The Dance

Scarlett POV

I bit my lower lip as I felt the black-haired man blow right into the center of my sex, the cold air against my hot skin was delicious and made my muscles contract instinctively.

"Lovely, your body reacts so well to these little stimulations." I heard his voice echo.

My breathing was getting more and more intense, more ragged, especially as I kept my lips closed, not wanting to let out those moans of pleasure that wanted to come out at any cost.

"So sensitive... Your nipples are already hard"

The man behind me spoke into my ear, placing my leg on the shoulder of the man who was kneeling and then grabbed both nipples with his fingertips, making a gentle up and down movement, but it sent waves of pleasure through my body, the first few times were pure ecstasy, but as the seconds passed, the desire for something more, something stronger grew. I began to yearn for him to turn his fingers, to apply more pressure, to pull, anything more than this gentle, slow touch.

I closed my