"I was waiting for you to say that," Elara murmured. She leaned forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that was tender and passionate, her fingers roaming over my skin like she was memorizing a map.
But the intimacy didn't last. She pulled away abruptly, tossing my leg aside and flipping me onto my stomach before I could even catch my breath.
Her hands clamped onto my hips, hauling my waist upward. It was a position I'd seen a thousand times in the videos, and instinctively, I tried to prop myself up on my elbows.
But Elara's hand found the back of my neck, pinning me ruthlessly against the sheets. I was trapped, my rear offered up to her while my face was pressed into the fabric.
Then, I felt it. A smooth, heavy mass of flesh rubbing against my sensitive folds. It was a strange, terrifying mix of a tickle and an erotic charge.
I writhed beneath her, but a sharp, stinging slap across my buttocks silenced my movement.
