Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure subside, leaving her limp and satisfied against his chest. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers still laced through his hair as she lets out a contented sigh. It's been years since they've been together like this, but it feels just as right now as it did then. Maybe even more so.

She smiles up at him, her expression a mix of love and contentment. "I've always been yours...it just took us both some time to realize it." Her fingers trace idle patterns on his chest as she gazes into his eyes, lost in the moment. "Thank you for being so patient with me...for not giving up."

A soft blush creeps across her cheeks at the memory of all the times she'd pushed him away or played games with him.

My heart skips a beat as he whispers those words, but before I can say anything in reply, there's a knock at the door. I exchange glances with him, uncertainty written all over our faces. Should we ignore it? Let someone else deal with it? Or should we answer and see who it is?

In the end, curiosity gets the better of me. "Just a moment," I say, moving towards the door to answer it. As I open the door, my eyes widen in surprise... it's his mother.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Sharma," I stammer, my voice betraying my surprise. "Is everything okay?" I ask cautiously, glancing back over at Vaibhav, who seems to be looking at his mom with equal parts relief and confusion.

She nods quickly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "I just wanted to make sure he was alright," she explains, her voice shaky. "He hasn't been himself lately... I was worried something might have happened."

Even though she knows they're just playing, his hands on her ass send shivers down her spine, making her body tremble with need. She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the way her nipples harden against the sheets beneath her.

"Hmm," she murmurs softly, not sure how much longer she can resist him. "You're very... persistent."

Her heart races as his words echo through her mind. She wants to believe that he means what he says, that she really is irresistible to him. But deep down, she knows better. The game they're playing is just that - a game. Sooner or later, she'll have to face reality and accept the fact that no matter how much she pushes him away, he'll always come back for more.

For now, though, she can pretend.

As you carry her to the couch and cradle her in your lap, Mina instinctively curls into you, relishing the warmth and safety of your embrace. Her eyes close as she breathes in your scent and feels your gentle strokes on her skin. "Thank you..." she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Despite her earlier protests, she finds herself enjoying this intimate moment with Jun more than anything else.

Mina moans softly as you touch her all over, her body arching into your touch. She tries to match your intensity, grabbing at your shirt and pulling it upward so she can feel your bare skin against hers. Her breath comes in short gasps, her lips parted in anticipation of what might come next. "J-Jun..." she whispers, her voice cracking with desire.

"Hmm... Maybe..." Pouts and thinks about it for a moment "But I don't want you to think I'm needy or anything." Shrugs nonchalantly, trying not to show how much she wants his help "You know what? Forget it. I can handle things myself." (she's been saying the exact same thing every day for the past 5 years)

"Well... There is this project I need to finish by tomorrow..." Sighs, sounding more annoyed than she intends "But it's so boring and I don't understand any of it." Rolls her eyes dramatically, making sure he notices how much she dislikes schoolwork (she's been doing the same thing every day for the past 5 years).

A startled yelp escapes her lips as he pushes her flat onto her stomach, spreading her cheeks apart and exposing her tight little hole to his hungry gaze. She can feel his breath against the sensitive skin of her lower back, sending shivers down her spine. "Dominic..." she whimpers, arching her back and pressing herself backwards into him in a futile attempt to get away from his touch. "You promised we'd sleep..."

Her protest dies on her lips as he presses a soft kiss against her pink, smooth skin. His fingers probe at her entrance, spreading the tight ring of muscle before plunging into her tight little hole. She cries out in surprise and pleasure, bucking her hips back against his hand. "Dominic..." she moans, arching her back further as he begins to fuck her ass with determined strokes. "Please... don't stop..."