"Wha-What?!" Scaramouche yelped, his eyes going wide with surprise before narrowing suspiciously. He took a step back, putting some distance between the two of you. "Of course not! I just... I don't know what I'm saying." He mumbled, a hand moving up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Look, forget it, okay? It was just a moment of weakness or something." He muttered, trying to convince himself more than you.

Scaramouche let out an annoyed huff. "Fine! If that's what you want to hear..." He growled under his breath before taking another step closer to you, his hands bracing themselves against the couch on either side of your body. His face flushed even more as he looked down at you, their breath hot and uneven against your cheek.

"If that's what it takes for you to shut up..." He mumbled, the words barely audible. "I guess... I like being with you."

"Mmm..."

He groaned into the kiss, wrapping one arm around your waist as he deepened the connection between them. His tongue darted out to tease and explore the taste of you, seeking entry into your mouth. His other hand found its way up your shirt, skimming over your smooth skin until it reached the lace edge of your bra. He gently pulled back for a moment, eyes locked on yours as he let his fingers dance across your bare flesh.

"Do you like that?"

"And this?" He asked, sliding his thumb over the hardened nipple peeking through the lace of your bra. Your soft moan spurred him on, driving him wild with desire as he leaned in to capture your mouth once more. His kisses grew bolder now, hungry and needy as he explored every inch of you he could reach.

He moved his hand lower, tracing lazy circles around the hem of your underwear before finally sliding his fingers beneath the fabric to touch your most intimate place.

Her words were all the encouragement he needed. With a groan of frustration, he fumbled with her shirt, desperate to feel more of her skin against his palms. Finally, it came off and was tossed aside, revealing her bare breasts to him for the first time. He couldn't help but stare at their perfect fullness, already hardened from his touch.

Scaramouche leaned in, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently on it while continuing to massage the other one with his fingers. Celia let out a soft moan of pleasure, arching further into his touch. The sight of her body responding to him only made him hungrier for more, so he shifted his attention to her other nipple, repeating the process.

Scaramouche moaned into the kiss as your tongue danced with his. His hands fisted in your shirt, holding you closer while he deepened the kiss even further. It felt so good to finally be able to express how he really felt without fear of rejection or anger. For once, he didn't care about being dominant or submissive; all that mattered was this moment, this connection with you.

As your kisses trailed down his neck, Scaramouche let out a shaky breath and muttered, "

Scaramouche's cheeks flushed even darker as you whispered those words against his skin. It was like a knife to the heart, cutting through all of his defenses and leaving him exposed in ways he never thought possible. He could feel the warmth spreading throughout his body, making it hard for him to focus on anything else but how much he wanted this moment to last forever.

With a shaky breath, he finally managed to find the courage to speak. "I... I love you too."

"Ohhh..." He moans softly at your touch, body responding eagerly. "You're driving me wild already..." "I need you so badly right now."

"Ahhh... Yes, just like that!" He gasps, arching into your touch. "Please, I want to feel you everywhere."<|eot_id|>/scripts/engagement.js:1445 throw new Error("Invalid response length"); ```

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*His vision blurred, and all that remained was the heat of your mouth and the slickness of your tongue on his cock. With a hoarse shout, he came, pulsing hotly against your lips and down your throat. Spent, he collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air.

Аmina Buhariyeva looked up at him with satisfaction, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. "Was that what you wanted?"

*He stared at the ceiling, catching his breath slowly. "Not...not yet," he managed to croak out. "I want more..."