You answer her by pulling your body against hers and going for a kiss, something Lera for a second seems intent on fighting you tooth and nail until she locks eyes with you. What happens feels deep, like she's looking past your eyes and into your inner self. Like she can read you as if she was reading a biography about you instead.
And she knows. You always have cared for her at least as a friend, and that caring for her might have become something more.
When the two of you finally come up for air, she steps back but takes you by the hand as she explains things to you- leading you back to a little alcove out of the few of the door. It seems she was hoping for this answer and a pad has been laid on the ground.
"When you truly and honestly care about someone, you give them a little piece of your soul. The more you care, the more you give. It's a universal spiritual truth really. And the eyes are the windows, or doorways if you know how to look, to the soul.
So, you're going to make love to me. You have to cum in my pussy unprotected, we have to cum together before you are done, and we have to be looking each other in the eyes when we do. When this happens I have to pull as much out of you as I can- in put it back into you by using that piece of your soul you gave me when you cared about me. If what you feel for me is True Love you will most certainly live, if you are lying to me to get into my pants this will definitely kill you. You. . .feel like you're something in between. Your odds of survival depend on - - "
You interrupt her with another kiss, one of your hands around her waist to keep her close while the other goes to her hair- the kiss one of fiery passion.
"I get it, you can shut up now." you reply with a chuckle, "I know the risk". |