She was very close, and when she spoke, a warm breath brushed past his ear.
Arnold's earlobes quickly turned a shade of light red, which gradually spread to his neck.
Hannah's kisses followed.
One after another, light and soft.
Like willow branches in summer dangling and gently sweeping over the surface of the water, ticklish, warm and cozy, sending ripples straight to the heart.
The surging heat, unable to be stilled.
"Hannah." This time, it was Arnold who asked for mercy first.
His voice was filled with a burning huskiness, as if about to ignite.
That warmth transferred to Hannah's palm; she was like a kitten sneaking a laugh, covering her mouth, lifting her hand to lightly pinch Arnold's face, and then telling him, "Arnold, be good, don't move around."
Arnold responded deeply, his hand wrapped around Hannah's waist clenched into a fist.
"Close your eyes, no peeking."
