Elizabeth's lips were on mine, the wet sound of our kisses filling the room, loud and urgent.
She shifted, straddling me, her thighs pressing against my hips as she leaned in closer, her damp hair brushing my face. Her perfume—floral and warm—wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into the moment.
I sat up, my hands fumbling as I removed my shirt and then yanked off my t-shirt, the fabric catching on my shoulders before I tossed it aside. Elizabeth's fingers moved to the knot at her waist, untying it with a slow, deliberate tug.
The cream-colored silk gown slipped off her shoulders, pooling around her waist before she shrugged it off completely.
Underneath, she wore a dark cream lace bra and matching panties, the delicate fabric hugging her sexy smooth big curves in a way that made my breath catch. She was stunning, every inch of her screaming confidence and desire.
