Backstage with Nella

Finally. Nella. I thought I'd never get there. Got turned around twice looking for her hotel, spent half an hour hunting streets and traffic lights. But when she slid into the car, everything clicked back into place. We took the back roads to the cottage. She had that small wicked smile, already pulling her dress up as I drove. I lifted my hips, peeled my panties down, and let her watch the road flare across my bare skin. Nothing left between my legs but smooth, soft flesh. She traced one finger along the newly shaved edge, then slipped it between my lips without a word, just to feel the heat, the wet heat waiting for her. I clenched around her finger and smiled back. Tease delivered. Now it was her move.