She took his hand, eyes burning with need, and guided him slowly toward the bed. Her steps were soft, but her body was alive with hunger, every movement meant to draw him closer, drive him wilder.
When she reached the edge, she turned, her gaze locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, she lay back slowly, her hair spilling across the pillow, her fair skin glowing like moonlight, smooth as milk. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath, nipples already tight from his kisses.
She bent one knee, letting her thighs part just enough to tease him, her hand sliding over her stomach, lower, stopping just shy of where he ached to touch. “Come here…” she whispered, her voice sultry, dripping with promise.
He stood frozen for a heartbeat, chest heaving, devouring her with his eyes. The sight of her—spread across the bed, bare, glowing, ready—made his whole body ache. He couldn’t wait, not even a second more.
With a low groan, he crawled over her, his lips covering hers in a kiss that was raw and desperate, his hands roaming every curve. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her body begging for him as much as his begged for her.
Every inch of her pose, every curve she offered, drove him closer to breaking. And she smiled between gasps, knowing she had him right where she wanted—burning, trembling, undone.
When she reached the edge, she turned, her gaze locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, she lay back slowly, her hair spilling across the pillow, her fair skin glowing like moonlight, smooth as milk. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath, nipples already tight from his kisses.
She bent one knee, letting her thighs part just enough to tease him, her hand sliding over her stomach, lower, stopping just shy of where he ached to touch. “Come here…” she whispered, her voice sultry, dripping with promise.
He stood frozen for a heartbeat, chest heaving, devouring her with his eyes. The sight of her—spread across the bed, bare, glowing, ready—made his whole body ache. He couldn’t wait, not even a second more.
With a low groan, he crawled over her, his lips covering hers in a kiss that was raw and desperate, his hands roaming every curve. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her body begging for him as much as his begged for her.
Every inch of her pose, every curve she offered, drove him closer to breaking. And she smiled between gasps, knowing she had him right where she wanted—burning, trembling, undone.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
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