Frisky Stuff: Scene 2 - The Exciting Continuation!

Wicked

Paige Owens, Nathan Bronson Pic(s)

The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the lingering scent of their previous encounter, a heady mixture of warm skin and whispered promises. His fingers, tracing a slow, deliberate path along the curve of her spine, encountered the faint, damp sheen that still clung to her skin, a map of their shared exertion. A low, appreciative hum vibrated in his chest as he leaned in, his lips finding not her mouth, but the sensitive hollow just beneath her ear, tasting the salt of her and the intoxicating essence of her arousal. Her response was an arch of her back, a silent plea that pressed her body more firmly agat his, her own hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, anchoring him to her. The world beyond their tangled limbs dissolved into an indistinct blur, the only reality the friction of cotton sheets agat her legs and the solid, demanding pressure of his thigh between hers. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed, singing with an electric anticipation that made her breath catch in short, shallow gasps. He shifted his weight, and the new angle brought a fresh, sharp wave of sensation, a preview of the deepening intimacy to come that caused her eyes to flutter closed. The sound that escaped her then was not a word but a pure, unfiltered expression of need, a ragged sigh that was swallowed by the warm darkness of the room. In that suspended moment, time seemed to stretch and warp, each second heavy with the unspoken understanding that this was merely the prelude to another, even more consuming crescendo.