I traced the curve of Marina's hip, my touch deliberate, possessive. She was spread before me like a feast, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as my fingers teased the slick folds of her pussy.
The oil glistened under the dim light, catching the sheen of her arousal as I coated her entrance, my thumb pressing just enough to make her whimper.
"Am I, Ma'am?" I murmured, my voice a dark purr against the shell of her ear. My lips grazed the sensitive skin of her neck, my breath hot, sending a violent shiver down her spine.
She arched into me, her body already trembling, her nails raking down my back as if she could claw the answer out of me. The pain was exquisite, the way her sharp inhale hitched in her throat, her thighs parting wider, begging without words.
