She stood before him, exquisite… naked… vulnerable, her supple breast with its pert nipple begging for attention.
He ached to be inside her, but not yet; no need to rush.
Turning her face toward his, his lips brushed hers softly, while his fingers teased their way down her body, eliciting a whispered sigh.
The more he touched her, the more pliant and eager she became. Her eyes fluttered in a dream-like haze; she was almost too obedient.
He smirked, knowing how to provoke a response, while simultaneously hardening that delicious nipple.
Seconds later, she gasped.
Mmm…Just add ice.
