The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories
My skin tingled, hypersensitive to every brush of his fingers.
"Six... seven... eight..." The world narrowed to just this - the sound of skin on skin, the heat of his palm, the growing ache between my thighs.
I felt my body trembling, overwhelmed by sensation. "Nine," I breathed out, my voice barely audible. The final strike landed, sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating through me. "Ten," I whimpered, collapsing forward onto the bed.
Christopher's touch gentled, his fingers tracing soothing patterns over my heated skin. I shivered as he slowly dragged a single digit along my inner thigh, teasing. My breath caught as he reached the apex, running his finger through my folds.