Lor's fingers moved deftly, unhooking her purple lace bra with a ease, the fabric slipping away to reveal her full breasts, pale and heavy, her nipples pink and already taut from his earlier teasing.
The cool air kissed her skin, making her shiver, her icy blue eyes fluttering as she bit her lip, suppressing a gasp, her sharp mind still trying to frame this as relief, not pleasure.
Lor poured more oil into his hands, the lavender scent intensifying, warming between his palms as he leaned over her, his hazel eyes glinting with barely concealed hunger.
His hands cupped her breasts, his palms gliding over the soft, heavy flesh, the oil making her skin slick and shiny.
He kneaded gently at first, his fingers tracing the curves, his thumbs brushing her nipples in slow, sensual circles, coaxing them to peak harder.
Ameth's breath hitched, her sharp face flushing, a soft moan escaping despite her efforts to stay composed.
