Sleep...at first.

“I might regret it later,” she decides. “But let’s just sleep with each other.”

When she sees your mischievous smile, she frowns and blushes deeply. “I meant like,” she falters and walks into your arms, forcing you to envelop her in an embrace. You feel her warmth, and suddenly you don’t feel so roused. “I mean, just hold me until I fall asleep.”

“I can do that,” you say quickly, holding her. “I’m here for you, girl.”

She laughs weakly and draws herself deeper into your frame. “I miss you. And I’m jealous. And I wish we could talk more.”

You’re aware of your actions. And guilt comes over you. Flora deserved better but was often unfaithful to her. You sigh and hug her tighter. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

…

…

You lay in Flora’s bed. Her smell invaded your nostrils, and you didn’t mind it. You felt her heat against your chest and listened to her gentle breathing. You had several conversations in whispers and a few times. You had to stifle your laughter. It was starting to get late, and the long days were starting to catch up to you.

Your legs were tangled, and your fingers were locked. Pointless, stupid questions came out of your mouth, and equally stupid answers came from hers. Sometimes, these roles were reversed, but somehow it seemed more innocent when she asked these questions about you.

After a spell, she clears her throat and presses herself harder against you. “You’re really hot.”

Your hand squeezes hers, and you remark the same comment about her. She hums. “I feel a little cold, though.”

“You really don’t.”

Silence comes next, but then Flora whispers. “Touch me. Feel how cold I am.”

A subtle warmth comes over your cheeks. “Flora?”

She goes under your shirt and starts feeling your body. “You’re hot, Warren.”

“Flora?”

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

There’s some silence. You feel her palm's gentle scratch and rub as she crafts a reply in her mind. “Changing my mind.”

“Changing your mind?”

In the dark, you felt her move close to your lips and kiss you. Her tender mouth presses firmly against yours, and your grunt slightly. “Don’t you want me still?”

You tasted no **** or odd aftertaste. Flora is sober. Not that you’ve witnessed her drunk before. However, if she were under one, you would have suspected to discover her influence by taste and smell alone.

“I want you,” you say between a kiss. “I want you so bad.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, kissing your neck and wrapping her legs around you. “I want you, Warren.”

You let your hands find her body. You roll your right hand under her shirt– find her not as warm as you would have thought. “You are cold,” you comment.

“I know,” she giggles slightly, nuzzling you again. “This is a little self-centered, but I know you’d make me hot.”

Your cock starts to wake up as you listen to her low whispers, unintentionally sensual. Flora continues her banter. You find her breast. Braless and free to touch and admire. Flora catches her breath and swallows when she feels you squeezing her mound. “So far, you haven’t been as aggressive as I thought, but it feels better than I thought.”

“Do you want me to be…more aggressive with you?”

“No,” Flora says. “This feels nice.”

You can feel her heart starting to pound against her bones and her heat emitting from her body. “I like it when you’re gentle. It defines what I think of you when you’re away. A gentleman in the sheets but a dog in the field. You’re human, just like me.”

Then you are kissing again. This time it’s heated and joined by a sexy dance of tongues. You taste mint in her spit and sense the primal desire in her actions. She chuckles between your making out and grabs your penis through your bottoms. Your mind spins. “Is that what turns you on?”

Another chuckle. “Of course not, but I like it for some reason.”

You bypass the waistband of her pajama bottoms, finding no panties. This surprises you somewhat, and you quickly find her gash. She’s wet– and very hot between her legs. She lets a shaky breath, moving slightly to you so you can finger her pussy. The smooth sensation of her slit makes your cock throb against her teasing.

“Yes,” she quietly moans near your ear. “That turns me on…”

Hearing the lust in her voice and the heat behind those words…You’re only capable of doing what she likes. “Just tell me what you want, Flora.”

A curious index curls around her moist entry, making her squirm and let out chirps of pleasure. You listen intently while also focusing on her exciting movement. One hand joins the fun and explores her body, so every curve and imperfection is noticed.

“Don’t get us caught,” you warn,

“I- I won’t,” she gasped. “But, I’m starting to feel dizzy–?!”

Your middle finger shoots between her lips, and she jolts. A moan nearly bleeds out, but she bites down on your shoulder slightly. Her incisors don’t break the skin, but they do surprise you. “Oh, my God… what– why–? So suddenly!”

Her hips gently roll with the motions of your hand’s thrust, fucking herself with your finger as she settles down. Despite Flora being somewhat conservative most of the time, you felt a surge of sexual excitement shoot through your system as she introduced a much more passionate side of her personality. You liked this part of her. Spontaneous lust took the form of almost drunken lovers the last time you had been intimate with Flora, but now you fooled each other like this was a familiar ritual to express your brand of intimacy.

“Take it off,” she murmurs, and you start to take off her clothes, but she hisses. “No. I meant your cock.”

“Oh,” you whisper, feeling your face redden at the confusion.

You do as she asks, and you are soon naked from the waist down. Flora stretches her fingers around your girth, her voice getting caught in her throat as everything decent exits her skull– the only things left in her head are dicks, sex, and you.

Her motions are a little rough at first, but when you treat your member with a few passes of your own head, you are greeted with Flora’s personally made lubricate, which makes this seem like a dirty exploration of your desires.

The fingers of your hands are busy, and Flora can admit the same. She travels your inner thighs, juggles your balls, rubs your nipples while you feel her curves, explores her mounds, and makes gentle pulls to get her closer to your body.

Then, your lips meet, and she mouths into it. It’s the first time she’s made any actual noise. The muffled effect it has makes it sound like she’s in the room adjacent to yours, but that false idea is stomped by your sense of touch and taste even.

After a few seconds of a sloppy kiss, Flora pulls back and pants, moving her hips along your fingers again. “Fuck. Oh, my God, baby. I want to feel you inside of me.”

You kiss her, thrashing your fingers into her gash. You can feel her back arch slightly as she lets out another deep mouth. You slow down and wait a moment before breaking the kiss. She takes a few deep inhales of breath. “H-how do you want me?”