Enveloping her slender waist with my arms, my hands ascended to her cheeks, grasping a generous portion and tenderly caressing it. Nestling my head into the nook of her neck, I breathed in her captivating scent. "You look so beautiful and peaceful. It suits you wonderfully," I murmured softly, gazing into her almond-shaped eyes.
A shy grin appeared on Ebony's face, revealing her deep dimples as she immediately buried her face into my chest. "Can you please refrain from saying such things? You make me feel like a giggly schoolgirl with a crush," Ebony complained, causing me to burst into laughter at her adorable flustered state.
"Yeah? Is it a good or bad thing?" I asked, teasingly tilting my head. It was amusing to see her getting a little flustered while trying to keep a straight face, but that beautiful smile of hers just kept growing wider.
"Good thing"
I softly hummed as I leaned closer, adjusting her position on my lap before roughly pressing my lips against hers, savoring the sweetness of her full, rosy lips. Our lips remained locked, while my hands explored underneath her crop top. Gently, I began caressing her breast, feeling the softness before I tightly squeezed her nipples, causing her to let out a low moan of pleasure.
I could feel the comforting warmth of her as I held onto Ebony's hips firmly, providing support as she gently swayed back and forth on my thigh, riding out her orgasm. Initially, I wasn't sure if it made her feel pleasure, but as she arched gracefully backwards, a cascade of whimpers escaped from her lips. "Fuck! Jorja, I'm gonna—" Ebony's words stumbled amidst her breathy moans, making it challenging for her to form a sentence.
When suddenly, her pace diminished, a crease of worry carving her brow as dread painted her features. In an instant, we sprang from our seats, urgency propelling us toward the door, guided by the series of Solèigh's cries coming from the room she were in. 
I quickly made my way to where Solèigh was perched on the floor, clutching her leg while huddled near the space heater. Tears streamed down her cheeks, painting a poignant picture of distress. I knelt before her, my heart pounding with fear at the thought of a serious injury, "Solèigh! What happened? Let me see your leg, baby," I said, my voice quivering with concern.
"I tripped over that cord and accidentally fell onto the heater. My dress got caught on it too. I-it hurts," Solèigh whispered, her tears flowing even more profusely. She extended her leg towards me, and my heart sank as I beheld the swift impact the space heater had left on her upper leg. 
The color shifted rapidly, taking on a deep purplish hue. I gasped audibly, overwhelmed with empathy for the girl, contemplating the immense pain she must be experiencing.
I glanced at Ebony, who was standing motionless in the doorway. It was as if she was there in body alone, her mind somewhere far away. No sound or movement came from her, just a fixed stare at the bruise marring Solèigh's leg. "Ebony! Ebony! Can you grab the first aid kit from the bathroom?" I called out, my anxiety creasing my brow as I observed her distant demeanor, her silence speaking volumes.
Recognizing Ebony wouldn't budge, I carefully released Solèigh's leg from my hold and hastened to the bathroom. Retrieving the first aid kit from beneath the sink, I returned and knelt before her. I opened the kit, extracted a tube of ointment, and with a Q-tip, I gently applied the substance to the bruised skin. The unexpected contact made her recoil and hiss in a sharp intake of breath.
"This will only take a second, and then I'll get you an icepack to ease the stinging, alright? Just hold still for a moment," I reassured Solèigh, aiming to soothe her discomfort. Glancing up, I realized Ebony had vanished from where she'd previously been standing.