Lost in Anticipation
The room is dark, just the moonlight filtering through the window. You watch her lying perfectly still, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. She’s inviting you closer. You slide beneath the covers, the silk cool against your skin. Her hips rise slightly as she anticipates your first touch. You lean in, a silent promise of intense pleasure. She moans softly, a delicious invitation to explore every inch of her body. You begin, slow and deliberate, building the heat, promising a night of unadulterated bliss.