Aiyana could feel Chris’ excitement as the car drove along the busy streets of Paris. Hear his breath whisper in anticipation as the tips of his fingers ran along her skin , aimlessly reminding her of the way they felt when they touched her moments ago.
Images flashed in front of her eyes just like they had in the bathroom as his fingers moved against the curves of her wet skin. Drawing fire and yet dwindling it with gentleness and affection. Passion laced with love. Fire with water.
As the steam spiraled around their bodies. She watched his skin soak, as little drops of temptation condensed on every line of his chest. The drops too enticed to leave yet to shy to stay as they traced their own path of lust along his pectorals, touching, kissing caressing before they moved an inch lower. And lower still until the very hem of the jeans that hung low, showing off the twin lines that hinted at what lay below.