Naira

My fingers will glide over your chest, feeling every muscle, every tremor. I will start at your collarbone, slowly moving down, tracing circles on your skin, pausing at each spot to feel how you respond. Where your heart beats faster, I will linger, press my palm to your chest so you feel me sensing every beat. Then my fingers will continue — to your stomach, to that place where every muscle tenses in anticipation. I will trace patterns on your skin, circles, lines, designs, until you start losing control. And when I reach your stomach and pause there, I will feel you come — from my touch, from my movement, from how I traced over you like an instrument, making it sing. With me, you don't just come — I play you like a guitar, and your orgasm is the loudest note in that melody.