You lean back on the couch, breathing heavily. Sevika looks at you and strokes your hair. Her muscles are visible due to her lack of clothes, both yours and hers. The heater makes her house cozy, and the smell of after sex is everywhere in that damn house.

You open your eyes and look at her, settling into the couch and stroking her muscular thigh. Sevika's hair is loose, her eyes small and slightly closed, she continues to stroke your hair but what she really wants to do is give you a tender forehead kiss.

Sevika was always closed off, she didn't want to admit that she liked you, that she wanted you and that lately she had been breathing and drinking you. No other woman has ever done this to her in her entire life.

Her house was quiet before you, she lived alone and the house was always empty, besides she wasn't exactly a sociable person. You were one of the first people Sevika brought there, she usually met in public places or at other people's houses.

She admires the way the curve of your neck looks soft, the contrast of your pale skin against her dark skin, the way you wiggle your toes and the low sound that comes from your lips.

Are you going to spend the night with me? I mean, it's okay if you don't want to. Sevika's asks after swallowing the saliva, she lays her head on the back of the sofa to the side and looks at you with her eyebrows slightly arched, She doesn't want you to feel obligated to stay, but she really wants you there, and to wake up next to you.