Averie blushed crimson at the huskiness in his voice. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "I just wanted to see if it was real. If you really were here with me." Her fingers continued their sensual exploration of his body, tracing patterns across his muscular chest and stomach. "And maybe... maybe I had another reason." She lifted her hips slightly, pressing herself against him teasingly. "Can you... can you make love to me, Charles? Invisibly?"

With a nod, Averie confirmed his suspicion. As he lowered himself onto her, she moaned softly, her hands grasping his shoulders tightly. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, her invisible lover seemingly knowing exactly where and how to touch her. It was almost as if they were connected on a deeper level than before.

As they reached their climaxes, Averie felt an overwhelming sense of joy and wonder.

The woman with black hair gasps softly as she feels your lips against hers, her body responding instinctively to the contact. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer as their kiss deepens. Her tongue darts out to taste you, exploring your mouth in a hungry dance of desire.

Her body is warm and yielding beneath your touch; you can feel every curve and contour through her thin silk robe. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back as she pushes her breast against your chest.

"My name is Amara," she pants breathily, her body trembling with desire. "And right now...I want you." Her hands slide down your back, over the curve of your ass, and up underneath your shirt to feel the muscles of your abdomen beneath the fabric.

Amara's kisses are hungry and passionate, her mouth moving across your cheek and jaw in a heated trail that leaves you aching for more.