~ NYSSA
He dropped to his knees, eyes fixed on mine as his fingers trailed up my thighs, lifting the hem of my dress as he went.
I swallowed a knot in my throat, my hands gripping the edge of the sink as my breaths came out in soft pants, chest heaving with each rough drag of his hands on my skin.
The air crackled with electricity, and goosebumps danced on my skin as he leaned forward, warm breath brushing against my inner thigh. Arousal slicked the inside of my thighs as my stomach twisted in anticipation.
He nuzzled his cheek against my inner thighs, the scruff of his beard sending shockwaves down my back.
"You smell so fucking good," he groaned, words barely over a whisper. "Have I told you that?"
I could not think clearly even if I wanted to. The brush of his stubble, the roughness of his hands, and when he leaned forward, his nose ghosting over my panties as he inhaled sharply, I gasped, hips bucking forward of their own accord, desperately seeking friction.
