He held it up to the light, the amber hue catching the glow like liquid fire. She could feel him now, unmistakably hard against her thigh, his arousal a stark contrast to the restraint he had always shown around her. Milf sex But Marrakech—” His eyes lit up, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, intricately carved wooden box. “Alright, Max. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Before she could form a response, his lips were on hers—soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. “You first.”
Laura took it, her fingers brushing against his. The boy who used to climb into her lap after nightmares was now a man who filled the doorway with his presence. She could feel it building, a pressure coiled tight in her core, threatening to unravel her completely. Max had been gone for what felt like an eternity—a year abroad, studying art in Florence, chasing dreams she’d encouraged him to pursue.
