Ethan's hand glided over the silky fabric of Lyla's nightgown, tracing up to her neck. His fingers tangled gently in her hair.
"We… we're going to be late… for class!" he teased, his other hand landing a playful smack on her rounded curve.
"Mmm…" Lyla felt the heat of his touch and the warmth of his breath brushing against her ear.
Her body shivered, caught between pleasure and nervous anticipation. She squirmed in his arms, desperately trying to ground herself. But when the tension inside her finally broke, she trembled violently, her voice escaping in a soft, melodic gasp. Her strength left her completely.
Even her arms, which had been tightly wrapped around Ethan, slackened as she slipped downward, boneless and flushed.
Ethan froze, startled by her sensitivity.
Moments later, Lyla's face burned red as a wave of embarrassment overwhelmed her. She pushed him away, flustered.
