Cassius's hands, still resting on Vivi's thighs, began to move again, caressing the inner part of her skin with a slow tenderness that sent a shiver cascading through her.
"It's only natural I'd say something like that, Vivi." He murmured, his voice low and laced with a sensual warmth. "Your thighs, Vivi—they're so soft, like a baby's flesh, or warm butter under my fingers."
"...Not plump or bouncy, but so delicate I can't bring myself to stop touching them."
His fingers traced lazy circles, exploring her skin with a reverence that felt both intimate and tantalizing, each touch igniting a quiet fire within her.
Vivi's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away, captivated by the sensation of his hands and the way his words wrapped around her. He pinched her flesh gently, tugging at it with a playful care, and continued, his tone dreamy.
