The friction intensified. She could almost feel the heat radiating from his body as he shifted closer. Her breath hitched, trapped in her throat.
The darkness amplified everything—the scent of him, the faint sound of his breathing growing heavier. She bit her lip hard, imagining his hand sliding beneath the fabric, fingers wrapping around his cock.
The image was vivid, intoxicating, and she felt a slick wetness gathering between her legs.
He shifted again and the mattress dipped further. A low, barely audible groan escaped his lips—a sound that sent a jolt straight to her core. Her nipples hardened painfully against the thin fabric of her top.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but the darkness only made it worse. Was he thinking of her? Was that hand moving faster now, palm gliding over the tip, cum slicking his strokes? Her own body betrayed her. She pressed her thighs together tighter, trying to relieve the sudden, desperate ache.
