It started as a gentle touch, a light tracing along the curve of her inner thigh. He knew he was treading into delicate territory—closer than most had ever dared. But the look in her eyes, steady and inviting, told him to keep going.
His fingers moved slowly, higher than he thought he should, exploring skin that was soft yet firm beneath his touch. Every inch brought a new response—a slight shiver, a breath caught between lips, the subtle press of her muscles against his hand.
She didn’t pull away; instead, she shifted ever so slightly, welcoming the forbidden closeness. The warmth radiating from her body grew more intense, the air thickening with anticipation and unspoken promises.
He felt the weight of the moment—the fine line between hesitation and boldness—and something deep inside him stirred. This wasn’t just about physical sensation; it was about trust, about crossing a boundary together and discovering something profound.
The higher he traced, the more alive the room became, as if time itself slowed to honor their shared secret. And though part of him wondered if he had gone too far, her steady gaze assured him that this was exactly where he was meant to be.