Kendra straddled Alex, her hands resting on his chest as she slowly moved, setting the pace between them. She watched his face closely, taking in the way his eyes fluttered shut, his head pressing back into the couch. His fingers dug into the fabric, knuckles turning white as he tried to keep his composure.
She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. “Relax,” she whispered, trailing her lips down his jaw.
Alex let out a sharp breath, his hands finding her hips, but he didn’t try to take control—he let her guide them, let her explore at her own pace. It was different this time. Kendra wasn’t just going through the motions; she was present. She felt a little more, just enough to keep her grounded in the moment.
She focused on the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles tensed beneath
