They swayed together, their bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in the music and each other. “How nice should I dress?” Aria asked, her voice still a little shaky from their intense encounter. She could almost imagine the smell of her body spray, a faint hint of jasmine and vanilla that she had picked out specifically for her date with Maverick. The shoes were a perfect fit, hugging her arches and making her legs look endless. The room was filled with the sweet symphony of their mingled breaths, the soft sighs and moans that punctuated their shared passion. Maverick’s eyes never left body as he began to finger her, his movements slow and deliberate. Maverick’s muscles flexed beneath her, his stomach muscles tight with each upward thrust, his eyes never leaving hers.
