Lor's eyes drank in every detail—the faint sheen of her skin, the delicate folds barely visible, the way her body tensed and then relaxed under his touch.
Each squeeze drew a soft breath from her, her fingers curling slightly into the rug.
"Lor…" she whispered, her voice tight with shyness, barely audible, but the sound of his name on her lips sent a jolt straight to his groin.
"Just admiring," he said, his tone almost worshipful, his thumbs pressing inward to spread her again, savoring the view.
"You've got the softest ass I've ever touched, Nellie."
He leaned forward, his lips brushing the curve of one cheek—a fleeting, warm kiss that made her shiver.
He kissed the other, slower this time, letting his breath warm her skin before giving a gentle bite, his teeth sinking just enough to leave a faint, pink mark.
He soothed it with a slow swipe of his tongue, drawing a tiny gasp from her, her hips shifting instinctively under his hands.
