Damon continued the movement of the sponge, with calculated slowness, as if to maximize pleasure. His touch was firm but not rough, sliding the sponge over Ester's skin in gentle, circular strokes. With each brush, he moved closer, until their foreheads were almost touching.
Ester's eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps. The sensation of the wet sponge against her heat-soothed skin left her reeling, a heady mix of shock and pleasure. She couldn't find the words, only a soft moan that died in her throat.
Damon smiled mysteriously, his gaze focused on the sponge, on the soft skin beneath. He followed its path upward, slowly moving up her abdomen, around her navel, and then... to her bust.
Ester shivered as the soaked sponge brushed the sensitive skin of her breast. Damon then leaned in, glancing up from under his long lashes, his lips brushing against her ear. The heat of his breath made her shiver.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice husky. "Just enjoy the moment..."
