In the dim light of the terazzo ceiling, she lay on the bed, dressed only in a silk babydoll. It was soft against her skin as he walked towards her, his eyes fixed on the curves of her body.
His fingers trailed down her arm, sending shivers up her spine, and then he began to untie the ribbon that held up her babydoll. As he pulled it off, his lips brushed against her collarbone, eliciting a moan from deep within her.
She could feel his warm breath on her stomach as he lowered himself between her legs, his lips moving to her sensitive skin. She arched her back, giving him better access, and let out a long, sensual sigh as he began his sweet torture.
His hands moved up to her breasts, caressing and teasing her nipples, while his skilled tongue continued to dance and explore the sensitive folds of her womanhood.
