The table was set quickly, the clatter of dishes filling the space between them. She bit her lip hard, the sting grounding her just enough to keep her from making a sound. Porn Her hands would slide down, trailing fire along my neck, my chest…”
Lydia’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling the soft gasp that escaped her lips. But then her fingers linger, just for a second, and I’m burning. The detail was staggering—her hair falling over her face, the muffled moans, the way he’d buried his fingers in her curls to guide her. Lydia’s protests turned into breathless moans as the pleasure overwhelmed her. How had she been so blind to it before?
