My heart jumped in my chest like a hammer threatening to crack my rib cage as we buzzed slowly to our bed. I wasn't nervous; I was excited, very, very excited, to the point where it was becoming inadequate for my health.
I took deep but measured breaths as we settled down on the bed. Miasma turned to me, and when I looked into Miasma's eyes, I swear I saw tiny hearts form in them.
"I am yours, and I want to make you feel pleasure. I know you stressed, but I want to do it for more than just that. I love kissing you and sitting with you on your lap. Before I met you, I had tried to do it with a male but stopped right away, but it's different with you," Miasma told me, and she used her hands to gently push on my breast coverings.
