~Lanre
I reached up, hands trembling slightly, and unhooked her bra. The delicate clasp came undone, and as I pulled the garment away, her breasts spilled free, the cool air grazing her skin, causing her n*****s to harden. They stood proud, inviting my touch, daring me to act on the desire that had been building between us all night.
She arched her back, pressing herself against me, her breath warm against my neck. "Touch me," she whispered, her voice a perfect blend of demand and plea. It sent a shiver through me, her words carrying a weight that pulled me deeper into the moment.
My hands moved instinctively, tracing the smooth curves of her body, exploring her soft skin. Her scent—sweet, intoxicating, utterly feminine—filled the air, clouding my senses. I could feel her heart beating
