Nyla
He came closer on the ladder, his body leaning through the open window frame. The night air was cool against my skin, but the heat between us made everything feel warmer. The window sill acted like a boundary, a thin line separating us, but it didn’t stop him from reaching for me.
His palms slid over the silky fabric of my nightgown, cupping my breasts. I gasped softly as he squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over my n*****s through the thin material. He fondled them slowly, massaging the soft flesh with just the right pressure, making my knees feel weak.
“Ezekiel…” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t stop. One of his hands slipped lower, sliding under the hem of my nightgown. He pushed the fabric up, exposing one of my breasts to the cool night air. It
