Sheer Curtain

Her touch was like a warm caress, softly sweeping and lingering—bewitching—effortlessly stirring his nerves. His eyes darkened as he abruptly grabbed her misbehaving hand. His voice was hoarse, almost on the verge of surrender: "If you keep this up, baby, I won't be able to control myself." The bedroom was dim and quiet, illuminated only by a single night lamp. The sheer curtain billowed as a gust of wind blew in through the window. Joseph's deep and husky voice echoed in Lucille's ear, every word and sentence burrowing into her ears. It was pleasant yet provocative. Lucille blinked her eyes and then stopped. Seeing her cease her antics, Joseph was somewhat disappointed, interpreting her action as rejection. His patience was almost at its limit. He sighed deeply, resigned to get up again and take another cold shower. However, at that moment, a force beneath him made Joseph stiffen. By the time he regained his senses, he saw her on top of him, showcasing a queen-like demeanor, looking d