- Vol. 03
- Chapter 05
This close, all I can see is soft, innocuous, round and gentle, inviting touch, begging the caress, the long stroke, the brush and tickle of a slow lover’s hand.
But I can feel the heat of your breath urgent against my skin, strong as the promise of a white hot forge ready to reshape me on the anvil of desire.
And I am held here breathless and suspended, soft and loose, unresisting in the flux of your golden stare.