The soft hum of the evening air was the only sound filling the room. The lights were low, shadows stretching lazily across the walls, and there you sat--tense, breath shallow, eyes locked onto the figure standing before you.
Shion.
Every inch of her commanded your attention, from her long, lavender hair cascading down her back, to the tight jeans perfectly hugging her hips. But your gaze--hungry, unblinking--kept drifting back to that hollow gap between her thighs. That perfect curve framed by denim, that space you'd dreamed about more nights than you could count.
And she knew. Oh, she knew exactly where your eyes lingered.
Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she crossed her arms, weight shifting slightly to one side, her hips cocking deliberately to accentuate every line of her body.
"You're staring already, aren't you?" Her voice slid over you, low and velvety smooth, each word drawn out like silk dragging over bare skin. "And I haven't even started teasing you yet."
You swallowed hard, shifting slightly, your muscles tense with restraint. Shion took a step forward, her heels soft against the floor, hips swaying just enough to make your mouth go dry.
"You said you wanted me to talk you through every second... make you wait until I decide you've earned it."
Another step. Closer now. The faint scent of her perfume reached you--sweet, warm, mixed with something faintly wild beneath it. Your head swam. You fought not to move, not to break.
Her smile deepened as she closed the distance, standing right in front of you now, thighs framing your line of sight perfectly.
"So obedient," she murmured, fingers reaching down, one hand gently lifting your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet hers. "But how long can you last, hm?"
Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, light as a feather, her eyes half-lidded, gaze sharp but soft.
"Let's test you."
Without breaking eye contact, she uncrossed her arms, moving her hands slowly--deliberately--down to the button of her jeans. You heard the faint, metallic click as she popped it open, fingers sliding down to the zipper. She moved like she had all the time in the world, hips shifting, teasing you with every slight motion.
"Keep your hands where they are, sweetheart," she murmured. "No touching. You get to look... breathe me in... but nothing more until I say."
The zipper slid down agonizingly slow. Inch by inch, more skin revealed. The hollow of her thighs came into sharper focus, framed perfectly by the denim sliding down her hips. Your breath hitched. The scent of her grew stronger--something intoxicating, natural, thicker than before.
Shion stepped out of her jeans, letting them fall to the floor, standing tall before you now in just soft lace, the faint shimmer of heat between her thighs unmistakable.
"Look how wet I already am," she whispered, one hand gliding lazily over her bare hip. "And you haven't even touched me yet."
Her thighs parted slightly, enough to give you a perfect view of the hollow gap you'd dreamed about. Your mouth watered. Your body twitched, desperate to move, but you stayed still--waiting, obedient, just like she wanted.
"Good boy."
Her praise slid over you like a warm caress, making your heart race. She stepped forward again, so close now that her thighs were brushing against your knees.
"Now..." she murmured, voice dropping lower, "Breathe me in. Take deep, slow breaths. Let my scent fill you up."
She cradled your face gently, fingers threading through your hair, guiding you closer--pressing your cheek softly against the inside of her thigh. The warmth radiating off her skin, the faint dampness, the sweet, musky scent of her slick--it overwhelmed your senses.
"That's it... don't move. Just inhale. Let yourself ache."
You obeyed, nose buried between her thighs, the scent of her making your head light, body trembling slightly as you fought not to shift.
"So good for me..." she murmured, lips brushing the top of your head. "So patient."
Her fingers trailed down to your jaw, tilting your face up. She looked down at you, her smile soft, eyes glowing.
"You want to taste, don't you?"
You nodded faintly, lips parted, breath shaky.
She leaned down, her lips ghosting over your ear.
"Not yet."
