Eventually, Patricia decided to let go of all those worries and instead focus on the fire Alvin was igniting between them. She tried to match his fervor, surrendering herself to the passion of the moment, feeling an electric thrill course through her veins. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them ensnared in their growing desire.Alvin seemed to realize her inexperience because, after a while, she noticed his touch becoming tender and considerate. His movements were slow and gentle, as if giving her the chance to adjust and learn how to respond. His hands were warm and reassuring, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns along her skin, sending shivers down her spine. When he finally moved away from her lips, it was only to start kissing her neck with deliberate slowness, making her shiver with anticipation and her breath catch in her throat.Patricia gasped as Alvin's hot lips branded her skin, sending waves of heat through her body. The sensation was u
Patricia felt as if her entire world had shifted the moment Alvin began to suck on the tip of her left breast. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before—a jolt of electricity that surged through her, awakening every nerve in her body. The pleasure was intoxicating, and she knew, deep down, that she would crave this feeling again and again."Oh, this is heaven, Alvin," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as a soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips. The words came out as a whisper, filled with both awe and surrender.Alvin remained silent, his focus entirely on her. He lifted his head for a brief moment, their eyes meeting in an unspoken exchange that sent a shiver down her spine. Then, without a word, he lowered his head again, resuming his exploration of her body as if searching for the very essence of her being within her left breast.From the start, Patricia could sense that Alvin was being gentle, almost as if he was giving her time to adjust to the inten
“Seriously, Alvin. I don’t think I can take you,” Patricia said, her voice trembling as a wave of anxiety surged through her, tightening around her chest like a vice.Alvin’s response was a tender smile that held a promise of care and passion. Slowly, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both soft and commanding. “I promise you that I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against her mouth, his breath warm and intoxicating.Patricia’s lips parted, as if to voice her fears, but the words lodged in her throat, refusing to come out. Instead, she found herself yielding to the moment, surrendering to the current of emotions that swept over her like a tidal wave.Alvin was in control, and Patricia knew it. His hands moved with a confidence that spoke of experience, of knowing exactly how to make the next moments between them unforgettable. She was helpless in comparison, a novice in this dance of intimacy, but she trusted him completely. She had no choice but to trust him.As Alvin p
Each deliberate movement of Alvin's tongue against the delicate, sensitive part nestled between Patricia's trembling thighs sent powerful surges of electricity cascading through her entire being. That electrifying sensation didn't just tingle on her skin—it awakened something deeper, igniting every fiber of her womanhood with a fiery intensity she had never known before.His mouth, warm and insistent, moved with a tantalizing precision, while his agile tongue, wet and eager, traced passionate, swirling patterns across the entrance of her most intimate core. Every caress was a symphony of heat and desire, drawing Patricia into a vortex of anticipation and raw, unbridled longing that made her feel both vulnerable and empowered all at once."Oh, Alvin," she thought breathlessly, the words barely forming in her mind as she surrendered to the pleasure he was masterfully orchestrating. The way his tongue explored her with such expert skill—it was as if he knew exactly how to play her body li
Patricia closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, allowing herself to be fully immersed in the intense heat that surrounded her like a warm, enveloping embrace. Every touch, every breath between them felt like a slow, deliberate burn, igniting a fire deep within her that she had never known existed. The way Alvin’s fingers trailed along her skin was like a silent conversation, a language only they shared—one spoken through the heated exchange of their bodies. It was an experience so intimate, so private, that it seemed the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.Her emotions swirled in confusion, a turbulent mix of pleasure, desire, and something even deeper—something she couldn’t quite name. But as uncertain as she felt, there was one thing she knew with absolute certainty: this night would leave a permanent imprint on her soul, a mark that time would never erase.The sharp pain that had sliced through her earlier began to dissolve like mi
Present Time… Patricia let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. Her suspicions had been correct. What happened between her and Alvin wasn’t just a fleeting moment; it had been a recurring affair. There were nights when she found herself wrapped in his arms, spending the night at his apartment. The passion between them had continued, even after she started her job.To Alvin’s credit, during the time they were entangled, he hadn’t been involved with anyone else. Their affair lasted for over two years before she made the painful decision to walk away.A wistful sigh escaped her lips as she recalled those moments. There was a profound reason why she had married Robert, a secret buried deep within her heart. But Alvin didn’t need to know that. The truth was, by marrying Robert, she felt she had done Alvin a disservice, even though Alvin was the one who truly held her heart.Lost in her thoughts, Patricia was startled by the sudden
The Past...“GOOD morning, sleepyhead.”Alvin's gentle voice wrapped around Patricia like a warm blanket, pulling her from the last remnants of sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Patricia stretched lazily, the cool sheets sliding off her skin as she blinked away the haze of slumber.“Hey, you’re here early,” she remarked, her voice still tinged with the softness of sleep. She sat up slowly, running a hand through her tousled hair, feeling the faint chill of the morning air on her skin.“Yeah, I came straight here so we could have breakfast together,” Alvin replied, his tone affectionate as he perched on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, and the familiar scent of his cologne—woodsy with a hint of spice—filled her senses as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I missed you,” he added, his voice low, almost a whisper.A quiet laugh escaped Patricia’s lips, a gentle soun
The Past...Patricia noticed the sudden flash of offense in Alvin's eyes, the brief spark igniting a tension between them that was palpable in the small space they occupied. The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across Alvin's chiseled features, highlighting the tightness in his jaw and the subtle furrow of his brows. She braced herself for his response, anticipating the sharp retort that would surely follow as his lips parted to speak."You're being harsh," Alvin said, his voice low and edged with a hint of hurt that belied his usual confident demeanor. Despite the emotion evident in his tone, his arms remained firmly wrapped around her waist, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away.Patricia arched an eyebrow, her own defenses rising in response. The subtle scent of his cologne—musky with a hint of citrus—filled her senses, making it harder to maintain the barrier she desperately tried to keep between them. "B