Her touch is getting me exicited for her embrace by kzVegas on DeviantArt
The cool air of the room kisses my skin, a stark contrast to the heat rising in my cheeks as I catch my reflection in the tall glass. I feel sleek and polished in this pristine white set, the fabric smooth and unforgiving against my curves. The bra lifts and shapes me, its clean lines stark against my tan, while the matching panties sit high on my hips, the delicate sheer panels offering a tease of skin beneath the silk. I run my manicured fingertips down my thigh, tracing the line of my leg, grounding myself in the moment while the silver charm at my throat gleams under the soft vanity lights.Time seems to suspend as I stand there, posing not just for the mirror, but for the audience of one I know is approaching. I can see the arch of my back in the glass behind me, the cascade of my straightened blonde hair falling like a curtain over my shoulders. My heart hammers a rhythm against my ribs, a mix of vanity and vulnerability. I’ve chosen this look specifically for her—the innocence of the white conflicting deliciously with the hunger I know is darkening her eyes right now. I stay perfectly still, a statue waiting to be brought to life.Then, I feel it—the electric warmth of her palm settling onto my bare shoulder. Her touch is familiar and grounding, possessing me instantly. In the mirror's edge, I see the curtain of her raven hair spilling down, a midnight contrast to my own golden strands. I don't need to turn around to know she is closing the distance; I can feel her body heat radiating just inches from my back. I lean slightly into her hand, my breath hitching, ready to surrender the pose and finally melt into the embrace I’ve been aching for.
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