"Take off your shirt," she instructed, her voice quiet but commanding, and my hands flew up to obey, stripping the fabric over my head in one swift motion. Zaya's eyes lingered on my breasts, her expression softening slightly as she drank in the sight of me.
"Beautiful," she breathed, her hands reaching out to cup my breasts, squeezing them gently. I felt my nipples hardening in response, my body arching into her touch.
"Zaya," I gasped, the pleasure overwhelming me. My hand clutched at her shoulder, holding on for dear life as she pinched my nipples lightly between her fingers.
"Zaya." The sound of her name felt so good on my lips. I never wanted to stop saying it.
Her response was to lean in, her lips sweeping across my neck, her teeth nipping at the skin, hard enough to leave a mark, and my whole body went liquid with pleasure.
