"Stop," Zen commanded suddenly.
Valeria froze. She pulled back immediately, a look of pure panic flashing across her heavily flushed face. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Please don't be mad at me."
"No," Zen said, quickly pulling his pants back up. He reached down, grabbed her firmly by the waist, and effortlessly hauled her off the floor. "You did great. But it is my turn now."
He pulled her back up onto the wide, velvet lounge sofa.
Valeria sank deep into the rich crimson cushions, staring up at him with wide, incredibly hungry eyes.
Her bare breasts rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath, her nipples still stiff and flushed from his earlier attention.
Zen stepped between her parted legs, leaning over her until he completely caged her against the backrest.
