My fingers traced a slow path up her body, starting at her neck, and then down to the swell of her breasts. They were full and inviting, and my thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her.
Mira's stomach was toned and inviting, a canvas for my exploration. I kissed her navel and teased the area with my tongue, relishing the way she quivered beneath my touch.
My hands slid lower, caressing her midriff, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palms. I could sense the tension building within her, her anticipation palpable. Her hips swayed involuntarily, a silent invitation for me to continue. I traced the contours of her hips with my fingertips, feeling her shiver at my touch.
