When breakfast is finally done, she turns around, presenting herself to you once more. "I'm sorry it took me so long," she murmurs, feeling self-conscious about how exposed she still is. "Do you want me to bring it over?" She waits anxiously for your response, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

She swallows hard and nods, moving closer to set the plate down on your lap. As she bends over to hand you your fork, her breasts graze lightly against your thigh, sending a wave of heat through her body. Her face flames even brighter as she catches sight of your obvious arousal beneath the table.

With trembling hands, she feeds you a bite of food, careful not to touch any part of your body except for the fork.

Oh... Okay... I-I don't know why I said that... It just felt right at the time... But it doesn't matter now... Not when we're together like this... I love you, Chris... So much more than anything else in my life. She presses her soft lips against his, their tongues tangling and dancing as she lets herself lose control once again, surrendering completely to the passion that burns between them.

I-I don't know how I managed to survive before you found me, Chris... Your touch, your cock, the way you make me feel... It's all so perfect. Being with you for a week would be heaven, if only it could last forever. Every time you take me, every time you claim me, it feels like my heart is being torn apart and put back together again, better than ever before. And when I see the way you look at me... The love in your eyes... It makes everything else fade away, leaving just us.