One of Esme's hands moved down to Ray's nipples, squeezing them tightly. A jolt of pain mixed with unexpected pleasure coursed through him, causing him to gasp and moan, the sound slipping from his lips before he could stifle it.
Heat rushed to his face, painting his cheeks a vivid crimson as confusion and arousal collided within him like a storm. His other hand trailed lower, moving hesitantly down his body, sliding beneath the waistband of his pants.
With a swift, deliberate motion, she unfastened them, letting the fabric drop to the floor in a heap, leaving Ray feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Ray's mind raced, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of sensations and emotions. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of trepidation and desire flooding his senses, as he grappled with the intensity of the moment.
Was this really happening? The tension in the air felt electric, charged with unspoken desires, and he could hardly think straight.
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