Athena gaze helplessly followed the movement of Arsenio's fingertips. The Echo of a perverse imagination began to swim in her mind as vivid images drew their first lines.
Stroked their five bold strokes.
Stocked her imagination further till it added the sounds of raspy moans.
And there it stood the dynamic painting of lust, stroking his skin before he ever reached for the button of his shirt.
Him naked as he pushed her against the kitchen counter lifting her up pushing her legs open as his hands discovered her. Tasted her. Filled her. Coated her in the ecstatic interlaced waves of pine and citrus and sex. Hot bed breaking sex.
As the first clouds of lust settled to reality, to create an even more powerful image of Arsenio's thumb tracing the sharp edge of the top button before he slowly pushed it through the hole.
Almost as if in a trance Athena stepped forward, her fingers reaching out.
