As Emily arched her back with pleasure, she couldn't help but touch her own bosom while gazing up at the ceiling. Her thoughts were a conflicting blend of desire, fear, and a longing for validation.
My whole, I want to dedicate to you.
Just forgive if I go against this time.
Yes, I am afraid.
I am afraid of her.
I am afraid of your PA.
As Emily continued to lose herself in the act, the fear of competition with Hazel became more palpable.
With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Emily intensified her movements, jumping faster and deeper. Leaning over Francisco, she called his name with a gasp, "Francisco!"
Francisco, who had kept his eyes closed, finally opened them to witness her in the throes of passion. Giving him a seductive look, Emily expressed, "I want to let you feel good, love."
In response, Francisco, who had been silent until then, finally spoke, questioning Emily's ability.
"Can you do that?"
"Do you have the power to do it?"
However, his mind was consumed by thoughts of Hazel. At that moment, it seemed impossible for Emily to truly satisfy him.
As Emily nodded while gasping, she implored, "Please hold my hands."
She extended her hands toward Francisco, who reciprocated by reaching out and grasping her palms gently. Emily gently grabbed his palm and placed it on her bosom.
Looking at him, she softly requested with a seductive look, "Please..."
Understanding her desire, Francisco, still immersed in thoughts of Hazel, gave her a somewhat robotic gaze, devoid of emotion, then tightened his grip on her bosom.
Emily, biting her lips, closed her eyes as she experienced a mix of pleasure and pain. It was a rough touch, but still, she found a degree of satisfaction in his touch.
Francisco's eyes were fixated on her face, but for a fleeting moment, he was lost in thought.
What if it was Hazel?
The mere contemplation of Hazel seemed to alter his demeanor. With thoughts of Hazel in his mind, Francisco arched his brows and squeezed harder at Emily's bosom.
Emily, caught in a blend of pain and pleasure, couldn't help but moan. The sound echoed in the room, a manifestation of the conflicting emotions surging through her.
"Yes!"
She uttered, encapsulating the complex dynamics of her feelings in that single word.
At that moment, Francisco's control slipped further, his mind overwhelmed by thoughts of Hazel. He closed his eyes and continued kneading Emily's bosom and buds with excessive force.
His hands, controlled by an unseen force, became relentless in their exploration of Emily's body.
Emily, caught in the whirlwind of sensations, couldn't help but let out sweet moans, her passion escalating.
The room echoed with her wild sounds, the atmosphere charged with a heady mixture of desire and passion.
In Francisco's mind, however, the vivid image of Hazel took precedence. He envisioned her green eyes, her pink lips, and every detail of her being. The contrast between the intense physical act with Emily and the mental presence of Hazel created a turbulent experience for Francisco.
Unable to shake off the persistent thoughts of Hazel, Francisco clenched his teeth and abruptly sat up, releasing his grip on Emily's bosom. Instead, he seized her waist firmly.
Emily, taken aback, sensed a change in the atmosphere. Before she could react, Francisco lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, spreading her further. Understanding his intentions, Emily held onto the edge of the bed, closing her eyes in anticipation of what was to come.
As Francisco initiated his powerful movements, Emily felt a surge of pleasure that transported her to a euphoric state. The bed beneath them began to shake with the intensity of their passionate encounter.
Francisco, still grappling with the conflicting thoughts of Hazel, couldn't contain himself and let out a loud curse as he reached his climax.
For those 15 minutes of passionate rumbling, Emily felt as if she were in a heavenly trance.
In the aftermath of their intense encounter, both Francisco and Emily found themselves breathless.
Francisco, with an air of detachment, swiftly withdrew from their connection, treating the aftermath as if it were a distasteful obligation. He disentangled himself from Emily's leg, a gesture akin to discarding an unwanted object.
Meanwhile, Emily, still gasping and visibly shaken, attempted to regain some semblance of composure. Her legs, weakened by the intensity of their encounter, quivered beneath her. The echoes of her own pleasure reverberated within her, leaving her in a state of disarray.
In an attempt to communicate, Emily hesitantly uttered, "Francisco, can I..." but was promptly cut off by his stern command.
"Get out of here."
Emily lowered her gaze; she knew he would not allow her to sleep with him.
Silently, she gathered her clothes and, devoid of any shred of dignity, left his room in a naked state.
Her whole body was hurting because the way he held her hand and legs in that particular area became black. Her face was solemn, but suddenly she smiled while looking down. She opened her palm, there was a needle. She did what she wanted.
As Emily reveled in her perceived victory, a triumphant smile adorned her face. She strolled towards her destination, the room where she sought solace and a momentary escape from the tumultuous world she had entered.
Entering the washroom, Emily cast a glance at the commode, contemplating her next move. With a deliberate action, she disposed of the needle, watching it vanish into the water as she flushed the evidence away. A subtle act of erasing any trace of her calculated maneuver.
In the sanctuary of the shower, water cascaded over Emily's body, its rhythmic patter serving as a soothing backdrop.
Her thoughts invariably gravitated towards Francisco, who occupied her every waking moment.
As her fingers traced the curves of her body under the cascading water, Emily couldn't help but ponder the elusive connection she sought. In the echo of the shower, her musing took a poignant turn.
Francisco, when can I kiss your lips?
I know you had just imagined her.
You thought it was her.
Does it mean you are seriously in love?
With teary eyes she bit her lips, looking down at the water.