Page 100 of Picture Perfect

When she finally climaxes with a guttural cry, it's like a symphony of pleasure exploding within me. It's a moment of raw, primal connection.

"Chess," she moans again as if begging for relief from this pleasurable torture. Addy's eyes flutter open, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she looks up at me. Her eyes are full of trust and something more profound.

I crawl back up, my lips ghosting along her skin until I reach those beautiful lips. I nibble on her lower lip teasingly before taking her lips and plunging my tongue into her mouth. Her hands run over my cheeks, her fingers tracing the contours of my face, as if trying to memorize every curve.

"Chess," she breathes, her voice hoarse, pulled taut with need. Her gaze never leaves mine, and in that moment, I know I'm in too deep.

"Chess," she says again, halting my eager hands with a gentleness that contradicts the urgency of our actions. Hesitation colors her voice. "I—I've never done this before."

The shock hits me like a bucket of ice water, dousing the inferno within. She's a virgin? How did I not see it—the innocence that clings to her despite everything she's been through?

"Addy, I—" My words falter, caught in the realization that this moment is monumental for her. This isn't just a fleeting connection; it's a pivotal point in her life, one she's trusting me with.

I pull back, creating a sliver of space between our fevered bodies. My breath comes out in ragged pulls, matching the heave of her chest. The heat from her skin is intoxicating, but I force myself to focus on her eyes, those deep pools of green that always seem to see right through me.

"Addy," I start, my voice rough with emotion, "we don't have to do anything you're not ready for. There's no rush." A small smile plays on my lips as I brush a stray lock of her golden hair behind her ear. "I'm happy just being here with you, just having a taste of who you are."

She stares at me, and there's this flicker of something strong and fierce in her gaze. It's the same look she gets when she's about to challenge authority or take down some jerk who thinks he can push her around. That resilience that's always defined her, even when life tried to knock her down.

"Chess." Her voice is steady, sure. "No."

My heart skips. No?

"I get to choose, Chess," she asserts, her eyes blazing with conviction. "When, where, and who—I make those decisions. No one else." Her hand finds mine, gripping it with a strength that belies the softness of her touch. "And I choose you. Here. Now."

The words echo through the room, through my soul. She chooses me. Despite the chaos that swirls around us, the complicated web of emotions surrounding our group, she stands before me, determined to claim her own desires.

"Are you okay with that?" she asks, vulnerability etched into her features, a stark contrast to the fearless girl who stood up for Carmen.

"Okay?" I echo, marveling at her courage. "Addy, there's nothing about you that's just okay. You're extraordinary. And if this is what you want... if you're sure..." I let the question hang between us, giving her the power she's claimed with such fierce determination.

She nods, the decision made clear in her unwavering gaze. "I'm sure, Chess. With you," she whispers, sealing her promise with a kiss that ignites a new flame within me—a flame filled with reverence for the gift she's offering.

The anticipation hangs heavy between us, the air thick with it. She touches my face again, her fingers trailing over the rough stubble along my jawline. It's an intimate caress, one that adds fuel to the already roaring fire within me.

"Chess," she urges once more. The sound of my name on her lips is like a carnal mantra I crave. Her chest rises and falls rapidly against mine, the friction of our heated bodies creating a delicious torment.

"Addy," I growl back lowly, feeling her shiver at the raw need lacing my voice. My hands are on her waist, thumbs digging into her soft flesh as if staking a claim. "Are you absolutely sure?"

As she nods, every inch of my being burns with a hunger I've never known before. There's no turning back now; not when her emerald eyes shine bright with determination, not when she’s offering herself to me like this. Her bare body laid out before me is sin incarnate —pert breasts straining towards me as if yearning for my mouth; soft pink nipples hardening under my gaze; slender legs slightly parted just enough to give me another glimpse of paradise.

I reach into the nightstand, fingers closing around the small foil packet. The sound of my heart seems to pound in my ears as I turn back to Addy, my gaze searching hers for any hint of doubt.

"You’re sure?" I ask again, the condom pinched between my thumb and index finger, a symbol of her trust and my responsibility.

She nods, her blonde hair catching the dim light of the room, eyes so green they could outshine any emerald. "Yes, I've never been more certain of anything."

In that moment, with her affirmation, the world narrows down to just us, to the heat of her skin against mine, to the significance of what we're about to share. My hands roam down from her hips to encase her thighs, fingertips digging into the velvety skin as I pull her even closer.

My fingers trace lower now over the silky skin of her inner thigh, moving ever so slowly toward that sweet heat between her legs. Teasing... testing... A gasp escapes Addy's lips as I delve deeper into her pretty pink pussy and fuck—the wetness there is a testament to her want, proof of her unbridled need for me.

"Chess!" she moans as I dip one finger into her heat. Her hips buck in response, and all rational thought slips away. I'm feral now—controlled by instinct. I spread the moisture along her folds, my heart pounding with primal desire as her body contracts around my touch.

A moment's pause—just enough time to pull out the condom and roll it on with trembling hands. She pulls me into a hungry kiss, our tongues dancing in a fiery ballet that leaves us both breathless. With shaky hands, she reaches down to guide me into her core.

"Tell me if you want to stop, anytime," I whisper, positioning myself at her entrance. It's not just about desire; it's about honor, about being the one she trusts with her vulnerability. “I mean it Addy. You say stop and I stop.”

"Please," she breathes out, and it's all the consent and pleading I need.

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