*Grace*
The moment I locked the door behind us, David's eyes bore into mine, their intensity seeming to pierce through my very soul.
"I want to make you feel good like you made me a few hours ago," I said confidently, my voice laced with desire and determination. My words hung in the charged atmosphere, and I watched as a hunger flickered in David's gaze, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Grace…" he started, but I silenced him with a finger to his lips, not wanting him to overthink the situation.
Instead, I focused on the task at hand, my fingers deftly working to undo his belt buckle. I slowly unfastened it, my hands teasing him underneath his boxers with deliberate motions. The room seemed to hum with a charged energy, and as I stroked him, David let out a soft moan of appreciation. I
