His voice echoed in her head, stealing her breath and igniting a fire deep in her core.
"Now, take off your clothes."
Her hands trembled as they reached for the thin straps of her sundress.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she slid them off her shoulders.
The fabric fell in a whisper to the floor, pooling at her feet like a surrender.
She stood there, vulnerable, in nothing but her panties.
"Leave the underwear," he commanded, his voice curt yet laced with an undertone of desire that made her pulse race.
Her breath hitched as she felt his gaze on her, devouring her inch by inch.
Though the shadows cloaked him in mystery, his presence was overpowering, tangible, and raw.
Her body betrayed her, responding to the heat in his unseen stare.
"Get on the counter," he growled, his tone rough, dripping with restrained hunger.
Her knees wobbled as she climbed onto the cold surface. The chill of the countertop against her heated skin sent a shiver down her spine, amplifying the tension swirling in her belly.
"Touch yourself," he demanded, his voice dark and unrelenting.
Her chest rose and fell in short, uneven breaths. She could barely find her voice. "I can’t... I don’t know how."
He stepped closer, his presence brushing against her senses like a whisper of temptation. "Then just listen. Ready?"
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Pull your panties to the side."
Her fingers trembled as she followed his command. The simple action felt impossibly intimate, yet she couldn’t deny the heat pooling between her thighs.
"Put the pads of your fingers on your clit," he murmured, his voice softening into a velvet caress. The sudden gentleness made her pulse stutter.
Her fingers grazed her sensitive flesh, and a soft, involuntary sigh escaped her lips.
"Good," he said, his voice tight with restraint. "Now run them in slow circles. Press down. Feel it."
The slow, deliberate motion sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breath hitched as her hips began moving instinctively, chasing the sensation.
"Faster," he commanded, his tone hardening.
Her body obeyed without question. Her fingers quickened, her hips rocking in rhythm. She whimpered as the pleasure built, her thighs quaking, her head tilting back.
"Slower now. More pressure," he growled, his voice low and guttural.
Her body trembled violently, teetering on the edge of release. The tension was unbearable, every nerve in her body screaming for relief.
And then—
A warm breath brushed against her soaked flesh, hot and tantalizing.
Her head shot up, her eyes flying open. She gasped as his tongue, wet, hot, and deliberate, dragged across her sensitive skin.
A scream tore from her throat, raw and guttural, as her body spasmed uncontrollably.
Pleasure erupted like a tidal wave, washing over her in waves that left her trembling, shaking, utterly undone.
But he didn’t stop.
His tongue worked her with relentless precision, drawing out every last shudder and whimper.
Her legs tried to clamp shut, but his strong hands pried them apart, holding her open as if she were his feast.
And then his finger slipped inside her, curling in a way that made her back arch violently. Another orgasm hit her, hard and fast, leaving her gasping for air.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, clutching desperately as his name fell from her lips in a broken whisper.
"Laz..."
And then...
Her eyes snapped open. Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her room in warmth.
She sat up abruptly, her body still trembling, her skin damp with sweat.
Had it all been a dream?
The ache between her thighs said otherwise.