One simple gesture. One enticing move. One brush of his fingers across his stubbled cheek. One glide of his hand along the curve of a neck. One insistent touch from his chest to his hip. One hand resting short of his visibly throbbing sex.
One simple reaction. One inviting response. One rush of heat, one quickening pulse. One sharp breath freed from blushing parted lips. One teasing stroke of her sweet heaving breasts. One aching dewy place as she impatiently looks on.
One slow scan of this tale. One quickening heartbeat. One insistent pressure in a pair of tightening boxers. One bead of sweat on a suddenly-very-warm forehead.
One very impressed reader.
— PB
… One giddy smiling writer.