> Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and adult situations. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
Time seemed to stand still. The steam, the proximity, the heat... everything blended into a suspended moment. Then he inserted a finger, then a second. Miria groaned.
—Aaah... Asher... oh yes... again...
He added a third, then a fourth finger, penetrating her with intensity, pumping inside her, playing on the sensitive areas with a mastery that made her explode.
- Yes ! Yes… Asher… it's so good…!
Her orgasm shook her from head to toe. After a long silence, she felt his member between her thighs, she lowered her head and saw the tip of his member protruding from her thighs.
"Asher…" she whispered.
"I would have liked to put him inside you right now," he whispered, his voice full of suppressed desire. But for today, I will be content to rub it against you... to let you feel the half-pleasure, the vibration, a discreet smile at the corner of your lips.
A shiver ran through Miria.
—Next time, when you're ready, I'll put him inside you. And then… you will welcome it completely. Said he tightened Miria's thighs around his member. Slowly he began to move back and forth. Slowly at first, then with more intensity.
Until Asher released himself overwhelmed by pleasure. This is how Asher satisfied himself with the help of his thighs.
As for Miria, she observed the tip of Asher's member which was beyond his thighs dripping with his semen and felt sad not to have had it inside her.
After a long silence he stared at her, his gaze burning, but full of a sadness that she did not know.
"She was the only one who had that effect on me," he said simply.
Miria frowned.
— Her?... Who?... Your first love?
Asher didn't answer. He simply turned her towards him, placed an intense kiss on her lips, imbued with something unfinished, then whispered:
— You look so much like her... in appearance, in character... you are exactly like her.
— Who are you talking about? Miria insisted, her voice trembling.
But Asher remained silent. He stepped back, picked up his clothes from the edge of the sink, and left the room without a word, leaving her alone, her heart pounding and her mind assailed with questions.
The steam slowly settled, and with it, Miria's fragile certainty faded, replaced by an even greater turmoil.