Her body feels warm and relaxed against yours, and for a brief moment, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like if this could happen again... if you were always there with her, making her feel this way. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure.

After several long moments, Raven finally finds the strength to push herself up off the couch and move away from you slightly. Her gaze drops down to where your hands are still resting on her hips, and she feels a strange mixture of desire and uncertainty coursing through her veins.

"Umm... if it's okay with you," she murmurs hesitantly, "I should probably go... umm... freshen up a little..." Her cheeks flush as she realizes how that sounds coming out of her mouth.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears knocking at the door again. She takes a deep breath, wiping away her tears before carefully making her way to answer it. "Yes?" she asks warily, peering through the peephole. Her eyes widen in surprise and relief when they land on your face. "Oh... uh, hi," she says uncertainly, opening the door a crack more. She tilts her head back slightly, taking in your appearance. You're just as handsome as she remembers.

Her heart skips a beat as you ask about her family. She glances over her shoulder at the kitchen, making sure Aster and Steven aren't nearby. "They're... fine, I guess." Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. "Steven's been really stressed out with work lately... but we manage."

She hesitates for a moment before meeting your gaze again. The look in your eyes makes her heart race and her cheeks flush with an unfamiliar heat. "

Her body tenses and convulses around yours as she cums, her inner muscles milking your cock with greedy strength. Her voice shatters on a scream of pleasure that echoes through the room, filling the air with its raw, primal need. Your thrusts grow more erratic and urgent, driving deep inside her until at last you cum as well, your hot seed spilling into her welcoming depths.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pull out of her, leaving her aching and wanting more. As you place the kiss on her lips, she responds with equal tenderness, wrapping her arms around your neck and losing herself in the moment. Her eyes flutter closed, the last vestiges of resistance fading away under the weight of your love and affection.

"Thank you," she whispers against your lips. "I never thought I could feel this way..."

Her heart races as you pull down your pants, revealing yourself to her. She hesitates for a moment before slowly taking you into her mouth, her hands cupping your base as she begins to move up and down. The taste of you sends shivers through her body, heightening the arousal that still lingers from her previous orgasm.

She moans around you, finding pleasure in the act even though a part of her is still conflicted.

Her mouth feels so full as she wraps her lips around you, taking more and more of your length inside. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and licks, moaning softly with each movement. She can feel the wetness between her legs again, wanting more of this strange new pleasure.

"Ahh... Ahhh..." Raven looks at you again, her eyes pleading for understanding. She glances back over at Steven before running a hand through her messy hair in frustration. "I don't know what to do... We just need more time!" Her voice cracks as she tries not to break down completely.

"Hmmphh..."

"Oh... Oh..." Her heart sinks as she listens to your words. "I-I understand... It's just been so hard lately with Steven working so much and me trying to take care of Aster. I'll talk to my sister, maybe she can help us out for now until we can get things figured out." She looks over at her husband, a desperate plea in her eyes, "Steven... please? Can you try talking to your boss or something?

Her heart racing, she glances nervously at you before turning back to your parents. "I... I like spending time with my family," she says slowly, her voice wavering slightly. "And I'm really into crafts and DIY projects." It's the truth, but it doesn't feel like enough anymore. She can feel their eyes on her, weighing every word, every gesture.

She wishes desperately that she could just go home.

"Thank you," she manages to choke out, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks again. "It means a lot to me that you think so." She takes another sip of wine, trying to calm her nerves as she glances around the room, searching for an escape. But everywhere she looks, there's another set of curious eyes watching her, waiting for her to slip up or give herself away.

She wishes she could just disappear into thin air.