The heat in the room became heavy, thicker than the storm outside. My hand, white-knuckled and shaking, clutched at Elara's thigh for support. She sat there like a throne of solid muscle, her expression calm while mine was a mess of desperation. She reached up, her fingers tracing my ribs before moving to playfully pinch my chest, making me gasp. She leaned in, leaving a hot, stinging kiss on my neck before sliding my hair to one side, and then she nipped at my ear, almost swallowing it whole.
"Heuk..."
The tequila had made me bold, but the reality of her was overwhelming. Elara was only half-dressed, her trousers unzipped just enough to let her length out. I was the one doing the work, leaning against her firm breasts, my body twitching with every small movement. I held onto her legs like they were armrests, trying to lift myself up and then sinking back down. Every time I moved even a hair's width, the sound of us meeting was loud and wet in the quiet room.
