He hadn’t even touched her much, yet she was already aching for him. She probably would have been ashamed if she had any sense of decency left at the moment. It was dark, so she couldn’t see him much, but she could tell he was staring down at her with those eyes of his. She could tell his eyes had darkened like they always did.
She dragged in a shuddering breath as his hand slid underneath her dress and slid into the band of her underwear, he rolled the flimsy fabric down her thighs slowly, and she almost whined from her impatience. She squirmed and wiggled to make the process faster.
He` finally got it off her, and she moaned quietly as he rolled her dress up her legs, he savored the feel of her smooth and soft skin while he was at it. She couldn’t help but whine quietly, she just wante
