Everything

"Let me help you with those," she murmured, her fingers working at his belt buckle with practiced ease. The heat of her breath against his neck sent electricity down his spine as she pressed herself against him.

He groaned as her hand slipped inside his jeans, finding him already hard and eager. The new reality was intoxicating—no awkwardness, no hesitation, just raw desire mirrored back at him.

"Wait," he gasped, catching her wrist. "The jacuzzi."

Michelle's eyes darkened with anticipation. "Yes, the jacuzzi."

He turned the water on, watching as steam began to rise. They could see that it will take a long time to fill this hot tub.

“Why don’t we play while the tub fills,” Michelle said, while she ran a hand through his hair. They shed the last of their clothes.

He pulled her close, his hands exploring the curves of her body as they kissed. The sound of running water filled the room, creating a sensual backdrop to their encounter. Michelle's skin felt like silk beneath his fingertips as he traced patterns down her spine.

"Lie back," he whispered, guiding her toward the bed.

She complied eagerly, her dark hair spreading across the white pillows like spilled ink. The sight of her lying there, completely naked and unashamed, made his breath catch in his throat.

"Like what you see?" she asked, arching her back slightly.

"God, yes," he replied, kneeling beside her.

He started with her neck, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone while his hands cupped her breasts. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making his head swim with desire.

"Please," she begged, her hips rising off the mattress. "I need you."

He trailed kisses down her stomach, taking his time despite her impatience. When he finally reached between her thighs, she gasped, her back arching off the bed.

"You're so wet already," he murmured against her inner thigh.

"Because I've been thinking about this all day," she confessed, spreading her legs wider.

He tasted her then, his tongue finding the sensitive bud that made her cry out. Her hands gripped his hair, guiding him as he pleasured her. The sounds she made—soft moans and breathless gasps—drove him wild.

"I'm close," she whispered after a few minutes. "Don't stop."