Diana bit her lip as he tore off her bra.
Her full breasts bounced free.
His hands found them and squeezed with slow, hungry pressure.
She gasped, unable to hold back.
— Why am I not stopping him? she thought.
Why do I want him to continue?
— Why are you holding back? he whispered in her ear. You feel it too. You want this as much as I do.
His voice, rough and almost pleading, made her shiver.
When his hand slipped under her panties, she tried to stop him.
— Let go, my love, he whispered in her ear.
— Gale… we… we can't…
— Do you really think this is wrong?
You're just searching for love… and I want to give it to you. Besides, you don't owe him anything. You were never his.
His words struck her like lightning.
Slowly, she loosened her grip.
Gale slid his fingers into her folds.
— Aaah… Gale…
She leaned against the wall, body trembling.
His skilled fingers drove her wild.
— You're already so wet, Diana. And this is only the beginning…
Her mind was clouded.
— Aaah… I… I'm coming…
She came hard, moaning his name, her legs shaking.
Gale pulled his hand back and showed her.
— Look… look how much you wanted me. You're thinking of me now.
Blushing, ashamed… and aroused, she looked at his glistening fingers.
Then Gale lifted her, carrying her to the bed.
He tore the rest of her dress off, leaving her in only her panties.
Diana, lost between shame and desire, felt her heart pounding.
— Gale…
He removed his shirt. His bare chest, tight muscles… Diana stared, stunned.
She felt exposed. Vulnerable… but so alive.
He knelt, kissed her breasts, circled her nipples with his tongue.
— Haaaan… Gale…
His tongue licked, teased, bit.
She screamed, her restraint crumbling.
Then Gale moved lower, pulled off the last fabric covering her.
Spreading her legs, he slid in one finger. Then two. Three. Four…
— Gaaaaale… !
Until Diana screamed again, pleasure exploding inside her.