A ripple of heat surged through her, equal parts embarrassment and exhilariation. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the counter, knuckles white with tension.
And then, taking a shaky breath, she reached back, her hands trembling as they slid over the curve of her hips. Her palms met the supple flesh of her ass, the heat of her own skin burning under her touch.
With painstaking slowness, she drew her cheeks apart, exposing the most intimate part of herself.
Spread~
The cool air kissed her inner heat, making her gasp softly. She could feel the slickness gathered there, the evidence of her arousal undeniable. Her body opened to him, every inch of her laid bare, a silent plea wrapped in vulnerability.
Kafka's breath caught, a low sound of satisfaction vibrating deep in his chest. His eyes darkened, taking in the sight before him—the glistening petals of her desire peeking through, the delicate folds flushed and glistening.
