Burningangel
Joanna Angel, Adria Rae, Small Hands Pic(s)
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden fingers through the living room window, catching in the dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. She moved with a deliberate, unhurried grace, the soft fabric of her sundress whispering agat her skin with every shift of her hips. A faint, intoxicating scent of vanilla and summer heat trailed in her wake as she bent to arrange the pillows on the sofa, the line of her back a delicate curve of pure potential. When she straightened and turned, her gaze was a slow, smoldering invitation, holding mine with an unspoken promise that made the breath catch in my throat. The silence between us grew thick and heavy, charged with the electricity of a gathering storm, every second stretching into an eternity of anticipation. A slight, knowing smile touched her lips as she let one strap of her dress slip from her shoulder, baring skin that looked impossibly soft in the honeyed light. My pulse hammered a frantic rhythm in my ears, drowning out all other sound as I watched her fingertips trace a languid path along her collarbone. The air itself seemed to shimmer with the heat radiating from her body, a palpable force drawing me inexorably closer into her orbit. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between us, filled only with the promise of touch and the sweet, aching tension of what was yet to come.
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