In the dim candlelight, he gently guides her to the table. She nervously looks up at him as he sits her down, his strong hands resting possessively on her waist. He steps back and watches her eyes widen in anticipation when she sees the fluffy white feather tickler lying innocently on the table.
With a wicked smile, he begins to tease her sensitive skin with the feather, drawing patterns up and down her thighs. She lets out a soft moan, unable to resist the building temptation. His touch is tender, yet commanding. Her body responds instinctively, arching towards his touch.
As he continues to tease her, he dips his head and kisses her lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. His other hand reaches around her, cupping her breast through her clothes. She gasps at the contact, her ni pples hardening in his grasp.
