Passion Ignites

Amelie's heart was still racing from their first kiss, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation as she looked into Blaine's eyes. The air between them seemed to vibrate with tension, and she knew that she wasn't the only one who was feeling it. Blaine's eyes locked onto hers, and he leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle caress. But as they kissed, the gentleness quickly gave way to passion, and their lips crashed together in a heated, makeout session. Amelie's hands were tangled in Blaine's hair, and his hands were cupping her face, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, and she knew that she was getting lost in the sensation of his lips on hers. As they kissed, Amelie became aware of a subtle change in Blaine's body language. He was pressed against her, and she could feel a hardness against her thigh. She smiled to herself, feeling a thrill of excitement at the knowledge that she was the cause of his arousal. Blaine seemed to sense her awareness, and he pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers. Amelie raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eye. "Looks like someone's got a little problem," she said, her voice husky. Blaine's face went red, and he tried to shift away, but Amelie wasn't having it. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're not exactly subtle, you know," she whispered. Blaine's eyes flashed with amusement, and he pulled back, a grin spreading across his face. "You can't expect me to stay soft when you look like that," he said, his voice low and husky. Amelie raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And what exactly does 'that' mean?" she asked, her voice dripping with innuendo. Blaine's grin grew wider, and he reached out, pulling Amelie onto his lap so that she was straddling him. Amelie gasped, feeling a rush of excitement as she was pressed against his hardness. As she sat there, Blaine's hands began to roam, groping her buttocks and breasts over her clothes. Amelie moaned, feeling a surge of desire at his touch. She began to grind against him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Blaine's eyes went closed, and he let out a low moan, his hands tightening on her body. Amelie smiled to herself, feeling a thrill of excitement at the knowledge that she was driving him wild. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're not exactly innocent, you know," she whispered. Blaine's eyes snapped open, and he looked up at her, his face flushed with desire. "I don't think I can be," he said, his voice low and husky. "Not when I'm around you."