All Yours
She stood naked in the moonlight—skin glowing, nipples tight from the night air and arousal, dark curls between her thighs already damp.
Nico exhaled sharply, eyes raking over her. “Fuck.”
He shed his shirt in one motion, kicked off his sandals, shucked his shorts and briefs. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, curved slightly upward, flushed dark at the head. Layla wrapped her hand around him, stroked once from base to tip, feeling him throb hot and heavy in her grip. He groaned against her mouth.