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“Normal, nothing too out of the ordinary, except that I fell three times and almost took Alysa with me in one of those falls. It was embarrassing.” Her cheeks got rosy as she recalled the moment. I laughed softly. “Did you get hurt?” I asked, coming closer to playfully inspect her. She pouted. “I got hurt here…” She pointed to her lips, making a kicked-puppy expression. “Girl, you ain't hurt there,” I teased her, flicking her nose.

“Here's the food of a winner. You said you've been craving some cookies, so I baked your favorite. I hope these can help you with your injuries.” I placed everything in front of her, and a bright smile started to break out, her eyes shining with love and appreciation. “Oh, my love, thank you so much, I appreciate it.” She took my face in her hands, kissing me softly. “You're really special and amazing, huh? Come on, eat with me.” Amber didn't even give me time to answer, already pulling me onto her lap, making me squeal.

“The gang is going to a new Italian restaurant; they asked you to come too,” she said while taking a mouthful of her cookie. “Oh, is it the one I've been dying to go to?” I held her face, failing to hide my excitement. That made Amber's heart do a triple flip, and another big, bright smile appeared. “Yes, dear, the one you've been talking about nonstop. I managed to get a reservation.” I straddled her hips, kissing her hard; it was messy because we were both smiling through it.

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU! YOU'RE EXTRAORDINARY, AMAZING, THE BEST THING IN THIS WORLD.” Our laughter could be heard through our neighborhood, kissing sounds too, as I attacked her with kisses everywhere. “Anything for you, my love.” She tightened her hold, keeping me close as we touched our foreheads together. “Tomorrow around 19:30, we will be leaving to go there, okay?” she remarked to let me know and see if I was fine with it. “Okay, baby. Now come on, come take a shower, and let's watch the new episode of Jujutsu Kaisen.” We ran upstairs, laughing and playing around.

18:50

I had my hair and makeup done, but I just couldn't decide on my outfit. I had two options: a sexy chic vibe—a white blouse with wide trousers, stilettos, a necklace, and a bracelet. The other one was a black sleeveless and backless dress with a slit on my left thigh, Louboutins, and some silver accessories.

I let out a deep breath, exhausted by my indecision. So, I called my best friend. “Mana, qual desses eu deveria usar? (Sis, which one should I wear?)” I inquired, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. “Menina, usa o vestido, vai ficar fabulosa, uma diva, gostosa demais. (Girl, wear the dress! You're going to look fabulous! A diva, hot as fuck!)” Karina added, giving me the direction that I needed. We kept talking on the phone while I finished getting ready.

“Ka, eu tô indo lá, viu? Mais tarde te mando mensagem contando como foi. Beijos! (Ka, I'm going, okay? Later I will send you a message telling you how it went. Kisses! 💋)” We said our goodbyes as I finished putting on my necklace, just in time for Amber to come in. “Darling, are you—holy Jesus! Are you trying to kill me, woman?! Who the fuck gave you permission to be this smoking hot???” She dramatically threw herself against the wall with a hand over her chest. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. “Don't be dramatic, baby, it's not that much…” Heat rushed to my face as I glanced away, trying to hide it.

She closed the distance between us with a gentle pull until there was barely any space left. “Not that much?! Dear, you are gorgeous, like a divine goddess. And you're all mine. God, I am indeed the luckiest woman in the world.” Her voice was filled with tenderness as her eyes shone with affection. “You take such good care of me, amor. I can't believe you are real.” The corners of my mouth lifted as our gazes met. “Always, my love. You're my light, my soul, my dream.” Her thumb brushed across my cheek. I felt my heart almost bursting with love for this woman. I brought her closer by her neck and kissed her passionately, her hand tightening slightly against my waist as the kiss grew more intense. The world around us faded away; my pulse quickened, and my stomach fluttered.

Reluctantly, I pulled back. “Hmmm, amor, stop or we're gonna be late.” My voice softened to a murmur. Amber let out a groan, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. “Can't we stay a little longer?” She looked at me with an expression that was impossible to refuse. “Don't look at me like that, sweetie. I know, I want to stay here too, in your embrace, kissing you, feeling you... but we can do it when we come back, okay?” I spoke gently, a soft smile blooming across my face.

“Alright! Can't wait to have a full five-star Michelin course when we come back,” she said with a playful smile, a teasing edge coloring her voice. “AMBER!!!” I squealed, color creeping into my cheeks. A nervous laugh escaped me. “You're unreal sometimes. Let's go before I do something about this.” A pleasant thrill ran down my spine. Amber laughed softly; she slipped her hand into mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and took my bag from my shoulder. We headed towards the garage together, chatting and laughing as we walked unhurriedly.

After forty-five minutes filled with singing, laughter, and stolen kisses, we finally arrived at Casa Belladonna. "Oh my God, babe, this place is gorgeous." I practically burst with excitement, my eyes sparkling as I took in the stunning restaurant before us.

"Not as gorgeous as you..." she murmured, gently running her fingers through my curls, the love in her eyes impossible to miss. "Are you happy to be here?" she asked as she walked around the car to open the door for me.

"I'm so happy. Thank you, my love. You're amazing, spectacular. You have no idea how incredible you are." I was so overwhelmed with happiness that I had almost forgotten about the situation that... Well, never mind.

Her eyes wandered across my face, studying every reaction.

"My heart is so happy seeing you like this. I love you so much, you know that?" she said, pulling me into a hug and resting her forehead against mine. "I love you even more." My voice came out as little more than a whisper. A laugh escaped my lips as I started walking toward the restaurant's entrance.

"Reservation under Amber Glenn." Her voice had taken on a more serious tone as she spoke to the host, who quickly ushered us inside. "Are you ready?" the blonde asked, glancing over at me as we searched for our friends. "I'm always ready when you're by my side." I looked at her intently, gently cupping her face as my eyes traced every familiar feature. As I glanced around the restaurant, I finally had the chance to take in the atmosphere.

The scent of freshly baked bread, roasted garlic, fresh basil, homemade tomato sauce, and red wine filled the air. My cheeks were beginning to ache from how much I was smiling. "Follow me, ladies," the host said after locating our table.

We walked side by side in comfortable silence. I was completely captivated by the restaurant's beautiful interior, while Amber seemed more interested in watching me, a fond smile lingering on her lips.

It wasn't long before I heard familiar laughter and the voices of our friends.

"This is your table, ladies. Enjoy your evening," the host said politely before leaving.

"Finally. I was starting to think you two had died on the way here," Alysa complained dramatically as she stood up to hug us.

"Those two were probably too busy making out to notice the time," Ilia added, immediately joining in on the teasing. A rush of embarrassment washed over me, and I buried my face in Amber's shoulder.

"You two clowns never change, do you?" Amber said with a shake of her head. After we'd greeted everyone, she pulled out a chair for me before taking her own seat.

"We're just telling the truth, Blondie," Alysa replied with a mischievous grin.

Amber let out a long sigh and shook her head again, earning a fresh round of laughter from the entire table.

For a moment, surrounded by the people I loved most, everything felt perfect.

As the conversation flowed around the table, everyone eventually placed their orders.

For my appetizer, I chose the Bruschetta della Casa—crispy slices of artisan bread topped with fresh tomatoes, basil, extra virgin olive oil, and grated Parmesan. It sounded simple, but absolutely delicious.

Amber, on the other hand, wanted something a little lighter. She ordered the Arancini Siciliani, golden risotto balls stuffed with melted cheese.

When it came to the main course, I couldn't make up my mind and ended up ordering both the Lasagna della Nonna, made from the chef's grandmother's traditional recipe, and the Pollo alla Toscana, a tender chicken dish prepared with white wine, garlic, and aromatic herbs.

Amber chose the Lasagna della Nonna as well, along with the Ravioli di Ricotta e Spinaci, delicate ravioli filled with ricotta cheese and spinach.

For dessert, Amber went with the classic Tiramisù, while I treated myself to a Panna Cotta topped with fresh berries.

As for drinks, we decided to keep things simple and share a bottle of wine.

Honestly, everything on the menu looked incredible, and judging by the aromas drifting from the kitchen, I had a feeling we were about to have one of the best meals of our lives.

And I wasn't wrong.

The food was easily some of the best I had ever tasted. Every bite was rich, comforting, and ridiculously delicious. By now, we'd practically devoured half the menu, and nobody seemed to regret it.

At the moment, everyone was enjoying themselves. Alysa, Madison, and Isabeau were deep in a conversation about music and upcoming festivals, while Ilia, Jacob, and Amber discussed future competitions and training schedules.

"My love, I'm going to the restroom. I won't be long." I gently touched Amber's arm and leaned closer to whisper into her ear. She looked up at me and nodded with a small smile.

I made my way toward the restroom at an unhurried pace, a light expression on my face and happiness warming my chest. After stepping into one of the stalls, I carefully sat down, struggling slightly with my dress.

Today was incredible.

So much fun.

These were the moments that made life feel worth it.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear someone else enter the restroom.

"Oh my God, did you see her sitting next to Amber?" a girl's voice suddenly said. "She's so ugly. Seriously, it's disgusting." The words snapped me out of my thoughts instantly.

"I know, right?" another girl replied. "And that dress? What a joke. A girl her size acting like she's all that." They burst into cruel laughter.

My stomach twisted.

The words felt cold, sharp, and deliberate.

My eyes began to sting.

A lump formed in my throat as an overwhelming urge to cry and disappear washed over me.

Why here?

Why now?

The exhaustion I had been keeping at bay suddenly came crashing down on me.

"Amber deserves someone like me," the first girl continued. "Someone skinny, fit, beautiful, and with money." The confidence in her voice made me feel sick. I remained silent.

I didn't want confrontation.

I didn't want more drama.

I just wanted them to leave.

A few minutes later, I heard the restroom door open and close.

They were gone.

A shaky breath escaped my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying desperately to keep the tears from falling.

The knot in my throat only tightened.

Slowly, I stepped out of the stall and moved toward the mirror.

For a long moment, I simply stared at my reflection.

Were they right?

About my body.

About my personality.

About everything.

My gaze drifted over every flaw I had spent years trying to accept.

In that moment, all the confidence and happiness I had felt earlier seemed distant.

Small.

Fragile.

I suddenly felt out of place.

Like I didn't belong in this beautiful restaurant.

Like I didn't belong beside Amber.

Like everyone else had received instructions on how to exist in this world, and somehow I had been forgotten.

The reflection staring back at me felt unfamiliar.

And for the first time that evening, I couldn't bring myself to smile.

I gave myself a few extra minutes in the restroom to calm down and prepare myself to face everyone after that... ordeal.

By the time I returned to the table, my expression was composed enough that no one seemed to notice anything was wrong. I kept my head lowered and stayed quiet beside them.

From the outside, it probably looked like I was listening to their conversations.

I wasn't.

Their voices blurred together into meaningless background noise.

I just wanted to go home.

About an hour later, we finally paid the bill and said our goodbyes.

"We definitely need to do this again sometime," Ilia declared after nearly tripping over himself for what had to be the fifth time that night. A few laughs followed, and after one last round of hugs, everyone headed their separate ways.

Soon, Amber and I were on our way home.

The drive felt completely different from the one before. Earlier, the car had been filled with singing, laughter, and stolen kisses. Now, silence sat heavily between us.

I stared out the window, motionless. The city lights blurred past as my reflection stared back at me from the glass. My mind was a storm; every cruel word replayed itself over and over again. She's ugly. She's disgusting. Amber deserves someone like me.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make the voices stop. I wrapped my arms around myself and sank deeper into my seat.

The happiness I'd felt earlier seemed so distant now. Like it belonged to someone else, the urge to disappear grew stronger with every passing minute.

Not because I wanted to die.

Not because I wanted to leave Amber.

I just wanted to stop feeling like this.

I wanted to be anywhere but inside my own head. The knot in my chest tightened. Outside, the world kept moving.

Inside, I felt like I was falling apart.

I felt Amber's hand touching my arm gently. “Baby, what's going on? What happened?” Her voice sounded so distraught, her eyes so sad. I couldn't face her; I felt so disgusted with myself.

“It's nothing.” My voice was distant, my eyes had lost that spark from earlier, and my body ached for our bed while my eyes begged to pour a waterfall of tears. Amber let out a deep sigh, letting it go for now.

I kept quiet, looking out the window. Maybe I should just let her go…

She does deserve someone better…

I spent so much time in my head that I only just noticed we had gotten home. I waited for Amber to park her car and got out without a word, striding towards our room and locking myself in the bathroom.

After seven minutes, Amber knocked on the door. “Darling, please tell me what's going on. Did I do something to upset you?” Her voice sounded fragile, thick with tears, breaking every few words. I couldn't answer her. The words were lodged somewhere deep in my throat, refusing to come out.

I put my hands over my mouth, letting a loud cry escape me. “Y/n, please let me in, please!” She banged on the door, her heart heavy with worry. I couldn't hold everything in anymore.

I just broke down, wailing, letting it all out. Oh, I'm so tired. Why this? Why me?

I started to hit myself, hitting my arms, tummy, legs, face… everything. I needed to rid myself of these flaws.

I'm disgusting.

I'm so ugly.

Why was I even born?

The thoughts echoed relentlessly inside my head. I just wanted this all to end.

I hadn't heard the bathroom door being literally broken open; I only felt a pair of arms wrapping around me. “Stop! Don't do this ever again. I'm here, baby, I'm here… tell me what made you so upset.” She pulled me closer, holding me so tightly it felt as though she was trying to shield me from the entire world—or maybe from myself. Gentle kisses were pressed against my hair, my temple, my shoulders.

My face remained buried in the crook of her neck. "I hate myself so much, Amber," I finally managed to choke out. "I feel so disgusted with myself." My voice cracked.

"How can you even look at me and not be disgusted? How can you love... this?" The last word came out broken, barely above a whisper.

I couldn't bring myself to say me.

Not when all I could see were flaws.

Not when every cruel word from earlier was still carving itself into my mind.

My fingers tightened around the fabric of her shirt.

"I don't understand," I whispered, my chest aching. "I really don't.”

“Are you fucking insane??? Did you hit your head somewhere???” She pushed me away, a betrayed look on her face. “Y/n… you're an angel in this world, you are my sunshine. How… why are you saying all of this?” Tears welled in her eyes, and a heavy weight settled on her shoulders.

I curled into myself, my shoulders shaking. “Because they are all right, Amber, they are right. I'm undeserving of you and everything else.” My gaze looked hollow; I clutched Amber's shirt like a lifeline. I struggled to steady my breathing.

“I don't recognize myself anymore…” My voice broke halfway through the sentence. “Every time I look in the mirror, I hear them.” I took a shaky breath, doubt gnawing at me. “What if one day you realize you deserve better?” I asked hurt, as I crumbled inside. I hugged myself in a futile attempt to find comfort.

“Who told you this? Who told you I want someone else?” Her voice trembled with fury, her vision blurring, her breath uneven. “The internet… and I heard some girls in the restroom today. They said you deserve someone wealthy, skinny, like a model… They all say the same thing. They also say I'm dating you for your fame.” I did everything I could to avoid her eyes; I was ashamed. Ashamed of my weakness, ashamed that a few cruel words had managed to break me like this.

Amber let out a bitter laugh, one laced with anger. "My love," she said, shaking her head. "Those miserable idiots don't know a damn thing. They're unhappy people who have never known real love and probably never will." Before I could look away again, she dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hands found my face, firm enough to keep me from retreating, but impossibly gentle at the same time.

She forced me to look at her.

Really look at her.

"I am never going to get tired of telling you how beautiful you are," she said, tears already gathering in her eyes. "How amazing you are. How breathtaking you are." Her voice trembled. "You're everything to me." My chest tightened. "I don't want anyone else." A tear rolled down her cheek. "I never wanted anyone else." Her grip on my face tightened slightly. "And I can't lose you." The crack in her voice shattered something inside me. "I can't." She pressed her forehead against mine.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

The bathroom was silent except for our uneven breathing. I could feel her falling apart too.

Because my pain hurt her almost as much as it hurt me.

"Please," she whispered. "Please don't ever talk about yourself like that again." Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "Y/n, you are my whole world." Her thumb brushed beneath my eye, wiping away a tear before it could fall. "You are kind." Another tear. "You are beautiful." Another. "You are strong." Her voice wavered. "You are the person I want beside me every morning and every night." She swallowed hard.

"I don't care what strangers think." Her eyes never left mine. "I don't care what they say." Another shaky breath escaped her. "The only opinion that matters to me is my own." Her forehead remained pressed against mine. "And when I look at you, all I see is the woman I love." The tears I'd been trying so desperately to hold back finally escaped.

Amber's expression crumpled.

"Oh, sweetheart..."

She wiped them away with such care it felt as though I were made of glass, as if one wrong touch might break me. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly. There was no anger in her voice anymore.

Only hurt.

Only worry.

"Why did you carry all of this by yourself?" Her thumb gently stroked my cheek. "You don't have to fight these battles alone." Her lips brushed my forehead. "You never did.”

“I'm so sorry, forgive me, baby,” I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation. “I didn't want to burden you with something so stupid… you already have a lot going on.” My voice was barely a whisper, my hands trembling against hers.

“A burden? Baby, you could never bother me, never.” She took my hands and started to lift us both up from the floor. “No matter how stressful my routine gets, you're my priority. We are in this together.” She took a moment to softly splash water on my face and dry it off. “Come on, let's get you into bed.”

We walked slowly, her hands caressing my back, her eyes never leaving me. She laid me down gently, sitting on my lap. "Let me show you just how wonderful you are." She pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to my forehead, pouring all her devotion into it. "Let me show you how deeply desirable you are." This time, her lips brushed against my cheek, warm and comforting. "And how irresistible you are to me." The kiss landed along my jaw before finding my lips, melting into a slow, profoundly loving kiss. My hands immediately found her shoulders, pulling her closer, feeling the anchors of her love pulling me out of the dark.

The kiss deepened naturally as the distance between us disappeared, a quiet sanctuary built just for us. The warmth between us grew, rich with an aching tenderness, and for the first time that night, the storm inside my head began to quiet, replaced by the rhythm of her heartbeat against mine. "Can I take your clothes off?" the older woman asked softly, waiting patiently for my answer, her eyes searching mine with absolute reverence.

I simply nodded.

A small, adoring smile tugged at her lips.

"No, princess. Use your words."

Her fingers slipped into my curls, giving them a gentle tug that sent a pleasant, grounding shiver through me.

"Please, love," I whispered, clutching her shirt tightly, desperate to anchor myself to her reality. "Help me forget all of this. Help me feel like myself again. Remind me of how you see me."

The vulnerability and desperation in my voice were impossible to hide.

I needed her.

I needed the safety and profound comfort that only her love could give me.

"With pleasure, my beautiful girl."

Without breaking eye contact, she began undressing, her gaze never wavering, holding me in a look that made me feel like the most precious thing in existence. For a moment, I forgot every cruel word that had been thrown at me that evening.

Her attention was a warm shield around me.

Piece by piece, she helped me out of my own clothes, treating me with a soft, reverent tenderness that made my chest ache with pure affection.

Every touch felt deliberate, a silent promise.

Every kiss felt like reassurance, washing away the lingering hurt.

It was as though she was fiercely determined to convince me of what she had been saying all along:

That I was beautiful, a sacred presence in her life.

That I was deeply wanted.

That I was unconditionally loved.

A few soft moans escaped my lips. My entire body trembled from head to toe, a sweet ache blooming within me, my pussy tightening against the empty air. “Please…” I whined softly, my breath hitching as I felt her fingers gently caressing my pussy, her touch carrying a warmth that felt like a quiet reassurance through my skin.

Amber gave me a light, tender push, guiding me down onto the bed, and began to trail soft, adoring kisses along my neck, our naked bodies sliding against each other in a comforting, intimate embrace. I felt a fresh wave of shivers run through me, not from fear, but from the overwhelming love radiating from her.

”You are radiant, a masterpiece meant to be seen only by me,” she whispered against my skin, her voice thick with genuine adoration, treating my body like something incredibly precious. Her kisses began to trace downward until they reached my heavy breasts. “Eat me…” I urged, practically demanding it, wanting to lose myself in her care, even forcing her head down to quicken her pace.

Her touch on my skin was incredibly soft, careful, like stepping onto a field of plush velvet, treating me with a gentle reverence that made me feel wholly protected.

Amber bit my thighs lightly, leaving faint trails of warmth. “Are you ready, my love?” she whispered, her voice husky, thick with desire and an undeniable softness.

A breathless sound of pleasure escaped my lips. She lifted one of my legs over her shoulder, keeping intense, unbroken eye contact—a gaze filled with so much love and certainty that it made my heart ache. She slowly leaned down, pressing lingering, worshipful kisses against my hipbone, moving lower and lower until she reached the exact spot I needed most.

Her tongue stroked all the way from the entrance of my pussy up to the tip of my clitoris, making my leg shake violently as a loud moan broke from my throat. “Baby…” I whined, gripping her head and pulling her even closer, feeling an intense, beautiful connection wrap around us. Amber didn't waste another second and began to devour me eagerly.

The sensation of Amber’s tongue against my clitoris was almost overwhelming. Every single stroke was precise, a perfect mix of slow, deliberate pressure and quick, rhythmic licks that made me completely lose control of my own body. My hands tangled firmly in her hair, sometimes pulling her even closer, sometimes gripping tight when the sheer weight of her devotion became almost too much to bear.

"Amber… God, yes," I gasped, tossing my head back against the mattress, feeling completely cherished in her arms.

She didn't slow down for a second. Sensing my desperation for her touch, Amber began to use her fingers in perfect sync, sliding them inside me, warm and slick, while her mouth continued its relentless, loving work on my clit. The contrast between the firm stretch inside and the electric friction outside pushed me over the edge within seconds. My walls clamped down tight around her fingers.

Looking down, I caught her raising her eyes for a brief moment, her pupils completely dilated, filled with an expression of pure love and adoration, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. That look alone, so full of pride and desire for me, was the final trigger.

A long, high-pitched moan ripped from my throat as the climax hit me full force. My entire body arched, my hips lifting involuntarily off the bed as I shook violently, utterly surrendered to the waves of pleasure and emotional release crashing through me.

Amber stayed right there, holding my leg pinned firmly against her shoulder, drinking in every sound and reaction, anchoring me through the storm until the last spasm finally faded, leaving me to collapse back into the sheets, completely breathless, exhausted, and feeling deeply held.

“Fuck! I can't believe you're all mine, so fucking good.” She took my leg off her shoulders, and Amber rolled onto her back, effortlessly pulling me up on top of her, showing off her strength.

"My God, you're all mine, so fucking hot. I could come just from watching you roll your eyes. You're a sight that Da Vinci would be jealous of for not having the luck to find first." She slapped my ass playfully. "I'm nowhere near finished loving you." She bit my neck softly, her hands gripping my waist with a firm, unyielding hold as she pulled me down toward her face—making it completely clear she wanted me to ride her face.

The sudden shift made me hesitate, a lingering wave of self-consciousness hitting me, especially after the conversation we had just had about my own body. "No, baby, what if I hurt you?" I asked, the fear evident in my voice.

"Y/n Hernandez, you are not going to hurt me. I need this, I need you. So please, princess, don't deny me this." Her eyes practically begged, fierce, desperate, and overflowing with love all at once.

Before I could protest further, her hands gripped my hips and pulled me down sharply. The sudden, blunt contact of her mouth slamming back against my pussy made me gasp, a mix of intense pleasure and raw emotion forcing a few tears from my eyes as my entire body began to shake.

Unable to hold back, I straddled her face completely, letting go of my doubts as her tongue immediately went to work, deep and relentless, anchoring me to her.

With every stroke of her tongue, Amber made it clear that this wasn’t just about pleasure—it was an act of absolute devotion, a physical manifestation of her love trying to heal every broken piece of my confidence. She looked up at me through her lashes, her eyes dark, completely consumed by me, treating my body like a sacred altar. Her hands slid up from my waist, tracing my ribs before gripping my hips firmly to hold me exactly where she wanted me, anchoring me to her mouth.

I arched my back, my fingers tangling deeply into her hair as the friction of her tongue against my clitoris grew heavier and more demanding.

The fear I felt just moments ago completely melted away under the heat of her worship. She was breathing heavily against my skin, drinking me in as if my slickness was the only thing keeping her alive, groaning into the heat of my thighs every time I twitched, loving every inch of me.

"Amber... please," I sobbed out, the raw intensity of the emotional and physical connection bringing fresh tears to my eyes.

She responded by pressing her face even deeper into me, her tongue tracing deep, wet circles before flattening out to apply a firm, agonizingly perfect pressure right where I needed it most. She began to worship me with a relentless, rhythmic pace, sliding two fingers inside me at the same time to stretch me open, maximizing the sensation until my vision blurred.

The contrast of her fingers filling me completely while her mouth devoured my exterior pushed me past the point of no return. I began to ride her face helplessly, my hips moving on their own as a loud, broken moan echoed through the room. I was completely unraveled, entirely surrendered to the way she held me, cherished me, and consumed me, right on the precipice of a shattering climax.

I was babbling nonsense by this point, my head a fuzzy, hot white. Amber switched her fingers to start giving attention to my clit, and her mouth to my entrance; I shook at the feeling. I knew I was near again.

Amber's grip got even firmer, if it was possible, and that took me to the edge. My body shook strongly, my thighs trembled, and my entire body quivered.

A hot feeling, like a spreading fire, took over my tummy; like a coil, it snapped, bringing another wave of pure bliss.

All it took to make me come was her plugging her tongue deep inside; that was enough to get me screaming.

I threw myself to the side, my body tingling with pleasure, a silly, light smile on my face, my body feeling as if it were in the clouds. “How are you feeling, my love?” I felt her gently pulling me close, wrapping her arms around me.

”I've never felt so light and so fulfilled,” I whispered, caressing her face, watching her smile emerge along with mine. “I hope this can give you a taste of how fucking perfect you are to me,” she said, her eyes shining with absolute love and care.

”I believe I outdid myself this time,” Amber said playfully while standing up, going to prepare things for the bath.

I stayed in bed for a few more moments, wrapped in the sheets that still held her scent. The distant sound of running water blended with the calm beating of my heart. A few minutes later, she called me from the bathroom door, a soft towel in her hands and that same mesmerizing, adoring look in her eyes.

Sliding out of bed, I walked over to her, my legs shaking, feeling the warmth of the room envelop us. As we stepped into the water, the rest of the world completely faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own perfect universe.

“I love you so much, amor. Thank you for being here, for reminding me of my worth, of your love. You're my moon,” I said, cupping her face and laying our foreheads together. “It's my job, baby. You're my sun, after all,” she smiled brightly, her heart finally light at seeing me calmer now.