Prelude

His palms slowly moved up her sides, brushing the curve of her ribs before resting beneath her breasts, cupping them with calculated adoration.

Emma let out a shaky sigh as his hands cupped her breasts with a mastery that made her arch her back involuntarily. The black man's thumbs traced slow circles around her already hardened nipples, each rotation causing a new shiver to spread to the pit of her stomach.

"Look at you..." he murmured huskily, gently pressing her down to look at her own exposed body.

Emma saw her reflection in the silver mirror beside them, her languid body bathed in a golden glow, her curves caressed by light and shadow. The black man's fingers lingered, gently pinching her nipples, and she moaned, her nails digging into the velvet of the armchair.

Emma's breath hitched as his lips caressed the hollow of her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his tongue soothed the slight sting.

His hands, warm and sure, slid down her trembling stomach, his fingertips pressing just above the junction of her thighs; close enough to make her pulse pound, but not close enough to relieve it.

"Patience," he murmured, his voice soft and unyielding, resonating in her stomach. The effervescence of the champagne still danced on her tongue, but it was nothing compared to the way his touch inflamed her.

Emma felt his fingers tighten on the velvet of the armchair as his hand finally moved, with a slow, deliberate movement, between her quivering thighs. A shaky gasp escaped her as his fingertips brushed against her already damp flesh, tracing circles so light they made her skin tingle.

"You're so sensitive..." he murmured against her neck, his hot lips following the rapid beat of her pulse.

Emma felt her breath catch in her throat as his fingers applied more insistent pressure, finally sliding into her warmth with exquisite slowness. A moan escaped her, muffled by the bite of her own lip as he began a hypnotic movement, each thrust calculated to thrill every fiber of her being.

Emma's hips lifted of their own accord toward her hand beyond her control, each movement of her deft fingers bringing a wave of pleasure more intense than the last. Her ragged breaths mingled with the rustle of the crumpled velvet beneath her fingers, while her parted lips let out trembling sighs.