The Velvet Rabbit - Chapter 4

She rose with a slow, almost theatrical grace, her dress sliding up to reveal more of her smooth, toned legs. The heat of her body pressed into me, her warmth seeping through my skin, intoxicating and overwhelming. The fabric of her dress shimmered under the soft light, accentuating every inch of her silky skin as she leaned in close. Without warning, she pressed her leg between mine, her high-heeled sandal grinding against my still-throbbing member, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. The sensation was overwhelming, her allure suffocating. “You may kiss it if you want,” she whispered, her voice a velvet snare, impossible to resist. Her words were an irresistible enticement, a challenge wrapped in silk. Helpless to do anything else, I leaned in slowly, my lips brushing against her leg. Her skin was softer than anything I had ever touched, a warm, inviting surface that melted under my mouth. Each kiss was an act of surrender, a worshipful caress that traced the perfect