Round 9

As Jeane's fingers trailed along Silra's thigh with deliberate slowness, the post-coital bliss still thrummed through her veins like an undercurrent, but a sharper focus had emerged. The air between them vibrated with anticipation, and Silra's eyes, hooded in a mixture of desire and curiosity, watched Jeane with rapt attention. "You've thought about this," she murmured softly, tracing idle patterns across her own skin with one hand, an invitation or a tease that seemed to hang in the balance.