The sheet was soft, and the air was infused with the delicate scent of some kind of flower. He pressed his lips against my neck, his kisses feather-light yet electrifying. "More, please," I whispered, my voice betraying the intensity of my desire. I felt a flush of shame at my own words, but his touch was irresistible, each kiss a slice of heaven.
His eyes were captivating, his lips the kind I longed to feel against mine for what felt like an eternity. As his hands glided over my body, starting from the top of my bathrobe and pulling it down, I clung to him, overwhelmed by his tender touch.
"Aah!" I moaned, a sound of pleasure escaping me despite my embarrassment. I saw him smirk at my reaction, his hands continuing their exploration. As he lifted the hem of my robe, his large hands fin
