Sweet Fucking
The bathroom air hung thick, a humid shroud clinging to Roselyn’s skin, already slick with anticipation. Water droplets still beaded on the frosted glass of the shower stall, reflecting the soft, diffused light from the vanity. Mike stood before her, his chest rising and falling with a raw, primal rhythm that mirrored the frantic beating of her own heart. A single bead of sweat traced a path down his temple, disappearing into the dark stubble of his jaw.
“Ready for this?” His voice, a low rumble, vibrated through the small space. His eyes, dark pools of desire, devoured her.
“More than ready,” Roselyn breathed, a shiver chasing down her spine. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the hard line of his bicep. The scent of him, musk and soap and something uniquely Mike, filled her senses, intoxicating and potent.
“Good.” A slow, predatory smile spread across his face, his gaze dropping to her lips. “Because there’s no turning back now.”
“Who would want to?” Roselyn’s fingers tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. Her hips swayed, a subtle, unconscious invitation. The friction of their bodies, even through the thin fabric of her towel, sent a jolt of pure electricity through her.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the damp curve of her hip, just above the towel. A soft gasp escaped her lips. “I can feel it.”
“You always know,” she whispered, her voice husky, almost lost in the rising tide of sensation. Her gaze flickered to his mouth, then back to his eyes, a silent plea.
“I know everything about you, Roselyn.” His head dipped, his lips brushing hers, a feather-light touch that promised so much more. “Especially what you crave.”
“Prove it,” she challenged, her breath catching in her throat as his lips finally claimed hers. The kiss was deep, hungry, a declaration. His tongue plunged into her mouth, a hot, insistent dance that left her breathless, her body arching into his. A soft moan escaped her as his hand slipped beneath the towel, finding the warm, slick folds between her thighs.
“Ready for this?” His voice, a low rumble, vibrated through the small space. His eyes, dark pools of desire, devoured her.
“More than ready,” Roselyn breathed, a shiver chasing down her spine. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the hard line of his bicep. The scent of him, musk and soap and something uniquely Mike, filled her senses, intoxicating and potent.
“Good.” A slow, predatory smile spread across his face, his gaze dropping to her lips. “Because there’s no turning back now.”
“Who would want to?” Roselyn’s fingers tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. Her hips swayed, a subtle, unconscious invitation. The friction of their bodies, even through the thin fabric of her towel, sent a jolt of pure electricity through her.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the damp curve of her hip, just above the towel. A soft gasp escaped her lips. “I can feel it.”
“You always know,” she whispered, her voice husky, almost lost in the rising tide of sensation. Her gaze flickered to his mouth, then back to his eyes, a silent plea.
“I know everything about you, Roselyn.” His head dipped, his lips brushing hers, a feather-light touch that promised so much more. “Especially what you crave.”
“Prove it,” she challenged, her breath catching in her throat as his lips finally claimed hers. The kiss was deep, hungry, a declaration. His tongue plunged into her mouth, a hot, insistent dance that left her breathless, her body arching into his. A soft moan escaped her as his hand slipped beneath the towel, finding the warm, slick folds between her thighs.
4ヶ月前
