Daniel's finger traced slow, teasing circles over her core, dissolving the last traces of hesitation clouding Anna's mind.
All she could feel was the intoxicating rush of sensation flooding through her — heat curling low in her belly, her lips parting in a soft gasp as pleasure overtook thought.
"Do you like it?" Daniel's voice came as a whisper, rough and deliberate, brushing against her skin like another touch. His fingers moved in slow, purposeful circles, each motion drawing a shiver from her until she bit her lower lip and let out a trembling moan.
"I need words, wifey," he murmured, his tone shifting, no longer teasing but edged with command. "Do you like this?"
His eyes darkened, desire rippling through him as he watched her — cheeks flushed, chest rising unevenly, lips parted. That single, helpless moan had him hardening instantly, every shred of restraint slipping through his fingers.
