I pulled back slightly, my knees still planted firmly on either side of her thighs. The mattress compressed beneath me with a faint creak, the sheets shifting in soft folds around my legs. The cool night air brushed across my wet skin and the hard length of my cock, which throbbed visibly between us, heavy and upright.
Eleanor sat up just enough to shrug the blue robe fully off her shoulders.
The silk whispered down her arms in a liquid glide, sliding over her smooth skin with a soft, sensual sound. She lifted her shoulders one after the other, letting the fabric slip away completely. Her right arm extended, then her left, the robe falling in a graceful cascade before she tossed it aside. It draped over the bed rail, one sleeve hanging loose and brushing lightly against my knee, the cool silk barely grazing my skin.
She settled back against the rail again, completely naked now, her black hair shifting across her shoulders as she moved. Her eyes never left mine.
