The room was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single bedside lamp. The air carried the faint, warm scent of jasmine oil as Ariana lay face-down across the sheets, completely bare.
Her knees were tucked under her, hips lifted high, butt presented like an offering; full, round, and already glistening faintly from the heat of her own body.
Adrian knelt behind her, completely naked now.
He tipped the container she gave him, letting a slow, golden thread of oil drizzle down the cleft of her ass. It pooled briefly at the small of her back before he swept it downward with both palms, coating her cheeks in long, deliberate strokes.
His hands kneaded firmly, thumbs tracing the outer edges before sliding inward, spreading her just enough to watch the oil trickle over her tight little hole.
He circled it lazily with one slick fingertip—never pushing in, just teasing the sensitive ring until her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary twitch.
