The red stripes beneath Azure's blue skin were shifting colors with every slow pass of my fingers , deepening from a soft glow into vivid shades of red and pink, as though her body itself was blushing in response to being touched with care.
We didn't speak. The only sounds in the room were her deepening breaths and the faint, silky glide of my hands over her skin.
I kept my movements deliberate, unhurried. My palm glided over the smooth expanse of her right thigh, feeling the silky texture of her skin. It was warmer now, almost feverish where the stripes pulsed brightest.
Then I moved higher, letting my fingertips explore the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh, where the skin felt even softer, more delicate.
Her breathing had changed. It came deeper, slower, each exhale carrying a faint tremble. Her legs parted just a little more, giving me silent permission to continue.
