Darkly delicious.

The rain barelyches on the umbrella’s lace. A touch of coolness against skin dusted with silver paint. Your hand, light as a feather, finds its way to her hip. A slight shift in posture – shoulders soften towards you. The curve of the ankle, exposed by the skirt of her black bra. A small smile plays on the lips - just for us. A shiver traces down the spine, delicious and undeniable. Like that.