Wicked
Whitney Westgate, Jessy Jones Pic(s)
The cool, smooth granite of the countertop pressed agat the small of her back, a stark contrast to the feverish heat blooming across her skin. His mouth found the frantic pulse at the base of her throat, a slow, deliberate kiss that sent a shiver cascading down her spine. The air grew thick with the mingled scent of their arousal and the faint, lingering aroma of rosemary from the wooden bowl nearby. His hands, large and sure, slid from her hips to the curve of her thighs, his thumbs tracing circles that promised a deeper, more urgent exploration. A low groan escaped him as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, her own breath catching in a sharp, wanting gasp. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, the hard planes of his body aligning with her softness, creating a friction that was both torment and bliss. Every shift, every press, was a silent conversation of need, a rhythm building between them like a storm about to break. She arched into him, a wordless plea answered by the possessive slide of his palm up her abdomen, beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. In that suspended moment, surrounded by the mundane artifacts of domesticity, they created a sanctuary of pure, unadulterated desire.
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