Hot and smooth, those two words immediately filled Desmond's mind. Aisha's body was hot, in a quite literal sense. Touching her skin was like touching red-hot metal; predictably enough, the patterns on her body were even hotter.
However, the strange thing was that Desmond did not feel that he was burning, nor saw traces of burns on his skin. Of course, Desmond couldn't overthink it either, as the electrifying softness on Aisha's body had absorbed his attention entirely.
Desmond now seemed mesmerized by Aisha's body, from her thighs, hips, and waist to that pair of perfect breasts; Desmond wanted it all. To Desmond's frustration, Aisha's hand pressing down on his chest kept him still.
