As he tenderly brushed his hand against her skin, a sultry moan escaped Olivia's lips, and John was well aware of what he had done. It was something he, as a man, couldn't simply embrace anytime.
Swiftly retracting his hand from the soft contours of her chest, he straightly sat up in bed. Olivia noticed his withdrawal and was taken aback, witnessing him rising from the bed and moving to the floor. In a matter of seconds, the door flung open with a burst of fury, and John hastily retreated into the darkness of the forest.
Olivia, still lying on the bed, was momentarily speechless, with her mind racing.
"Could he really still be so inexperienced?" she pondered, a mischievous excitement filling her thoughts.
"Yet, despite his strength and capability, he remains timid when it comes to matters of intimacy," she mused, playfully lifting and gently bouncing her own breast.
"Or perhaps my bosom doesn't meet his preferences."