“I’m gonna make love to you all night, Camilla Torres…” I warn before dipping my head at her neck and peppering open-mouthed kisses toward her ear.
She sighs contentedly, dropping her head to permit me the sweet pleasures of bestowing upon her bodily pleasures as a testament to my love for her.
“I was supposed to show you how I manipulate water…” she whispers.
“That can wait for now…” I rasp against the shell of her ear, nibbling on the lobe. “Why don’t you show me all the ways you can manipulate my being…?”
“Hmm…” she hums, surrendering completely to promises of the future.
A bright future in which I have the honor of loving a woman as extraordinary as Camilla. As I let my hand drift beneath her skirt to find the warm essence of her womanhood, already deliciously moist with arousal, anticipation for that future builds inside me.
For now, we’ll bask in the present moment, my throbbing need desiring nothing more than to sink between her walls in the physical embodiment of unison, united as one body of pleasure and love beneath the Aurora skies.
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THE END
