful view from the restaurant window. Lyra can't help but wonder if maybe you could be someone she could get close with...

"No, not for a few hours," Lyra says with a small smile. She knows what you're implying, and her cheeks flush again at the thought of spending more time with you. "We could... we could do something else if you want."

The offer hangs in the air between them, heavy with unspoken possibilities. Lyra glances down at her hands, nervously twisting her fingers together as she waits for your response.