Mauve sat atop Jael with her legs on each side of him as he stared deeply at her with bright blue eyes. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
He stared at her with lust in his eyes as if what she could feel underneath her was not enough indication.
"Take it off," he said. His hair was undone as he spoke. Somehow she could tell she was the reason the string tying his head together came off.
"What?" She blinked.
"Your dress," he said with longing in his eyes. "Take it off."
Mauve blushed and looked away. He wanted her to undress in front of him. She could try but there is no way she would be able to do it with a straight face.
"What?" He asked when she took too long. "Not going to?"
"I didn't say that," she whispered.
"Well then carry on," his gaze fixated on her neck downwards. His smirk was back in place as he stared. He couldn't even hide it.
