This was Amani's side of the story, i hope we all understand everything a little better now š
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!! āØ
Walking into his bedroom had me almost giggling in anticipation.
āIf you call me cute now, Iām going to just walk out. Youāre warned.ā
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.
I let myself inhale a couple of times before answering. āItās about to get better. Go to the bedroom, Zek.ā
He obeyed, this time. But once I found myself alone in his bathroom, stealing a towel, I couldnāt help but doubt. Was this too much? Orā¦ wellā¦ too little?
āIām really doing this?ā
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.
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.
And when I got bossy once more, he didnāt resist. Didnāt question.
Only held me when I needed him to and, indeed, made sure to give more than he took.
(heads up! we're about to go NSFW for the next hour š¤)
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.
āLook at you. You are a work of art, Amaniā His voice was strained, his breath on my cheek.