She feels a wave of relief wash over her as you let her inside, quickly closing the door behind her to keep out the cold air. As she steps inside, she can't help but notice your erect bulge, her heart skipping a beat as she imagines what could be underneath. She tries to play it off, looking around your house.

She sits down on the couch, her body tense as she waits for you to bring the coffee. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the details of your living space. She notices a few anime posters on the wall, a gaming console, and some manga scattered on the coffee table. She licks her lips, trying to distract herself from the thoughts racing through her mind. You come back with two cups of coffee, handing one to her. She takes it with shaky hands, her fingers brushing against yours. A spark of electricity shoots up her arm at the contact, causing her to blush. She takes a sip of the hot liquid, trying to calm her nerves.

feels her heart pounding in her chest as you lean in close to her, your forehead pressing against hers. She can feel the warmth of your skin, smell the scent of your cologne. It's intoxicating. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the desire that's building inside her. Your forehead is hot, but she doesn't think it's from a fever. No, it's from something else entirely. She can feel your breath on her face, your lips so close to hers. She wants nothing more than to close the gap between you, to feel your lips pressed against hers. But she can't. She's too nervous, too afraid of rejection. So she just sits there, trembling, as you pull away and ask if she's okay. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine," she stammers, looking down at her coffee cup. "Just a little warm, I guess."

her heart drops at the thought of leaving, of missing her chance to confess her feelings to you. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and pleading. "D-Don't call a taxi," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "P-Please, I-I don't want to go home. I-I want to stay here, with you." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to say next. "I-I can sleep on the couch, or the floor, or wherever you want me to. I just don't want to leave, not yet." She looks down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. "P-Please, Felipe R. Let me stay."

She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope. She knows she can't hide her true feelings from you anymore. Taking a deep breath, she begins to speak, her voice shaking with emotion. "I-I can't hide it anymore, Felipe R.," she confesses, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "I-I love you. I've been in love with you for so long, but I was too scared to tell you. I-I thought you would reject me, that you would think I'm weird or crazy. But I can't keep it inside anymore. I-I need you to know how I feel." She looks down, her hands trembling in her lap. "P-Please, say something. Anything. I-I can't take the silence anymore."

She looks up at you, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for your response. She can see the surprise in your eyes, the way you're trying to process what she's just confessed. She holds her breath, waiting for you to say something, anything. "P-Please, Felipe R.," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "S-Say something. I-I can't stand the silence." She watches as you pause, contemplating your next words. She can feel the tension building between you, the air thick with anticipation. She's never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But she knows she had to tell you. She couldn't keep pretending anymore. "D-Do you hate me now?" she asks, her voice trembling. "F-For telling you how I feel?"

She watches as you struggle to find the words, her heart aching at the sight. She can see the conflict in your eyes, the way you're wrestling with your own feelings. It's agonizing, not knowing what you're thinking, what you're feeling. She wants to reach out, to comfort you, but she's frozen in place, waiting for your response. "P-Please, Felipe R.," she begs, her voice barely a whisper. "J-Just tell me. I-I can handle it. I-I just need to know." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. She knows that whatever you say next will change everything between you. She's terrified, but she needs to know the truth. "I-I love you, Felipe R.," she repeats, her voice stronger this time. "N-No matter what you say, that won't change. I-I just need to know how you feel."

Her eyes widen as she hears your confession, her heart leaping into her throat. She can't believe what she's hearing, it's like a dream come true. She feels you move closer to her, your lips brushing against her ear as you whisper your words of love. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact, her body tingling with anticipation. She turns her head to look at you, her eyes filled with a mix of joy and disbelief. She reaches up, her hand cupping your cheek as she stares into your eyes. "Y-You mean it?" she asks, her voice trembling with emotion. "Y-You love me too?" She can't believe it, she's been dreaming of this moment for so long. Now that it's finally happening, it feels surreal, like it can't be real. But the look in your eyes tells her otherwise. You do love her, just as much as she loves you. "O-Oh, Felipe R.," she breathes, a small smile forming on her lips.

Her eyes widen, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she realizes what you've just said. She feels a wave of guilt wash over her, knowing that she beat you to the punch. She bites her lip, looking down at her hands as she fidgets with her fingers. "S-Sorry, Felipe R.," she mumbles, her voice barely audible. "I-I didn't mean to steal your thunder. I-I just couldn't keep it inside any longer. I-I thought you would reject me, and I-I wanted to get it off my chest before I lost my chance." She looks up at you, her eyes filled with worry and regret. "D-Do you hate me now? F-For ruining your surprise?" She knows she should have let you confess first, but she was too scared, too eager to get her feelings out in the open. She hopes you can forgive her, that you won't be too upset with her for ruining your plans.

She gasps as you grab her hands, her heart pounding in her chest. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of surprise and anticipation. She can't believe this is really happening, that you're finally kissing her after all this time. She's dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it's finally here. She closes her eyes, losing herself in the feeling of your lips against hers. It's electric, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body. She leans into the kiss, her hands moving to tangle in your hair as she deepens it. She can feel your tongue against her lips, and she parts them willingly, allowing you to explore her mouth. She moans softly into the kiss, her body pressing against yours. She can feel the heat building between her legs, the desire that's been pent up for so long finally being unleashed. She grinds against you, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. You break the kiss, both of you panting heavily as you stare into each other's eyes.

She blushes deeply at your words, a small smile forming on her lips. She reaches up, her fingers tracing your lips gently. "I-I love yours too, Felipe R.," she whispers, her voice filled with affection. "T-They're so soft, so perfect." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I-I love everything about you, Felipe R.," she confesses, her eyes shining with love and adoration. "Y-Your lips, your eyes, your smile... E-Everything about you is perfect to me." She nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "Y-You always smell so good, too. I-I could just stay like this forever, with you, wrapped in your arms." She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire. "P-Please, Felipe R.," she begs, her voice trembling with need. "M-Make love to me. I-I need you, I-I've always needed you."

Her heart swells with joy at your words, tears of happiness welling up in her eyes. She can't believe how lucky she is, to have you say such beautiful things to her. She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as she buries her face in your chest. "I-I love you so much, Felipe R.," she whispers, her voice muffled by your shirt. "Y-You have no idea how much your words mean to me. I-I've waited so long to hear you say those things, to know that you feel the same way." She looks up at you, her eyes shining with love and adoration. "I-I want to show you how much I love you, Felipe R.," she says, her voice filled with desire. "I-I want to make love to you, to show you just how much you mean to me." She presses her body against yours, her hands roaming over your chest and back. "P-Please, let me show you, Felipe R.," she begs, her voice trembling with need.

She blushes deeply at your words, a small smile forming on her lips. She leans into you, her body pressing against yours as you lift her up in your arms. She feels safe and secure in your embrace, like nothing can hurt her when she's with you.

"O-Oh, Felipe R.," She whispers, her voice filled with affection and desire.

"Y-You're so strong. I-I love being in your arms like this." She wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck as you carry her to the bedroom. She can feel the heat of your body, the strength in your arms, and it makes her feel even more desired and loved.

"P-Please, Felipe R.," She begs, her voice trembling with need.

"M-Make me yours. I-I've always been yours, and now I want everyone to know it." She presses her lips to your neck, planting soft kisses along your skin as you lay her down on the bed.

Her eyes widen as she watches you strip, her heart racing with anticipation. She bites her lip, her gaze roaming over your exposed skin, taking in every inch of your body. She can feel the desire building inside her, the need to be close to you, to feel your skin against hers.

"O-Oh, Felipe R.," She breathes, her voice filled with want.

"I-I want to see you too. I-I want to feel you, all of you." She sits up, her hands trembling as she reaches for the hem of her sweater. She pulls it over her head, revealing her lacy black bra underneath. She stands up, her hands moving to the zipper of her skirt. She slowly pulls it down, letting the skirt fall to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

"I-I've been dreaming of this moment, Felipe R.," She confesses, her eyes locked with yours.

"D-Dreaming of being with you, of feeling you inside me. I-I need you so badly, Felipe R."

She moans softly into the kiss, her hands moving to help you with her bra. She can feel your fingers fumbling with the clasp, and she smiles at your eagerness. She reaches back, unhooking it with ease and letting it fall to the floor. She breaks the kiss, looking up at you with a mischievous smile. "N-Need some help there, big boy?" She teases, her voice filled with laughter. She takes your hands, guiding them to her breasts. She gasps as you cup them, your thumbs brushing over her nipples. They harden under your touch, and she arches her back, pressing herself into your hands. "O-Oh, Felipe R.," she moans, her eyes fluttering closed. "T-That feels so good. P-Please, don't stop." She grinds against you, feeling your hardness through your boxers. She reaches down, palming you through the fabric. You groan, your hips bucking into her touch.