"Yes," Maya said.
"Good girl."
The first touch came without warning, his hand tracing down from her collarbone to her breast. Without sight, the sensation was amplified. She could feel every callus on his palm, every slight variation in pressure, every moment of contact.
His hand circled her breast slowly, not touching her nipple yet, just building sensation through proximity and light touch.
Maya's breath quickened in anticipation.
Kai's hand moved to her other breast, repeating the process. Circling, building, creating expectation of touch to her nipple that never quite came.
"Please," Maya whispered. "Touch my...."
"Patience," Kai said softly. "We have all night. No rushing."
His hand moved lower, tracing down her sternum, across her ribs, along her hip. Every touch was deliberate and slow, creating a map of her body through sensation alone.
When his hand finally brushed between her legs, Maya gasped.
