The Unspoken Hunger

She likes it, he knows. Every subtle glance, every soft sigh, it's all a language only they understand. The room fills with tension as he approaches, his hands finding her hips, her back arching into him. She wants it, he can feel it. His fingers trace her spine, eliciting a shiver, before moving to the hem of her dress. He lifts it slowly, revealing her bare skin, her breath hitching in anticipation. He slips a hand between her legs, feeling the heat, the wetness. She likes it, and he's more than willing to give her what she wants.

• fucking
• good

• Unknown