His fingertips barely touch me at first, just a whisper of contact as they trail down the curve of my back. It’s almost maddening, the way he moves so slowly, tracing the delicate line of my spine as if he’s memorizing it inch by inch. My breath grows uneven, each glide of his hand sending tiny sparks dancing under my skin...When his palm finally rests lower, his thumb brushing lazily along my side, a shiver ripples through me so strong I can’t help but let out a soft, shaky gasp. My lips part, teeth catching the lower one as I try to hold myself together.
I can feel the heat radiating from him, his body so close now that his warm breath caresses the back of my neck. Every exhale makes my skin prickle, a wave of heat washing over me. My head tilts slightly forward, eyes fluttering shut as my spine arches instinctively into his touch...His hand moves again — slower this time, firmer — gliding upward before sweeping back down, a lazy, intoxicating rhythm that makes my pulse race. The world around me fades; there’s only the sound of my quickening breaths and the steady thrum of my heartbeat echoing in my ears...By the time his fingers reach the small of my back, I’m trembling — not from cold, but from the way every nerve in my body feels alive, strung tight, and begging for more.
I can feel the heat radiating from him, his body so close now that his warm breath caresses the back of my neck. Every exhale makes my skin prickle, a wave of heat washing over me. My head tilts slightly forward, eyes fluttering shut as my spine arches instinctively into his touch...His hand moves again — slower this time, firmer — gliding upward before sweeping back down, a lazy, intoxicating rhythm that makes my pulse race. The world around me fades; there’s only the sound of my quickening breaths and the steady thrum of my heartbeat echoing in my ears...By the time his fingers reach the small of my back, I’m trembling — not from cold, but from the way every nerve in my body feels alive, strung tight, and begging for more.
