Arthur switched to the other breast, his hand kneading the first, rolling the nipple between fingers slick with saliva. Luna's head fell back, her braid loosening, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her glow began to brighten, golden light suffusing her skin, making her look like a living statue of light.
His free hand trailed down her stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of her skirt. He felt the heat radiating from her, the dampness soaking through her panties. "Can I touch you here?" he asked, voice muffled against her skin.
"Please," she begged, her voice breathy.
He unbuttoned her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, then hooked his fingers in her panties, sliding them down her legs. Luna stepped out of them, naked now, her body on full display. Her mound was adorned with a soft patch of dark curls, her folds swollen and slick with arousal. The scent of her—musky, sweet, like wildflowers after rain—filled the air.
