Nia’s Pov
The minutes stretched, my knees digging into the cushions, back arched just as he’d positioned me. My panties clung damply to my p***y, the cool air teasing my exposed holes, making everything clench in nervous rhythm. I bit my lip, waiting, the sound of my own breathing loud in the quiet room.
Footsteps returned, heavier now, and the couch shifted under his weight as he knelt behind me again. The cap of the bottle clicked open, and I caught the subtle, clean scent of the lube. “How are you feeling, princess?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with that hungry edge, one hand settling warmly on the small of my back.
I turned my head slightly, cheeks still flushed, meeting his gaze over my shoulder. “Is it... is it going to hurt?” I whispered, my voice trembling, heart racing a
