"Sara, wait—" I started, my voice strained, but she cut me off with another soft hush, her hands resting on my thighs, steadying herself. The room felt like it was closing in.
I wanted to stop her, to pull back and walk away, but her touch, her closeness, and the weight of her earlier words—"I love you, Ezra"—kept me rooted to the spot, caught in a moment I didn't know how to escape.
The air in the small dressing room was thick, the faint scent of roses and Sara's floral perfume wrapping around us.
Her hands wrapped around my dick, her fingers warm and deliberate, and my body reacted instantly, my cock throbbing under her touch.
"Ahh…" she murmured, her voice low and almost reverent as she leaned in, brushing her cheek against my shaft. Her eyes fluttered shut, her dark lashes stark against her flushed skin, and for a moment, she looked lost in the moment, like this was all she'd ever wanted.
