Her fingers danced along his skin, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His heart raced as she gently ran her fingertips over his chest, tracing intricate patterns that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel her breath hot against his neck, and it only heightened his arousal. He longed for her touch, the feel of her soft lips against his own. As she continued her seductive exploration, her body pressing against him, his desire for her grew unbearable. She teased him mercilessly, her hand grazing the hardness that had grown between them, but she never touched him where he truly ached. It was a tantalizing game of cat and mouse, and he found himself lost in it, helpless to resist her allure.
