"My turn to drive," she purred, Her voice was low and soft. Her hands, usually idle or tinkering with tools, now were instruments of deliberate seduction, They roamed over his chest, mapping the hard planes of his muscles, tracing old scars with a surprising tenderness before her touch turned demanding again.
Julian lay back, a willing captive, his hands coming to rest on her thighs. His expression showed intense focus, watching her every move with the appreciation and burning desire of a man. "by all means," he rumbled, giving her a slight, encouraging squeeze.
Fey didn't need further permission, She lifted herself, positioned him, and then sank down onto him in one slow, breathtaking slide. A sharp, guttural gasp was torn from her lips, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her throat, The initial shock of sensation gave way to a rolling wave of pleasure, and she began to move, establishing a rhythm that was both erotic and hypnotic.
