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Lyaenidae
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And when I got bossy once more, he didn’t resist. Didn’t question.
Only held me when I needed him to and, indeed, made sure to give more than he took.
Maybe it was the best day of his life. It’s definitely mine.
And the best night, too.
Nothing could prepare me for being carried away, with gentleness and need intertwined so deeply, they felt like a cocktail made to make me explode.
To say he worshipped me was an understatement.
This was Amani's side of the story, i hope we all understand everything a little better now 😇
Taking a small storytelling break next week (but hoping for plenty of cute pics of my sims still!)
Back for the next part on June 22nd!! ✨
I let myself inhale a couple of times before answering. “It’s about to get better. Go to the bedroom, Zek.”
He obeyed, this time. But once I found myself alone in his bathroom, stealing a towel, I couldn’t help but doubt. Was this too much? Or… well… too little?
“I’m really doing this?”
Walking into his bedroom had me almost giggling in anticipation.
“If you call me cute now, I’m going to just walk out. You’re warned.”
He stayed silent and froze when I appeared in front of him, in nothing but a towel. The way he had taunted me, I now returned. And a knowing smile grew on his face.
(heads up! we're about to go NSFW for the next hour 🤭)
The towel was quickly dropped and as I walked around the bed to get to him, he stood.
Slowly, as if I could break any second, he took my hands and lifted them above my head, my shoulders flushed to the wall.
“Look at you. You are a work of art, Amani” His voice was strained, his breath on my cheek.
His hands held me up as my knees threatened to buckle. Not because they were weak, anymore. No. Only because of the intensity of the wave of emotion that rushed through me as our lips parted.
“Today’s the best day of my life.” He breathed out, wonder in his voice.
When our lips touched, it felt like a lifetime of butterflies exploded in my stomach. It was gentle and so full of intent.
It felt like he had, indeed, been thinking of exactly how he wanted this to go. And like I could just melt into it, forget about everything else. He had it handled.
