She began to move, slowly at first, grinding her hips against mine in a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm. I groaned, the sound raw and guttural, as her naked skin rubbed against my clothed body. It was pure, unadulterated torment, and I reveled in every second of it.
She leaned back slightly, her eyes locked on mine, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she reveled in her power. She was in control, and I was completely at her mercy.
Our roles got reversed in an heartbeat.
The music changed, the beat becoming more insistent, more primal. Amber matched the rhythm, her movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate. She ran her hands down my chest, her nails lightly scratching my skin, sending shivers of pleasure cascading through m
