Spicy In A Confused Mix

Pleasure.

It was all she could feel, all her dazed mind could think about.

Her silky red nightgown was all the way up her thighs, with him standing in-between her legs that were hooked by the ankles, around him. One hand was under her nightgown, caressing her arched bare back, while her fingers were driving through his already lose messy bun.

She felt her nightgown slip down her shoulders a little, then his lips trailing kisses against the soft upper molds of her breasts.

She threw her head back in pleasure, her purple hair dangling down her back, her grip against the counter's edge tightening, soft moans slipping through her lips.

It wasn't until she felt his hand going up her inner thigh did she come to her senses.

What was she doing?!

Her eye lids flew open like a bolt of lighting, her hands dropped from his hair and rested on his chest instead as she pushed him away from her as much as her strength could.

Seeing this, he took a step back while asking if he had done something wrong