I slid my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs with excruciating slowness, my palms gliding over the warm, trembling flesh that quivered beneath every millimeter of contact.
The heat radiating from her skin seeped into my callused fingertips, a living pulse that betrayed her desperate need, while the thin nightdress whispered higher and higher with a soft, silken rustle against her body. Inch by torturous inch, the fabric surrendered, bunching uselessly around her waist in a pale, crumpled ring that caught the flickering blue-silver light from the muted television, casting fractured shadows across the curve of her hips like fractured moonlight on restless water.
